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January 2011

Conference Confusion Syndrome

    A conversation with my frontal lobe after two days in a conference mega-complex. Mega meaning five restaurants, acres of “covered” gardens (aka TERRARIUM), and hundreds of Sherwin-William guys. Hello? You. Brain. What comes before Imig? A. Yes. You, A. Imig. Go get some air. Walk around the perimeter again. The outside perimeter. Walk past the palm trees, take that bridge under the covered bridge, take a right at the waterfall, nod to the unmanned boat—keep walking past the gazebo. You’ll know you’re real-outside when the temperature drops 30 degrees and all you can see is… Read More »Conference Confusion Syndrome

    Brene Brown and Little Miss Perfect

      Three weeks ago I heard the name “Brene Brown” for the first time. As I sat over my mayo salad sandwich, I doubted my work-life balance, beat myself up as a mother, and followed it up with “privileged problems” self-criticism. My lunch mate Beth recommend a book called The Gifts of Imperfection. She bought the book after seeing the author, Brene Brown, speak at a conference. I smiled, thinking “but I’ve tackled my perfectionism” and the next moment chided myself for the failure to attend such conferences in order to maintain my social work license… Read More »Brene Brown and Little Miss Perfect

      PET QUIZ! BLOGHER! AUDITIONS!

        1. You are cordially invited over to Marinka’s where I am guest posting.Take my PET QUIZ! 2. Thank you to BlogHer for syndicating my Monday Morning Flow Chart! 3. Madison auditions for LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER have been announced! 3.5-3.75 Use exclamation points sparingly and have a great weekend!!!

        UNNannies

          I take requests Popping back in–hellooooooooooo there–to invite you over to Aiming Low to read my first column “UnNannies.” While you’re there, catch up on your horoscope and do some advanced eulogy planning. Why not? I also want to thank Vodka Mom for having me over last week. I was so busy learning Danke Schoen on my accordion that I plum forgot. Thanks again, Ms. Vodka! Happy Tuesday, Amigos!

          January: Maniac Monday

            I have a thing about Mondays. I don’t get all Ziggy-pull-the-covers-over-his-head “Mondays are the potholes in the road of life” poster about it. I get a little manic. If 0 equals asleep and 100 equals Susan Powter, on a typical Monday I rank somewhere around running-in-place-Maniac-legs from Flashdance. Then again, maybe Maniac-Flashdance-Legs is my baseline, bringing my first Monday in January mania to Sally O’Malley levels. Monday mornings find me trying to tic everything off the week’s to-do list: Make all phone calls, return all emails, meal plan, and spend at least fifteen minutes practicing… Read More »January: Maniac Monday