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Sportline Qlip Any-Wear Pedometer

Sportline Qlip Any-Wear Pedometer

Sportline Qlip Any-Wear Pedometer

What is it? Sportline Qlip Any-Wear Pedometer Clip this sleek little pedometer anywhere or slide it into your pocket. The new Qlip Any-Wear pedometer, powered by the Infiniti Motion Sensor, will accurately track your steps, distance-traveled and calories-burned in any orientation and from just about anywhere on your body. It’s the perfect training companion; small, smart and sexy.

What does it say the Sportline Qlip Any-Wear Pedometer will do?

  • Clips in multiple locations on the body
  • Accurately tracks steps and distance
  • Accurately calculates calories burned
  • Accurately monitors speed
  • Monitors total time in activity
  • Time-of-day clock
  • Removable holster clip

Does it do what it says it will do? The Qlip Any-Wear Pedometer does do everything that the label says it will.I really enjoyed the fact that it was so small and sleek. I also appreciated the fact that the clip actually held it’s place because I have worn inferior pedometers and they have fallen off when walking vigorously. In fact, it has happened to me so many times that I was pleasantly shocked when this one stayed firmly in place!Kudos for that feature Sportline.

Do you need to consult a manual or is it “User Friendly”? The Qlip Any-Wear Pedometer is small and compact and it looks really trendy. You can wear it almost anywhere and no one will even know that you are wearing a pedometer. I love that aspect about it. I like to be inconspicuous about my work outs. But, I would have to recommend consulting the manual before operating. This is not to say that it is overly difficult to use, only that it offers so many wonderful functions that to utilize the pedometer to it’s full extent, I feel, you would be served well to read the manual. With a quick once over to figure out how to access each function, you will be on your way and probably never have to consult the manual again.

*As a reminder be sure to remove the battery insulator tab, or you will find yourself perplexed as to why your new Qlip Any-Wear Pedometer is not working. I speak from experience.It’s not the Sportline Qlip Any-Wear pedometer, it’s the user.

Sportline Qlip Any-Wear Pedometer and Go

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Throat Punch Thursday,Korda Bailey This weeks Throat Punch Once again, Throat Punch Thursday has us back in Florida. Why does it seem like we are always in Florida on Thursday? Thursday recipient has had it coming for a long time. I mean for at least 12 years but , actually more like 20 years, for me personally. In general, this recipient has had it coming for as long as it’s been around. You know who I am referring to..CANCER! That sonofabitch has hurt a lot of people for a long time and almost everyone has been touched by it. I lost my Grandmother to it. I lost a close friend to it. It has completely rearranged the lives of many women I know. The last straw was when my nephew , who was only 3 at the time, was diagnosed with cancer. Thankfully, he has had a full recovery and is now a freshman in high school but that didn’t make going through it any easier when he was 3. I hate cancer….with a passion. I don’t hate too many things or people, I strongly dislike but I HATE cancer. Every time I see a friend who lost her mother, or almost lost her mother to cancer, my heart breaks. When I see my girlfriend who was diagnosed with breast cancer 5 months after having her child, my heart hurts. When I look in my nephews beautiful face, I am reminded of what he had to endure at such a young age and I can barely breathe. When I look into my girls eyes and realize that this awful thing could ever touch them, it is unfathomable. Oh, yes, I effing HATE cancer! Then I came across this bit on CNN ( you know, my source for all the sunshine I spread on Thursday)

Now, cancer just got kicked up a notch on my list.As if there weren’t enough reasons to hate cancer, this video made me want to choke cancer out and watch the life of it slowly go out. I feel that it is high time that this bastard be eradicated from the planet. Don’t you agree? To CANCER I give the reverse right legged roundhouse to the back, coupled with two lightening swift throat punches to the gullet, followed by nunchucks to the head and for good measure. I would spit in cancers face.I know,you’d expect a lady not to be so vulgar but that’s how much I HATE cancer!If you want to read the entire article about Mary Villet please go here.
Throat Punch, Chuck Norris, Thursday,

Who or what is worthy of your throat punch today? Come link up. Grab a Throat Punch Thursday button ( under buttons tab), include it in your post, link up, comment and enjoy the relief that comes come relieving yourself of the stress of the world’s stupidity.

