tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32729642011-12-14T15:02:29.729-08:00I am....woman, single mother, entrepreneur, friend .......... not always in that orderAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-77241264572072471332010-12-24T19:24:00.000-08:002010-12-24T19:24:16.404-08:00....celebrating Christmas.
So, here it is. Our first Christmas where one of us has a truly, live in, significant other. And, it's good. Seriously, very good. We planned to go to the zoo (Kids+Me+Ex), which is our family tradition when it's ridiculously nice outside on Christmas (bad weather = museum). But, his girlfriend got off early so instead of the four of us, it turned into Kids+Me+ExAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1601990347424297182010-09-27T17:14:00.000-07:002010-09-27T17:14:16.791-07:00...thinking about complicated family dynamics.
The ex is, officially, settled down again. And, it's been fantastic. He's met this girl that's a perfect match for him and it's made life about 1000 times easier for me. Selfishly, I hope they end up getting married so she can take care of him forever. The kids like her and they really like her three kids, plus she makes sure there's food in Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-25080697356081258262010-01-31T06:32:00.000-08:002010-01-31T06:32:31.437-08:00...eliminating soy.
Total change of topic from anything that I've written about before, but it's become a fairly central part to my existance as of late.
Eleven years ago when I was pregnant with my son I stopped drinking milk and switched to soy milk exclusively. Struggling to lose the weight I'd gained with kid #2, I began trying to focus on "healthy" protiens like soy smoothies after a Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-69590314407761296802010-01-20T20:56:00.000-08:002010-01-20T20:56:25.836-08:00
...reversing roles.
My son's a Cub Scout. This, traditionally, is a father/son activity. Has been forever. Will be forever. But, in our family, it's not. Scouting just isn't something Steve's into. And that's fine. Our troop is made up of some incredible parents (moms and dads alike) that don't make Connor feel bad at all that his mom is more involved than his dad in scouting.
And so, tonight Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-2428695415955523162010-01-16T18:00:00.000-08:002010-01-16T18:00:11.153-08:00...thinking.
We made it through the holidays and no one lost a limb, their eyes or their temper. It was a great Christmas even though there was too much time with the ex. We do the somewhat messed up post-divorce thing of getting together as a group. This year included my ex-in-laws, my grandpa, my parents, the ex and our kids for Christmas dinner (where I rocked the lobster bisque...btw.)
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-48717166970754244122009-12-17T19:35:00.000-08:002009-12-17T19:35:13.588-08:00...contemplative.
Lately my posts have started to get repetitive. I've not been very impressed with my ex-husband and his drama and bad decision filled life and have found his negative attitude and general crankiness seeping into my world. Enough of that. He will live his life. I will live mine. The kids will live with me (mostly) and they will continue to achieve and do well because I willAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-7539428015108495992009-11-05T23:03:00.000-08:002009-11-13T06:05:07.992-08:00...still connected.
I know most weeks/months haven't been great lately with the ex, but this week, when life really blew because of some stressful exended family shit, he was pretty amazing. Or, maybe he was just being what he should be always. Either way, I'd like it to continue even when life doesn't suck.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-23131391153940866312009-10-31T18:54:00.000-07:002009-10-31T18:54:40.565-07:00...handing out candy.
In what has become another post-divorce tradition, I'm sitting in my house handing out candy while the ex supervises the trick or treating. I'm guessing this may be the last year as the kids are starting to gravitate towards partying with their friends but wanted one more year. And, I'm glad. It's time to move away from some of the forced "family" togetherness that we Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-25498425311743854432009-10-09T20:14:00.000-07:002009-10-09T20:37:15.527-07:00...very relieved.
Many months ago I had my first post-divorce relationship. It was fun while it lasted. It wasn't a forever thing, but it was as close as I've come. I recently found out that this lover is getting married. At first, I was shocked. He's not quite divorced yet. But wow, it's weird to me to think that people can move from lifetime commitment to lifetime commitment quickly. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-50182448974992622752009-09-09T20:07:00.000-07:002009-09-09T20:07:43.054-07:00...celebrating, in a way.
Many, many years ago I got married and two years ago I got divorced. Both were the best decisions I've made in my life. My marriage brought me my kids and my divorce gave me the freedom, energy and happiness to get to know my kids better.
