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A bundle of nerves

I got an urgent call from Jody, the CEO of, where I’m a contributing editor. San Diego’s channel 10 news had called her, asking if she had someone who could go on the news to talk about upcoming hands free cell phone laws going into effect in California on July 1.

So they asked me. To be on the evening news. As a car expert.

Of course I said yes, because who would want to pass up an opportunity like that? That doesn’t make me any less nervous that I’ll make an ass of myself.

This is on top of an already crazy morning where I interviewed car designer/ guru Chip Foose, also for askpatty. I am such a huge fan of his – I was so excited to get to talk to him. What a nice guy! In addition, Larry Andreini, CEO of Ridemakerz, was on the phone. I’ll be writing that up soon.

If these don’t all point to what I should be doing, I don’t know what does. And that’s a good feeling, in spite of being scared to be in front of the camera. :)

ETA: The piece aired at 5:30 pm on Friday, June 27. I’ll post a link as soon as it’s up on their web site.

I’m going to BlogHer — are you?

Less than a month remains before the BlogHer con. This will be my third year to go. Woo!

It will be different for me this time for two reasons:

1) I’m taking the baby boy with me. (Yikes?)

The boy will actually be in daycare for a good part of the time (assuming I can handle being away from him that long) during the day. I’m sure I’ll pop in on him more than once. He’s not usually away from me for more than 4 or 5 hours, so this may be a challenge.

2) I’ll be representing Ask Patty while I’m there.

I’m excited about this – I’ll be handing out info about Ask Patty and I’ll have some cool Car Care guides to give out, too. I’ve been writing for the Ask Patty blog since last Fall and it’s a lot of fun. They are really great and I’m proud to be a part of the site.

3) Related to #1, actually:
I'm Breastfeeding at BlogHer 08

(I just wanted to use the button.)

If you see me there, please stop and say hello!

Unblessed silence

I’m rarely at a loss for words. I can – and regularly do – talk your ear off. It may not be anything terribly deep or life-changing, but I can chat with the best of them. I consider my blog a place to chat with ‘teh intarwebs’ and find some common ground with other people.

And I have so much going on in my head I don’t know how to get it out. I go from full-on panic to absolute confidence that everything will work out. I go from certainty that I don’t have enough work to the assurance that I have plenty to keep me busy. Of course, plenty to pay the bills is a whole other story.

I struggle with finding a balance between giving my son enough attention and trying to get some freaking housework done once in a while. And other work, too, of course. The paying work almost always wins.


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Whatever you do – don’t panic. Too late!

As the finality of my decisions sink in, I start to feel a tight knot form in my stomach. I’ve never gone without a safety net, without the comfort of a regular job and a steady income. As I look at our budget, and think about insurance for our little one, the panic starts to set in.

And then I can’t sleep at night and want to sleep all day. I don’t want to work (at the day job) because I feel paralyzed. Yet not working kindof defeats things, doesn’t it?

Right now, I don’t have enough work to cover us. Right now, I don’t know where our insurance is going to come from. Right now, I am trying to avoid a full-blown panic attack.


Can I be your idol?

Your freelance writing idol? Deb Ng is taking a new approach to choosing her new columnist – American Idol-style. First, she had an open call for auditions, where interested writers toss out their pitches. From there, the top twelve will be chosen. And then, it’s a weekly run-off with the writers submitting entries based on an assigned theme.

So why am I participating? For one, I think I can write twice a week on being a freelance writer. And it sounded like fun. Even if I don’t get it, it forces me to write on an assigned topic. It makes me exercise my writing muscles.


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I’ve been meaning to read Jen Lemen’s accounts of her time in Africa, but I just haven’t had the time. But today, I followed a link to just one story and it took my breath away.

If you haven’t read Goreth’s story yet, you really should. I always wondered what my life would have been like in another time, another place and I think I just caught a glimpse.


still struggling

I told my group at work that I was leaving. We’ve had the same core of people for quite a while now, and they’re like a bit of family to me. We’ve shared so many things. They’ve been with me when I got married, graduated college, and had a baby. We’ve had parties, eaten a lot of food, and laughed together. They are a large part of why I enjoyed my job so much. And I feel like I’m breaking up with them.

I guess I am.

That saddens me. I couldn’t keep from tearing up as they came by and said they’ll miss me. Even though we all know it’ll be a little while until they find someone. It still hurts. I still feel forced to make a decision I didn’t want to make. I didn’t want to leave.


trying not to let the tired take over

9/365: bonding timeI haven’t been able to get enough sleep over the past week, even with mid-day naps snuggling my sweet boy. Maybe it’s restlessness. Maybe it’s life changes.

Or maybe it’s teething. The boy broke one tooth last week and a second tooth on Monday. He’s really not too grouchy, considering. Just not napping much, running a slight fever until the teeth break, and being a tiny bit whiny. But I know it could be worse.

Like Sunday afternoon, for instance. I think we re-enacted a portion of the exorcist. Baby vomit flying everywhere. You’re welcome.

I felt so sorry for the tyke. Grandma picked him up from his nap, he belched, then spewed. I had been napping (nappus interruptus), but went in the dining room to help. I took the kid, and while Mom cleaned up the floor and table, I cleaned the kid. Of course, just after I got that done, he borked some more.