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Sometimes,in those fleeting quiet moments, where coherent thought still exists in the recesses of my mind, I think about the meaning of life. I know it surprises me when it happens too. Usually, I’m trying my damnest just to keep babies alive and thriving without traumatizing them in any way that is so awful as to trigger a major mental breakdown in the future. Because, just so you know, I totally hold my parents accountable for my years of therapy..my therapist agreed with me,so there is that. But in those almost extinct moments of quiet, I ask myself some of the big questions of life. One that crept up on my unusually peaceful drive home this morning in the rain was “Why are there no miracles anymore?” I mean, there are everyday miracles like the sun shining or gravity or a mother’s blind love for her child. But what about the real BIG miracles? What happened to seas parting? People walking on water? Water into wine?

Then it hit me, right over top of the head…babies. Babies are a miracle.  I don’t mean in the they are such a blessing in my life sort of way. I don’t even mean the we tried for 7 years before we got pregnant sort of way. Though in there own respects,they could certainly be considered miracles. No, what I’m talking about is the fact that the goo that was left behind on Ms.Lewinski’s dress meets an egg in a moment of uncontainable passion and , in that moment, something that so closely resembles snot turns into Daddy juice and is on it’s way to having a heart beat and breathing, walking around, smiling, and living in the world. I mean think about it, really think about it. It’s really quite profound, the whole process. It’s like creating something grand from absolutely nothing.It is my very own water into wine. There is so many miracles involved with babies, aside from creating them; growing them, sustaining, the way they make our hearts grow, our minds expand, our lives richer. See what happens when it rains and I have a minute of quiet time? I see the little miracles in my own life. How did I not see this before?

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Miracles #1 & #2

 

What are our ever day miracles? Do you believe in miracles? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this discussion. Maybe it’s the rain, or spring and all the new life all around but I am seeing little miracles every where. Go enjoy the little miracles in your life.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]

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Perfect Parenting~Perfect Bullshit I know all of us try,to our best capabilities,  to be the best parent we can be. We want others to look at us and say “Wow! That Mom really has her shit together!” More importantly, we need to feel that our kids know that we are doing everything right. We want to do our best for them.I know I try my hardest to achieve a certain level of parenting proficiency.I’ve always been a perfectionist,so parenting was also approached with perfection as the ultimate goal. Perfect children? Perfect Mommy? Perfectly simple? Perfectly happy? That was the part that I hadn’t figured out yet.

www.motherhoodthetruth.com

Here I am, 6 years later with 2 gorgeous daughters who I think are absolutely perfect, to me. I, on the other hand, am not. I’ve been known to lose my temper and yell. I know, shocking right? I’ve found myself at a loss, stranded in a room completely overwhelmed with no direction and these two perfect beings tap dancing an Irish jig all over my very last nerve. These moments make me feel like the most unqualified parent in the world. After all, what kind of mom doesn’t think her kids are sunshine and rainbows all day, every day? Probably more than would like to admit it , that’s who.

www.motherhoodthetruth.com,perfect parenting~perfect bullshit

Then it hit me.Parenting is not what I am unqualified for. I am unqualified to try and parent by stringent, ridiculous parenting standards. My girls need me to be a Mommy to them.I’m not getting a grade. There’s not some secret Mommy board of directors who is keeping an ever knowing, all seeing big brother eye on my every move to validate whether or not I follow the approved guidelines. It’s the girls, myself and what works for us.

I know there is most certainly others judging me when my 3 year old has a complete meltdown on Sunday nights over which panties she wears and I give in. But they don’t realize that her Daddy has left every single Sunday night for the past year and she has a hard time dealing with it, she is only 3. She’s sad and panties are not the problem,they are a symptom. Missing her daddy is the real issue but looking from the outside. How could you know?

When my 5 year old had such a difficult time at the beginning of the school year because she had no friends and cried about it for weeks, people looked at me like I was a moron for letting her get so worked up about something so inconsequential. What they didn’t know is that we had to relocate last year and she had to leave behind her school and all of her friends half way across the country.And that was the second time in a years time. I let her overreact about the situation this year because she needed to feel her feelings. It was my job to let her feel them, no judgment and try and help her move through them.She’s thriving now but anyone looking from the outside looking in would have thought I was raising drama queens.