It's not a journey I'd wish on anyone. Divorce is hard and really doesn't get a whole lot easier. But, on the 10th of every Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-85424065770762300612009-08-10T20:33:00.000-07:002009-08-10T20:40:36.168-07:00...fervent, grand, energetic, noble, and replete with feeling; often also humorous and sportive, occasionally even eccentric, but always intellectual; sometimes gloomy, yet never effeminately elegant, or whiningly sentimental. (This acutally was used by Czerny to describe Beethoven's works, but I think it sounds like me.)Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-50389107375241591732009-08-01T17:21:00.001-07:002009-08-01T17:22:48.877-07:00...wanting a roommate.Well, not really. But after spending a weekend hanging chandeliers, moving furniture and doing yardwork, maybe what I really want is a man. The last man that lived in my house didn't really like doing any of those things. So, maybe I should just find someone that in exchange for cheap rent of my basement wants to update my house. That would be just sweet.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-84371033173053564122009-05-10T20:29:00.000-07:002009-05-10T20:33:33.963-07:00...mom.Each mother's day that passes I think, "maybe this will be the year that my kids aren't as into this day, and we'll just move on." I know this because there are very few mother's days that I remember from when I was a kid, which probably means I didn't do anything big and exciting for my own mother. And my mom deserved, deserves, big things. She is a tireless inspiration for me as a Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-7205132030129896672009-04-21T22:06:00.000-07:002009-04-21T22:21:02.067-07:00...fundraising....My Alberta Einsteins are headed to Global Finals for Destination Imagination and we have to raise $8K in the next 3 weeks. We're making progress (creeping up on that first $1000 raised). (Here’s our fundraising email that’s going around…) Because there’s just not time to throw a party, bake a cake, sell a magazine or auction off items. We’re just flat out begging. If you’re Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-15062615368472411712009-02-08T19:52:00.000-08:002009-02-08T19:56:07.081-08:00...reappearing.I disappeared three months ago when I found myself dating a great guy. I write about this here, and not at Self Inflicted Blind Dating, because this one was actually a relationship. And, a good one at that. I speak about it in past tense because, well, it's over. I ended it. I think I made the right decision. I feel very confident in the decision, in fact. But, you never Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-39601790536785960532008-11-30T21:58:00.000-08:002008-11-30T22:12:05.677-08:00....losing my faith in humanity.Thanksgiving has to be one of my favorite holidays. I love preparing all of the food and letting a few people help out with the side dishes. I love gathering my family and random friends and acquaintences around and providing for them. It, to me, is the kickoff of a truly joyful time of year. I try to avoid being caught up in the commercialism of the whole Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-9911636697888130182008-11-24T20:56:00.000-08:002008-11-24T21:02:15.788-08:00...thankful.For friends present who support me in all that I do. For friends past who remind me of pleasant memories and life lessons. For family that challenges and amazes. For children that validate my very existence.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-24123869678817477182008-11-03T20:32:00.000-08:002008-11-03T21:02:36.240-08:00...voting and a little annoyed.I'll admit it. In a week/month/year where it's become vilified to be identified as anything close to conservative I hesitate to even bring any of this up, but here goes. I voted early and I'm thrilled that, even early, there was a line. I love that Americans are getting involved and exercising their right to vote. Without that right, without that freedom, who would Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-91280606459436619212008-10-30T19:52:00.001-07:002008-10-30T19:55:02.774-07:00...writing.More than anything I like to laugh. At myself. At my children. At others. Lately I've found myself laughing at the state of dating in the universe. So, I started writing it down - thinking I'll post a bit of blogger wisdom at selfinflictedblinddating.blogspot.com. I think I'm also going to hit up my girlfriends for some of their great dating stories. Maybe my guy friends - Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-33873779416460233892008-09-22T19:53:00.000-07:002008-09-22T20:01:21.269-07:00...dating. Dating was something I never really planned to have to do in my 30s. Dating was something my single friends had to put up with. I enjoyed hearing about their escapades and their dalliances, but, I'll have to admit, I was always secretly happy that I didn't have to go there. I met my ex when I was 18 and we were destined to be together forever and become two old people sitting on a Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-2420225524715334612008-09-16T22:41:00.000-07:002008-09-16T22:46:58.991-07:00praying...I'm not a churchy person. I was raised with a rather non-traditional approach to religion. Born and baptized in the Methodist church. Parents (and later I) converted to the Baha'i Faith in my early adolesence. Converted to Catholicism to marry my ex-husband due to his parents intolerance of all things not Catholic (bad idea, yes, I know). So, I approach organized religion with a Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-66649971502619311982008-09-15T20:16:00.000-07:002008-09-15T20:20:46.855-07:00Anniversaries. Hallmark doesn't make a card for the one year celebration of a divorce. I think maybe they should. All in all, with a few minor speedbumps along the way (well, a couple major, but they're in the past) Steve and