So, I created this letter for my daughter, and now I’m SOBBING. I can’t even see to type. So, let’s just hope this is relatively free of errors.
I’m sobbing because:
1) our baby girl turns 2 today and
2) I was dumb enough to make a video montage to commemorate it.
I don’t know if I ever told y’all this, but Katy in a Corner is actually my third blogging venture.
[Wow. So, third time's a…Dirty Dancing parody? That is just sad.]
My first blog (or what I called an online journal at the time) went live in 2003 and was entitled, “Postcards from Leeds.” It chronicled my year abroad as an ambassadorial scholar for the Rotary Foundation. I was a serious professional back when I was 22.
You know what this photo says? “Look out, world. I’ve got French cuffs, and I know how to use them.”
I have three more Facebook features to introduce to Marky Mark Zuckerberg (here are the first two), and I’m curious to know how many of you think #5 is a social media necessity.
There are very few (if any) things in the online world I desire more than a Facebook dislike button.
The passive-aggressive in me NEEDS a way to combat the duck face.
Sign my petition below (leave a comment) if you believe the Facebook dislike button is long overdue.
Have you ever wondered why Facebook isn’t more mom-friendly?
Probably because it was created by a kid whose own mother was still doing his laundry.
Well, there are some things I “dislike” (get it?) about Facebook, and I decided to air out my grievances for you via this here vloggy thing.
During the Presidential debate this past Tuesday, a Facebook friend of mine – actually, she’s a real, live friend of mine who lives across the street – appropriately identified some of her Facebook friends as “armchair politicians.” She’s referring to those who have never played the politics “game,” yet they seem to have so much to say about it.
I happen to like her analogy.
(This one’s for you, Uncle Julius. Me with “Touchdown Jesus” at the heart of the Notre Dame campus in South Bend, Indiana.)
Grief is not something every family does well.
Some families grow apart.
Some families curse God.
Some curse each other.
Some families wallow in self-pity.
Some allow greed to overcome them.
But this weekend I had the humbling opportunity to witness a family that grieves well.