I saw Sharpie’s comment and I felt I needed to say something. I am fine. We are all fine. Great actually. i just seem to have zero inclination to write these days.
About two months ago i read an article somewhere blasting bloggers as being self-absorbed navel gazers and it really struck me. Yes, the writer (who/where escapes me right now) was something of a twat waffle. But the whole thing sort of left me with clammy hands and a bad taste in my mouth.
I have changed my blog self as often as my son changes his clothes. And trust me, as the one who does the laundry that is A Lot. It just seems like there are so many important things going on right now and my attention is being pulled in so many directions that admittedly I am not leaving myself much time to write anything down. But here are a few notes from my summer vacation:
- I was enthralled by the Olympics and realized that I officially crossed over into being OLD when I could relate more to the joy/tears/thrill of the parents of the athletes far more than the atheletes themselves. Can you imagine being Michael Phelps mom?
- I wept when fellow Delawarean Joe Biden got the nod for VP. Yes, he speaks too soon and too much sometimes. So do I. And I am OK with that in a VP. I am tired of spin and word-crafting and being programmed by the media. I welcome a few loud gaffes as long as the general direction is correct. And I have had a crush on him since I was a kid My family went to a party and his family was there. It was big family-holiday-season kind of thing at a cousins house. I happened to be sitting near a tray of amazing Italian pastries. He kept coming back to sneak another one and would wink at me and flash that smile each time and make some joke about how many he had. It was my first brush with a “star” and he was actually just a regular guy Dad in a sweater with a sweet tooth. I met his wife too. She was pregnant with their daughter and my mother was sitting chatting with her about pregnancy. I came over to ask my mom something and she introduced us and Jill Biden chatted with me about Christmas vacation and what Christmas shows we liked as if I was a regular adult. Genuinely nice, normal people.
- Michelle Obama is my new imaginary friend and her brother is my new imaginary boyfriend.
- My kids are so damn funny I can’t stand it. I would give you some stories but they are all of the “babycenter message boards” ilk and might make you sick.
- Having my sister move back to Delaware has been such a blessing. It is so nice to see her anytime and to be able to just relax together and not squeeze it in around holidays and travel schedules. And the fact that she is living at the BEACH too is so much icing on the cake I can’t believe it.
- I have fallen off of the Weight Watchers wagon but am trying to get backon. I have gained about 4 pounds. It is so easy to fall back in old habits. Sigh. Deep, deep sigh.
So what is happening at your place?
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Oh my God, I am latching onto the phrase “twat waffle” and not letting go. I can’t believe I’ve gone 30 years without twat waffle in my life. I have to make up for lost time.
Good to see you back. I’ve been pretty unprolific myself. I hear ya about the uneasiness with the whole navel-gazing thing. Sometimes it feels awkward, but then I think that what my blog really is a journal (which is by its nature an exercise in navel-gazing) that a few other people happen to read. In my case, very few. Anyway, it’s not for others as much as it’s for me and eventually for my children. So take that, twat waffles. With a side of syrup.
I’ve just returned from a two-month blogging break (today in fact!), so I can certainly relate. I think we need to do that from time to time.
Nice story about the Bidens. I’m following this election with interest all the way from South Africa and can’t wait to hear what Joe Biden and Bill Clinton will have to say tonight.
Good to hear from you again. And a fellow South African commenting!
Twat Waffle, god I’ve missed you!
Fear not what you write on this blog as it is yours and we all come here to read. Write what you want and the rest can go to hell.
Also, falling off the wagon is OK – no big – don’t beat yourself up. Tomorrow is another day!
Awwww…we’ve missed you! Welcome back!!!
Twins are going to preschool TOMORROW (HOLY HELL!), and I too have fallen off the wagon. Perhaps we could set up a batphone for me to call you and vice versa when the whimsy strikes to steer into a drive thru?
Miss you, sweet lady.
It’s good to see you. I blog because I need to. I have been called a trainwreck and worse but it has been better than any other form of therapy in getting through this.
I can’t find your email address so I thought I’d comment here. I’ve missed your insights and sense of humor, and your camaraderie in the fight against twat waffles. I hope you are well!
Hey Binky – thanks for the shout out. I was just thinking about dusting off the old blog.