The day that I popped off at the girls for asking me to go to the park for the 37th time and my friend looked at me like I was monster, it hurt and was an embarrassing moment in my Mommy history. What she didn’t know was that it was the 37th time they had asked, I had already told them no because they were misbehaving and they had been at that park yesterday for 2 hours.Not to mention, I parent alone 5 days a week and if you’ve never had to do this you can’t understand how difficult it really is.No one knows these things if they are not told.

www.motherhoodthetruth.com,perfect parenting~perfect bullshit

Bottom line, my job is to be a good parent to my girls. For me, being a good parent means loving my girls unconditionally, supporting them in their endeavors, raising them with values and manners and doing my best to let them know the real me. I want them to look back on their childhood and know “My parents loved me”, they nourished my soul, my mind and my body. I don’t want to hide the real me from them.I don’t want them to hide who they are from me. There is no such thing as perfect parenting, that is perfect nonsense. We need to strive for parenting in a way that is perfect for our own children, whatever that may be.

www.motherhoodthetruth.com,perfect parenting~perfect bullshit

What is your perfect parenting style? What parenting “guideline” do you feel is completely obsolete in your parenting world? What parenting technique would you never use? Which parenting technique would you be lost without?

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I came across this video, that took place in a McDonald’s in Baltimore, on twitter the other day. What I felt when seeing this can only be described as disgust.How is this allowed to take place in decent society? In a McDonald’s in a major metropolitan area. Honestly, in my brief stint in the food service industry as a teenager, fast food was a breeding ground for acne and inappropriate sex under the guise of making a few dollars. I watched this video and all I kept thinking was..why are none of these men jumping in to stop these two girls from attacking this one girl. I call it an attack because what else do you call it when two girls are beating up on one person. It’s obviously not a fair fight.This attack transcends any color, race, religion or lifestyle that may be involved. This attack is so shocking due to its violent nature, lack of human compassion and infusion of hate. I’m not saying this girl didn’t start the altercation ( *as I have no context as to what was going on before this video was shot.). Hell, maybe she did but not by TWO people at the same time.( reference her talking back, safer the initial assault.Wouldn’t common sense dictate that you stay quiet and then call the cops? Just me? ) It’s pretty evident that no one in the building, perhaps with the exception of the Granny who tried to intervene, was using any common sense.Really, I’m convinced entirely that the geriatric super hero was using her good sense either…her heart and compassion yes. Good sense, probably not. I’m pretty sure she was a hair away from being the next victim. Those animals doing the beating were completely out of control and very cocky about the whole thing. I have no idea what could have prompted such a reaction and such hatred from these girls toward the victim.

Why the continuous beating? I don’t know. Why the moronic men filming and standing behind the counter didn’t pull the women apart? I don’t know. Why was the man filming commentating like Chris Tucker in Friday? Because, obviously, he is a fucking idiot. This video has convinced me that my girls will not be working in the fast food service industry. Hell, they will never even be allowed to walk through Baltimore without first being outfitted with a taser. And after I responded to the initial link tweeted , I received a tweet back from @McDonalds Corp offering this sorry press release:

 

Our Concern Regarding the Baltimore Incident

April 23, 2011

There’s no room for violence under the Golden Arches. We strongly condemn the videotaped assault in one of our Baltimore franchised restaurants.  Working with the authorities, we now have more facts, and we want to share our actions with you.

First and foremost, our thoughts are with the victim during this time.

Our franchisee is investigating the behavior and response of his employees. Action has been taken, and the crew member who made the video is no longer employed by his organization. Appropriate action regarding other employees will take place as warranted.

We want to reassure our customers that your neighborhood McDonald’s is a safe, welcoming place for everyone. We share our customers’ concern. We are doing everything possible to make sure the right thing is done.

 

I am pretty sure that I will no longer be eating under the golden arches until there is a press release stating that the assailants were fired and those who stood by and watched, were suspended pending an investigation. The scary thought is that McDonald’s just had a push to hire 50,000 more employees. I wonder, is this the caliber of employees that are lurking behind the counters when you order your Big Mac? If so, I’d say you better  proceed with caution. Who knows who you might set off with a “Specialty” order and, obvious from this video, no ones coming to your rescue if one ( or a group) of the employees goes off the rails and attacks you. But they do believe in teamwork, you saw how they were quick to help the girl escape once the sirens finally drew closer. I’m pretty sure the girl on the floor in full on shock, due to the fact that she had most of the hair ripped from her scalp, was ,indeed, NOT LOVING IT!

