Mommin' It Up!

July 28, 2009

Remember when I was making fun of Jenny?

Sorry, let me be more specific.

Remember when I was making fun of Jenny for being stuck in an elevator?

Yeah, well, sometimes Karma sucks.

You see, on Saturday, Jenny and I were leaving the MomSelect suite, where we had done a couple spots on MomTV (more on that later in the week!), and we were parting ways for a short break before lunch. I dropped off Jenny and Andrea at the seventh floor and then I was headed down to the lobby. I was talking to Andy on the phone when I realized that instead of going down, the elevator had gone up to the 17th floor. After a minute or so, I realized that it wasn’t going back down. I pushed a couple other buttons to see if I could get it moving, but it wasn’t working. I wasn’t going anywhere.

So what was my first course of action? You might think I’d hit the elevator’s “call” button or something, but no, my first move was to call Jenny and say “I’m stuck in the elevator!” I couldn’t believe the irony, and I was cracking up. Jenny, of course, started panicking for me. “Press the call button! I’m going to call the front desk and I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby!” she said.

So I did press the button, but not before I sent a text to Amy, Shannan and Tricia that said “I am stuck in the elevator I shit you not. I am fine but you must tweet this irony!”

My girls did not disappoint and immediately the tweets started flying.

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mommysnacks and onceamonthmom
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I was bored (why is there no wifi in the elevator? Come on!) so I started texting other people who I knew would find the situation humorous. My sister and I exchanged a few texts from the 17th floor:

Me: You are never going to believe this but I am stuck in an elevator.
Sister: No way. Can u call? Need me 2?
Me: Help on the way.
Sister: Good. Jenny w u?
Me: Thank God NO.
Sister: LOL

I could hear people outside the elevator trying to pry the doors open, but apparently they weren’t having a lot of luck. As they worked hard to free me, word of my situation was making its way around Twitterdom, and I got messages of concern from friends at home.
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Concern… or hysterical laughter.
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But finally, the doors opened, and two nice gentlemen helped me out of the elevator.
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As I disembarked the elevator onto the 17th floor, who did I see but our friend George the Crocs Guy.

“George!” I said, breathlessly. “I just got stuck in the elevator!!!”

He looked at my quizzically and asked “Does that always happen to you guys?”

So then I got back on the elevator and went down to the lobby, where a crowd of concerned friends waited for me.

Jenny was a little happy to see me.

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Tweets announcing my emancipation were sent, and Cortney, remembering Jenny’s reaction to her own elevator incident, asked the million dollar question.
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My answer?
not a freak

July 27, 2009July 26, 2009

We Came, We Saw, We BlogHered

So, Emily and I went to BlogHer in Chicago this weekend. And it was, as we expected, AWESOME! The people, the parties, the SWAG…we ran from morning ’til night but it was SO worth it and SO fun! Some really super-awesome things happened, like – I slept with a pregnant lady and irony bit Emily in the butt (I’ll let her tell you about that). Also, we wore beautiful, stylish, comfortable Lands’ End clothing, shoes, and accessories. And if I do say so myself, we looked fabulous! And we FELT fabulous!

Thanks to the great people at Tide, I got to meet Project Runway’s Tim Gunn, and he said he “loved what I was doing with the red and pink” (I had on a pink skirt with this outfit) and that it “took guts” to pair colors like that and I was really “making it work”. So, don’t let anyone tell you that Lands’ End is not fashionable AND practical!!

We also got to give away Lands’ End gift certificates and pretty pretty Lands’ End earrings and necklaces to some of our fellow BlogHer attendees. Thanks so much to Lands’ End for sponsoring our trip!

I think my favorite thing about BlogHer was of course the PEOPLE!! We met many amazing ladies we’d been dying to meet and had a great time with those we already hang out with in “real life”.

There is so much more to say, but I am a little too brain-dead to say it right now – BUT! Stay tuned this week for more of our adventures from BlogHer!

July 24, 2009July 22, 2009

X-Rated Arm Fat (Revisited)

Emily and I decided while we were at BlogHer, to choose one of our favorite “oldie but goodie” posts to share. This one was originally published by me on July 6, 2007, about two-and-a-half weeks after we started blogging! It’s still one of my favorite funny moments with my son. Enjoy!

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This morning my three-year-old Joshua and I were sitting on the couch. I was doing my makeup and he was playing with the fat on my upper left arm. Just why was he doing that? I can only guess it is because I am and have always been his favorite toy, jungle gym, and entertainment center.

As I applied foundation, he squeezed some of my arm fat between his hands. “Look Mommy! Your arm looks like private parts!” Hmm, just the words every mother longs to hear her son say. I looked over to see what shape he could possibly be creating with my cellulite when he stopped doing it. Perhaps it was the look on my face that made him drop the fat, but I didn’t get a look. But somehow my jiggle reminded him of some type of nudey parts. Greeeeeaaaat. Here’s the ensuing conversation.

Joshua: I’m going to tell Pop! (My father-in-law, who we are going to see tonight.)

Me: No, honey, it’s not nice to talk about private parts. We only talk about them with Mommy or Daddy. (Translation:Please for the love of God do NOT tell my father-in-law that my arm looks like private parts, or anything else that might cause him to call children’s services.)

Joshua: Right. I can tell Mommy or Daddy. Or Pop.

Me: No, honey, NOT Pop.

Joshua: Ok.

I have to stop writing now, so I can go get my 3 lb. hand weights and get these vagina arms into a more arm-like shape!! Apparently blogging is not giving them the workout they need!