Saturday, January 31, 2009

Ass-vice vs Advice

One of the most common rants I see on other blogs is someone railing against what they call ass-vice or unsolicited advice. The nosy and the meddlesome bother most but I've seen many a blog and blogger lately that are angry about it. The most recent rant I've seen was between Rebecca Woolf from Girl's Gone Child, Heather Armstrong from Dooce, Alice Bradley from Fin Slippy and Daphne Brogdon from Cool Mom (excuse my linky-love, but must give credit where credit is due) on Momversation, which I have linked below, for your viewing pleasure.

Advice from absolute strangers in public? Unwelcome and I fully agree. Interfering with someone else's child at a park? Also unwelcome.

But is it still ass-vice when a person is posting the intimate details of their life on the internet to be read by complete strangers? When you post the intimate details of not only your life but your marital life and your life as a mother, usually for profit, such as sites like Dooce, a website that supports not only its author but her husband and child, you're inviting strangers into your life. You're giving them details about your day to day life, down to the nitty gritty, that some people wouldn't even give their friends in person.

Through the computer, you're letting these people into your lives. They know about your child's potty training, your fight with your husband, how you're feeling about having another baby, and much much more in some cases. You've let them feel like they know you as well as they know their "real life" friends. So I still don't see why people are surprised when they get comments, suggestions and advice from blog readers, even if it is on their parenting.

A common question on the video I linked above is "Why do you care how I parent my child?" Its an ironic question, coming from a group of mommy bloggers. If people didn't care how you parented your child, and didn't care about your private life, you wouldn't be making money off your blog. Just be grateful that people are interested, and grow thick enough skin to deal with criticism and advice from the strangers who you've opened your life to. After all, it was and still is, your choice.

What's your take on ass-vice vs advice?

Friday, January 30, 2009

The procrastination fairy is back.

Am seriously avoiding doing anything useful by burying nose in book called "500 Recipes with Chocolate" and picking something to make that looks complicated so I can say I accomplished something.

Who wants dessert?!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Fired Up, baby.

I am intensely lame, but I call myself the grown up TEENAGER for a reason. This. Looks. Hilarious.

I mean, come on. Two football players that decide to join cheerleading to hook up with chicks? Hilarity must ensue. Sappy love story aside, I'm so seeing that.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

"That" girl.

Please don't ever let me become the possessive girl. Please don't. I'm so serious. It boils my blood like the devil's ass crack when girls are like that. If a girl is crossing the line, sure...go all "He's mah man, biatch" on her. I'm down. Have at er. Jello wrestle, if you must.

But when a girl, who is your roommate, is hanging out in the living room with your boyfriend (who also lives in the house, are you following?) laying on two separate couches playing Mario Kart on Wii, don't be a bitch about it. Over and over. They're hanging out, not making out.

Of course, the above is a completely hypothetical example but you all understand where I'm coming from, right? Right. Don't be that girl.

I'll hurt you.

Friday, January 23, 2009

I'm such a flighty bloggy

Anyone who's popped into this blog, likely from're going to have to bear with me. I have realized myself to be a bloggy hypocrite.

Why's that, you ask? I clicky click on all my daily clicks, um, daily...and when the owner of the clicky zone hasn't updated, I do my little "Aww shucks" routine. Nevermind that they have lives outside the net, I need my entertainment, dontchaknow?!

But the funny part is that I'm the most sporadical blogger ever. Sometimes, I'll want to write 3 entries in a day, and other times, I'll go for a week without feeling the need or having the subject matter. And rather than ramble on pointlessly (much as I'm doing now...hmm), I believe I'll wait until the muse strikes me.

So there's your disclaimer. You've been forewarned.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Lazy day

I'm annoyingly sick. You know the type of sick where its bothering you enough to slow you down, but not enough to keep you in bed all day? Yeah, that kind of sick.

I can tell you right now, I won't be able to accomplish anything but we'll pretend its my earned lazy day.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Broken pipes and happy moves

So the pipes in my current rental burst today. One elbow only, thank god, but we still have to leave the taps running in order to avoid more freezing because nothing's properly insulated. The joke of the situation is that today is the day I planned to tell my roommates that I'm moving out at the end of March.

I've decided to go home for the summer and I'm super excited about it. If I had stayed in school here, my parents were pushing for me to stay here for the summer, and it was a thought that was enough to induce tears. I've spoken to them about transfer plans, and they know I'm planning on coming home.

Overall these roommates have been the best I've had, so I want to give them as much notice as possible. But today, the universe seems to be telling me it isn't the time to say something. But mentally, the countdown is beginning.

The transfer process...first steps

So back story, abbreviated version: I chose to go to a university that is a 6 hour drive from my hometown. I do not remember why, and I doubt I had a concrete reason, but I did. I should be in 4th year right now, but my marks were bad enough, due to skipping and not handing in assignments, that I got served mandatory faculty withdrawal at the end of last year. I'm taking courses right now, through correspondence, for re-entry. Back story over.

I've been terribly homesick the entire time I've been in university, and after three years and change, I don't think anyone can say I haven't given this school and town the old college try. I don't like it here. I'm not happy here. I don't have good friends here. Quite frankly, I haven't put real roots down and I don't want to.

After talking to my parents tonight, I have started researching transfers to a couple universities that are all less than an hours' drive from my parents house. The one I want the most requires the exact same things as re-entry into my school academically, and a letter of why I want to go to the school, what I've done since school to better myself, and why I think I will do better there. I'm convinced I can write a sincere letter than will win over an admissions board.

And this news is making me very, very happy.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The therapist

I was on the verge of tears when I got there, and definitely let some loose when I was asked why I was there. Tears because the past few years have been, to say the least, not fun. But therapist man has an approach that I like. He likes that I admit that I've made mistakes and that events in my life that I am not happy with have been of my own causing. And because I am already past the 'blame-everyone-but-me' stage (believe me, I was there a while ago), we are onto the next stage.

The next stage: Moving forward. He wants me to write a couple paragraphs on where I want to be in 2 years. Short term manageable goals. And then together, we will devise a plan to get there.

I like not feeling as trapped as I did. Its the first step to the new me.