What action do you think McDonald’s should take in regards to their employees involved in this situation?

* UPDATE: Just did some more investigating and found this information from an article in the Baltimore Sun

A transgender woman beaten at a Baltimore County McDonald’s spoke out on Saturday, saying that the attack was “definitely a hate crime” and that she’s been afraid to go out in public ever since.

“They said, ‘That’s a dude, that’s a dude and she’s in the female bathroom,’ ” said Chrissy Lee Polis, 22, who said she stopped at the Rosedale restaurant to use the restroom. “They spit in my face.”

The video shows two females — one of them a 14-year-old girl — repeatedly kicking and punching Polis in the head as an employee and a patron try to intervene. Others can be heard laughing, and men are seen standing idly by.

Toward the end of the video, one of the suspects lands a punishing blow to the victim’s head, and Polis appears to have a seizure. A man’s voice tells the women to run because police are coming.

“I knew they were taping me; I told the guy to stop,” said Polis, a resident of Baltimore. “They didn’t help me. They didn’t do nothing for me.”

County police confirmed that the attack occurred April 18 in the 6300 block of Kenwood Ave. Police said the 14-year-old girl has been charged as a juvenile, while charges were pending against an 18-year-old woman. Reached Saturday, police officials said the investigation was continuing.

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It’s Earth Day and I have decided to do the green thing and be unplugged today. I will be spending the day outdoors playing with my beautiful girls and readying my garden for this summer. Today I will not be posting  my Fabulous Five post because I will not be on the computer but will certainly be back next Friday with a list of five more wonderful bloggers to share with you. Keeping with the spirit of Earth Day, I will be recycling some posts from the very beginning..2 years ago, when the only person who read me was my wonderful Big Guy.

Remembering the Bliss of Birth

Play dates: A Brief Deviation

2 year old Selective Hearing Syndrome and Other Nuggets of Wisdom

Hell on Wheels in Pink Taffeta and a Helmet

Bringing Home Baby

Waking Up Mommy

Potty Training~ the Next Frontier

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

Road tripping with toddlers or Hell on Wheels

Hey, Look at the Fat Girl

And if you are looking for some great Earth Day ideas and ways to be #kind2earth  and to raise environmentally aware and responsible children please take a look at this article.

Happy Earth Day! Now go outside and enjoy this wonderful planet!

*PEACE*

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Throat punch Thursday

Throat Punch Thursday,florida, 15 year old teen boy killed Throat Punch Thursday ~ Assholes, Paint Cans and Fire Pits. This weeks Throat Punch was earned by several people..oh, I think you know who I’m talking about. But,alas, I am not the monster that some would have you believe. There is a much greater evil in the world. There is an evil so heinous that it makes Charles Manson look tame. I’ll let you be the Judge.

(CNN) Six people were arrested this week and accused of luring a 15-year-old boy to a Florida home, shooting him several times, burning his body in a fire pit and putting the remains into paint cans, authorities said.

The killing occurred Sunday in the central Florida city of Ocala, according to a statement from the Marion County Sheriff’s Office.

Two females in the group allegedly lured the victim, Seath Jackson, to the home and the group beat him with a wooden object. He was then shot several times with a .22 caliber gun, authorities said.

As the wounded teen attempted to flee, he was tackled and shot again, according to the sheriff’s statement. His body was allegedly placed in a sleeping bag and burned in a fire pit outside the home.

His ashes were placed into several paint containers and thrown into a large garbage can, authorities said.

Authorities said they learned of the alleged plot from a member of the group who confessed to witnessing the killing.

Four adults and two minors have been charged in connection with the death.

Sheriff’s department documents gave little information on what led to the killing other than brief statements by suspects about a dispute and a growing hatred.

Divers on Wednesday found three paint buckets in a water-filled rock quarry that are suspected of containing the victim’s remains, authorities said.

