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Lack of Sleep, Huggies Diapers, and Pole Dancing Pooh

This is, without question, one of my favorite posts. I still laugh whenever I read it. I hope you do too!

Pooh Gone Wrong

It all started with this tweet…

…which contained this photo (yes, those are Matthew’s delicious thighs!)…

 

…which quickly escalated (deescalated?) into…

And thank goodness that CDG had the foresight to give us a useful hashtag…

Yep, you read that correctly, Pole Dancing Pooh.

And then, we all fell apart, giggling like school girls…

Pole Dancing Pooh even began trending…

The ever-wise Lori piped in with this…

Then, Pooh got some new clothes…

And since we’re all-inclusive, CDG had the following thoughtful question…

Eeyore was then thrown under the bus…

But, Lori was quick to point out…

 

CDG and Lori raised some excellent questions to ponder…

 

 

We weren’t the only ones giggling…

And we can rest assured that we have ruined Pooh’s image…

 

And with that?  Our work was done.

Thanks girls, just a few moments of giggly fun made my entire day.  Love you all!

And thank you, Cheryl, for the great idea…

 

 

And Huggies?  Really, you might want to work on that graphic.  Just sayin’.

Opening a Vein: Why I Write

Last evening, I was taking part in The Red Dress Club’s Twitter Chat and my friend Cheryl tweeted this bit of wisdom…

…to which Denelle (who is a fabulous writer) replied…

Denelle’s tweets made me feel a bit sick inside…like I’m some kind of fraud.

Because if I want to call myself a writer, shouldn’t I want to write? Shouldn’t I have to write?

But I don’t. So I replied…

And as difficult as that is to admit to a group of writers that I admire, that is my truth.

I don’t love writing.

But oftentimes, I love the final product.

I don’t write because it feels good while I’m doing it.

I don’t write because I am compelled to.

I write because I often don’t know exactly what I’m thinking or feeling until I do.

Because I want my children to have these words…to know how central they were to my life.

I write in case I one day forget all of the joy this life has brought me.

But not because I enjoy it.

Because I really don’t.

How about you?

 

Pooh Gone Wrong

It all started with this tweet…

…which contained this photo (yes, those are Matthew’s delicious thighs!)…

…which quickly escalated (deescalated?) into…

And thank goodness that CDG had the foresight to give us a useful hashtag…

Yep, you read that correctly, Pole Dancing Pooh.

And then, we all fell apart, giggling like school girls…

Pole Dancing Pooh even began trending…

The ever-wise Lori piped in with this…

Then, Pooh got some new clothes…

And since we’re all-inclusive, CDG had the following thoughtful question…

Eeyore was then thrown under the bus…

But, Lori was quick to point out…

CDG and Lori raised some excellent questions to ponder…

We weren’t the only ones giggling…

And we can rest assured that we have ruined Pooh’s image…

And with that?  Our work was done.

Thanks girls, just a few moments of giggly fun made my entire day.  Love you all!

And thank you, Cheryl, for the great idea…

And Huggies?  Really, you might want to work on that graphic.  Just sayin’.

Without Friends I’d Be Dead. Stop Calling Me Dramatic.

Although I fell in love with Alex months ago, it was her recent commitment to limiting how much television that she allows her children to watch that made me realize that she is perfect for Small Moments Mondays.  By limiting television, she is attempting (and succeeding) to be more present for her two beautiful children. Whether she’s playing chase, dragging a kiddie pool through her house, or playing Go Fish, she is living in the moment with her children and she is making those memories that they will all carry with them. Check out her  Harcore Television Challenge!

I truly admire Alex, she is honest, open, funny, intelligent, and vulnerable, all of which are evidenced in God, What If I Cannot Handle It?, My Son, Revisited, and Our Common Humanity Is Easier To Find Than You Think.  Check Your Pants.

I am so grateful that our paths have crossed. I would certainly call her my PF.

(If you are unfamiliar with Twitter, here’s a brief rundown, Twitter Cheat Sheet.)

Thank you, Alex, for coming by and sharing your small moment with us!

Without Friends I’d Be Dead. Stop Calling Me Dramatic by Alex

I don’t do small very well. I have a loud laugh, big ideas, and a tendency to forget to use my INDOOR VOICE.

So Small Moments Monday intimidates me.

And as I’m staring at the computer screen, I have a twelve DM interchange with my best bloggy friend. Saying nothing and everything.

How’s your morning?

Stress poops, ahoy!

Your readers rule.

What do you think about this idea?

I’m crying.

Why didn’t you sleep?

We should tell them I’m your organizational coach. Haha.

She didn’t even TRY to murder me. Boo.

I hope today is a better day.

Our friendship is a fluke. I respond to something random in a conversation I’m not technically included in. She follows me back because of it. I DM’d her about a song. And then tell her that it’s stupid because she probably gets DMs about the song all the time. She says no, she’s never heard of the song. In the process, I accidently guessed her real name.

She and I needed more than 140 characters to finish our conversations over the next few weeks. We moved to email. Then exchanged phone numbers. Then met in person. Then the big finale FACEBOOK FRIENDS. (Friendships are TOTALLY like dating. Except for the kissing part.)

All the while, we refer to each other as pfs. Potential friends. Until one day I realize that we are FRIEND FRIENDs. But ff is already taken so we go nostalgic and breaking out the pf here and there.

And now I have this person who gets blogging and mothering and twitter-ing and insists my impatience is apart of my charm. (After I DM her: WHERE ARE YOU five minutes after my first DM of the day.)

Last week, while discussing BlogHer, I warn her of my overpacking tendencies (I GO BIG PEOPLE) and she responds: I am an underpacker. Together, we make one functional adult. Hoorah!

I can’t imagine traveling this bumpy road of blogging and writing and social awkwardness without a pf.

If you don’t have one, get one! Go out on a limb with someone you like in this bloggy world. Because as big as the Inter-ba-nets may be, it’s just made up of people. And moments.

Moments that wouldn’t be the same without friends. Meanwhile, you can always DM me… if you like loud impatient people.

When Alex Iwashyna isn’t DM-ing with her pf, she blogs at Late Enough mostly about life, parenting, marriage, politics, culture, religion, and her inability to wake up in the morning and not hate everyone. Often zombies, fire, and rude Southern people make appearances, but Alex can pretty much guarantee that she’ll still be in her pjs while fighting them off. She also hangs out on the Twitter as @L8enough and Facebooky.

Twitter Cheat Sheet

I am so excited that tomorrow is Monday (I honestly never thought I’d be able to say that), as I will be bringing you another installment of Small Moments Mondays

If you aren’t on Twitter, you really should be some of the terms in tomorrow’s post might be unfamiliar to you.

So, in preparation, I thought it might be helpful to offer you a bit of a cheat sheet for the Twitter vocabulary you’ll encounter.

But before I begin, if you aren’t sure what Twitter is all about or why you should even care,  How Twitter Will Change the Way We Live , explains it all quite well.

Here are some terms that you might find helpful when reading tomorrow’s post:

Tweet: a post with a maximum number of 140 characters.

DM, or Direct Message: a private message sent between two people.

Follow: When you follow someone, you are essentially subscribing to their tweets.  (Unlike Facebook, they do not need to accept a request, nor is the follow automatically reciprocal.)

And some general terms that you might find helpful should you decide to give Twitter a try:

RT, or retweet: the re-posting of a friend’s tweet.

Tweeps: a blend of twitter and peeps (people), a term used to refer to friends. 

Should you decide that Twitter is for you, check out this extensive Twittonary!

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