The contents of the buckets were delivered to a forensic specialist at the University of Florida in Gainesville to determine if the ashes and bone fragments match those of Jackson.

Throat Punch, Chuck Norris, Thursday, florida 15 year old boy killed

I am practically speechless. All I can say is that this is some really messed up stuff! These people make my skin crawl and make me afraid for my children’s safety in the world, knowing that these kinds of people are walking around free. Why did they do this? His clothes weren’t cool enough? He looked at them wrong? Who knows? These people are soulless animals with no hearts and even less of a conscience. It’s bad enough that they used girls to lure him to his assault. After the shock of realizing that these girls didn’t, in fact, like him and that he was being set up to get the shit kicked out of him, can you imagine what was going through his mind? The betrayal.The shock. The hurt.You know how fragile a teenage boy is, especially a socially awkward one ( I’m assuming since he was lured by girls, and then beaten for no reason). Then, as if beating the crap out of the poor guy wasn’t enough they shot him, several times, over and over again. It must have been like shooting at a scared, caged animal. When he finally broke free of them, after taking several bullets, wounded and scared out of his mind…they caught him,  and shot him again. Then proceed to put him in a sleeping bag and throw him onto a fire pit. Was he alive? Was he dead? I don’t know.It doesn’t clarify. What I do know is that it takes a really special kind of effed up to perpetrate these sorts of crimes. I’d give them a Throat Punch, but truly I wouldn’t want to come that close to them. They creep me the hell out.But I will give them a fast and furious roundhouse kick to the head using Chuck Norris’ legs. He can kick ’em harder anyways. I don’t know what in hell would posses a person to do this to another human being but these assholes all deserve to have their asses kicked all the way back to the hellish nightmare they came from.So many assholes in the world, so few Throat Punch Thursdays.

Throat punch Thursday


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I have decided to write my first ever Pour Your Heart Out post. I am very open on my blog. I am very honest about what I write and the opinions and feelings that I have about any given subject. That being said, I write a Mommy blog. Every part of me that I ever was, am or will ever be is not relevant to my posts. So you don’t know every single thing about me. And that’s okay because I don’t know every single thing about you. Who really knows everything about everyone? We know what is pertinent and the rest is extraneous information, except for when it isn’t.

This morning,I found myself impulsively writing a post. It was one of those situations where the heart took over and my blog was where the feelings landed. Needless to say, I spent the day being attacked but that’s OK too because we are all entitled to our feelings and our opinions…that includes me. I heard your reactions and I took my lumps, like a big girl. But I realized that you don’t know things about me. I am going to share a part of my past that I don’t like to talk about or even recollect. I’ve not shared it up to this point because it was simply irrelevant. Today, it became relevant.

It was a bitter cold night in January 13 years ago.I was a senior in college and had been out at the bars with my friends and fiance,having the time of our lives. Not a care in the world. In fact, I was on top of the world. I had just newly gotten engaged and the whole world was in front of me. We were out celebrating our engagement with our closest friends. Life was finally looking promising.

This particular night, I had been out with my now husband and my best friend, who introduced us, and a few others close to us. My best friend had grown up with my fiance and he was like her brother. From the very beginning, she raved at how I had to meet him.Here we were, like any other night at college, drinking, talking, dancing, laughing and living.Living life so full and hard that sometimes it felt too good to be true.

This night, something was different. She seemed distant….removed. But when I asked she said that she had things on her mind. A little more drinking and a lot more probing and she told me that she was feeling like she was losing our friendship to the engagement. She felt left out. She felt angry. She felt sad. I hugged her, as best girlfriends do, and I assured her that no this was just the beginning to a very long friendship.I assumed that was it. The night proceeded as usual and then we parted ways. She dropped me off at my apartment and said she’d see me tomorrow and then drove home to her apartment on the opposite side of town.In retrospect, I should have known something was wrong since she hadn’t decided to just crash at my apartment, as she did on so many other nights.

Sometime a few hours later (I’m not really sure of the time as I was in a dead sleep when I received the phone call), she called me. She was half incoherent and she was mumbling. I could barely understand or hear her. She was speaking in a low, heavy whisper. All I remember hearing is “I love you and I wanted to say bye”. Then the phone went dead. My heart froze and my stomach dropped. I tried frantically to call her back as I was throwing on my clothes and searching for my keys. I called the police. I tried to call her again. No answer. The phone rang. It was her mother, frantic and scared sounding exactly the same way I felt. She had gotten the same call. I ran out the door half dressed because in those moments every single second was life or death. I jumped in my car, with no coat and snow pouring down, tears streaming down my cheeks and my heart beating out of my chest. My head was spinning.The car stalled. It wouldn’t start. I called my fiance to come and get me.I called the cops again. Time was moving so fast but so slow.It was like helplessly watching a train wreck in slow motion.Knowing everyone on board was going to die but you couldn’t stop it.

The dispatch ( knowing that I was frightened out of my mind) checked with the on scene police officers and told me that paramedics were at her apartment trying to resuscitate her. TRYING.TO.RESUSCITATE. HER!! Her mother called. My friend had taken sleeping pills and pain killers.Lots of them. Life was muffled and spinning so fast and far out of control that I could hardly breathe. I felt trapped in my own head.What was only 3 minutes felt like a lifetime.My fiance arrived, I jumped into his car, in the middle of that dark, freezing cold night in January and raced to the hospital. I was it. We were her family. Her parents were 2 hours away. So, we sat and we waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, her mother arrived. Finally, the doctors let us know that she was going to be okay.

I have NEVER felt so helpless in my entire life. I am not a victim. I do not sit idly by and watch as life happens to me. I am engaged. I am involved. I make things happen. I keep the people that I love safe. Her act left me helpless and in a panic. All I could do was pray. She called me after the fact. She didn’t even give me a chance to help her. It infuriated me. It infuriates me to this day. When you kill yourself, or even try to kill yourself, the ones you leave behind are the ones who are left with the void and the pain.  Maybe that is why the events that took place this morning incited such a strong reaction within me. In fact, I am sure that my own personal experience is what caused my gut reaction. So, next time, you will know that I hate the helplessness, the situation…not the person or the illness.

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This post is for my fellow Mommy bloggers. I know some of you don’t like to be pigeonholed by the term. I, myself, am pretty proud of it. I have only been writing this blog for about 2 years, but in that time I have surrounded myself with a wonderful community or women and men; mostly parents and bloggers.  I have met amazing women all over the globe. My friend and advice pool has increased exponentially. I have also learned that there is a definite pecking order in the community, as there is in any social circle. People with seniority are obviously going to know more about the field and have more experience and insight. This is nothing new. This is the way of the world.

Last night, I was checking my Twitter stream and I saw a confusing tweet about Top Tier (more seasoned) Mommy Bloggers and it linked to a post. I won’t link that post because I don’t like to give traffic to what I think is a malicious rant. I wasn’t sure if the tweet was in agreement of the post or against it. So, my interest was piqued and I had to read it for myself.The jist was that it was a complaint rant ( a whine, if you will) about how Top Tier Mommy bloggers are aloof and “take” all the opportunities and that the only reason they have the opportunities that they have is because they were here first.She went on to insinuate that the entire “community” that they inundate themselves with is nothing more than a handful of other Top Tier Mommy bloggers. The entire post felt to me like a platform to attack. Of course, it is her blog and she is entitled to say whatever she wants about whatever she wants.It’s her opinion but it really felt like sour grapes to me.

I am NOT a big name blogger, by any means. I fall somewhere in the middle of the spectrum of Mommy bloggers.But I can say this with complete authority, these women are where they are because they are talented writers, they work hard to network, they put themselves out there with their writing and most have been working hard at this for years.YEARS!The writer of the post says that the Top Tier Mommy bloggers “worm” their way into every single internet uproar referencing the Today Moms and Babble.com. These bloggers are the authority because they’ve been doing it the longest and gotten exposure for being pioneers in the field. The Today Show and Babble go to them first because the Top Tier Mommy bloggers are the ones who have been here for the longest. FYI, I know several “new” bloggers (especially int he NYC area) who have several media opportunities. So, it’s not just about being in that elite group. You have to be available and engage in social media. You can’t sit on a Mommy blogger throne and just think you are so special that the world must come to you. We are all moms. We grow babies and share our experience, have opinions..the end. Most are not independently wealthy, they are paid in prestige. They are paid in mattresses, trips and cameras.They write because they love to write. They write to maintain their sanity.They write because they have something to say. They keep writing because we are reading. I admire them for their fortitude and ambition.It’s hard to keep working so diligently on a goal that is almost impossible to reach.Mommy blogging is about as hard as actual Mommying, with much less rewards.

I wonder if the blogger who wrote the post has even ever tried to reach out to these so called Top Tier bloggers? I have. I have networked and chit chatted with just about every single one of them via Twitter, FB, our blogs, email and various other blogging platforms. You know what? The ones I’ve interacted with are very friendly, willing to guide/mentor a new blogger, gracious and smart. They don’t shut new bloggers out. But, as a new blogger, you have to be willing to engage, introduce yourself. They don’t know you. How could they? You’ve never met. It’s common sense, just like in your real life relationships.You have to make an effort. You can’t sit on your ass and expect Mohammad to come to the mountain. Most of us are not that fucking special.In fact, no one is that fucking special. Life is about relationships. You get out what you put in.

It’s ridiculous that I have to defend these ladies for doing nothing wrong. This post I read talks about community and the TOP TIER bloggers keeping it very elite and cliquey when she herself is the one who is attacking; shutting them out. They are not writing about keeping people out. She is. I think this is more a case of sour grapes than anything else. This is where the dysfunction comes from in this community.Not from Top Tier Mommy bloggers shutting people out but from whiny bloggers giving up and looking for someone else to blame for their own shortcomings. Work hard, persist and persevere or give up and shut up. Either way, stop complaining.

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Dyson DC23, My Dyson sucks. Does yours?

What is it? The Dyson DC23 Turbinehead vacuum Cleaner. I don’t know about you but I have been dying for a Dyson vacuum cleaner. I had an upright but it just didn’t suck.Not the way I needed it to suck. One day, after much creative suggesting on my part and my husband spending a good hour and a half trying to unclog our upright vacuum, my dream began to come to fruition. My husband, annoyed and disheartened, went to the store and came home with the Dyson DC23 Turbinehead. The Dyson DC23 Turbinehead is a bagless canister vacuum for medium and short pile carpets. It’s supposed to be Dyson’s most efficient cyclone technology for capturing microscopic dust. It has a turbinehead brush bar for carpets – switches off for hard floors and a lifetime washable HEPA filter traps microscopic allergens. Needless to say, the Big Guy had done well when he came through the door with this baby. I was ecstatic.

What does it say the Dyson DC23 will do?

Features:

  • Root Cyclone technology delivers powerful cleaning with no loss of suction over time.
    • Cleaner Exhaust Air – The air expelled from a Dyson has up to 150 times less mold and bacteria than the air you breathe.
    • Effective for all floor types – The turbine floor tool can be turned on for deep cleaning carpets, or turned off for delicate rugs and floors.
    • Lightweight adjustable wand – Select the right length for your comfort and the job at hand.
    • The washable, lifetime HEPA filter, certified asthma and allergen friendly, even leaves the air smelling clean and fresh.
    • Only the finest quality materials and workmanship for long-lasting durability and reliability–the Dyson difference.
    • Five-year parts and labor warranty.

Does it do what it says it will do? At first, I was a little overwhelmed. I’ve not used a canister vacuum since the 80′s. Plus, it looks a little like a space ship or some sort of high tech space craft. I was afraid that pulling a canister around behind me was going to pull my back because, let’s face it, I’m not a teenager anymore and I actually have to take these sorts of things into consideration. Damn you old age! But to my surprise, it is very lightweight and those two giant wheels actually work very well.I love the fact that you can wash the HEPA filter and it doesn’t have to be replaced. But the real piece de resistance, the Dyson DC23 sucks up dirt and dust particles like nobody’s business. The Dyson DC23 was sucking up stuff that I wasn’t even aware was on my carpet.
Do you need to consult a manual or is it “User Friendly”? It is absolutely User Friendly! All you need to do is plug it in, remove the easily adjustable wand ..ready …aim..suck! Your floors have never been cleaner than they will be with your Dyson DC23 Turbinehead vacuum cleaner.

The Dyson DC23 Turbinehead Vacuum Cleaner

 

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