I survived our first year of being divorced. Talking with the kids, it definitely seems like they're doing okay with it all. They have a much happier mom now and I knowAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-91243383860723055002008-04-16T14:56:00.000-07:002008-04-16T14:59:44.450-07:00wondering...does shared hatred equal friendship? Or, at least my dear daughter wondered this yesterday. I questioned her to see if something was going on at school between friends. She said, "No, I'm thinking a little more globally than personally. If two people hate the same thing, are they friends?" I think that true friendship is based on sharing genuine emotions. I don't think hatred Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-67967588549109157482008-03-04T22:12:00.000-08:002008-03-04T22:15:48.625-08:00Identity Crisis...As many of you who read this know, I changed my name back to my maiden name. I have always preferred Myers to Mudd and often regretted changing my name in the first place. However, now my name is Andrea Myers used to be Mudd or Andrea Myers mom of Tori and/or Connor Mudd. It definitely didn't simplify anything except the fact that I don't necessarily have to be Andrea Mudd YesAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-42706051147950222242008-01-18T21:54:00.001-08:002008-01-18T22:05:21.574-08:00Marginally better...I haven't been this sick in a long time. "Maybe ever!", says my mother. And, she may be right. After nearly 48 hours of a fever I started hallucinating. Which, I suppose could have been fun. However, the kids arrived home from school yesterday to a mom who couldn't really form sentences, had a hard time standing and definitely couldn't make dinner. Lucky for me, they're Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-7124241400600650352008-01-15T15:48:00.000-08:002008-01-15T15:52:10.471-08:00Sick.....And here it is. A time I might actually miss being married. I'm miserable. I have the chills, I have a fever, I'm coughing up both my left lung and my right. I think decapatation would be a fantastic improvement. However, I don't have the luxury of just going to bed. Tori has her school play. Steve has basketball tonight and thus did the afternoon show, plus we're divorced! He Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-85241115226175656392008-01-08T22:22:00.000-08:002008-01-08T22:36:30.303-08:00The hamster died. It actually died the day after my last rant. Tori was remarkably okay with it. She held it, put it gently in a box and when I asked her if she wanted to write it a note she said "Mom, even if he was still alive he couldn't read, so what's the point." Ahhh, I've raised my clone. There weren't many tears, it was mostly logic and as she pointed out, I did everything I could toAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-89320219418478522672007-12-14T09:09:00.000-08:002007-12-14T09:11:26.619-08:002:00 - 4:00 this morning.I was awake…we thought Tori’s hamster was dying last night (shaking constantly, not opening its eyes, ears down, red nose, couldn’t walk, back leg was all screwy...) and she was pretty hysterical. We thought maybe he fell (he’s been climbing up his water bottle and then hanging upside down on the lid). I guess injured hamsters don’t drink (probably because they know they’Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1162877741051126482006-11-06T21:34:00.000-08:002006-11-06T21:35:41.060-08:00Launched. In a mere 93 minutes Seclusion will officially launch on DVD nationwide. I can't decide whether to cheer or cry. If you're in Denver on Sunday, November 12th, come to our DVD Launch Party/Colorado Premiere at The Oriental Theater. We'd love to see you. Tickets can be purchased at www.theorientaltheater.com.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1161884398209121012006-10-26T10:36:00.000-07:002006-10-26T10:39:58.220-07:00Done. The first year of law school culminated this week with a seven hour exam in LA. It was a pleasure to meet classmates - who I've only ever chatted with online. We're all self-motivated, adult-onset ADD geeks. Doug should be sending me a picture....And now I'm taking two whole days to decompress before I head home to my family, the movie, work....Staring out at the expansive ocean and Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1161007223969260572006-10-16T06:57:00.000-07:002006-10-16T07:00:23.970-07:00Premiered!Last weekend we had the honor of being invited to participate in the Spotlight Nebraska Film Festival at the Midwest Theater in Scottsbluff. I grew up in the Scottsbluff/Gering community and this theater is just amazing. Seclusion only has DVD distribution so the possibility of us seeing it on a big screen was quite limited. But, it looked great, the crowd was great (albeit small) Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1159280383080961662006-09-26T07:10:00.000-07:002006-10-12T13:48:22.303-07:00Changed jobs again. Now instead of working at a law firm/producing a movie/going to law school/raising two children, I'm working as a real estate marketing director/going to law school/producing a movie/raising two children. Better hours. More challenges. Closer to home. More time to help promote the film that's released on November 7th. More time to exercise. More time to study. More Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1157986266826867952006-09-11T07:35:00.000-07:002006-09-16T20:56:10.033-07:00Remembering.Five years ago today it was very hard to be a mother. I don't think I'm alone in that sentiment. My daughter, then three years old, watched the second plane fly into the towers live. She was trying to find Arthur. Thankfully, she doesn't have any real memory of that moment. I didn't have the words to answer her question, "Why'd the plane fly into the building?" I'm not sure I Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1156309660185647342006-08-22T22:03:00.000-07:002006-08-22T22:12:38.556-07:00Going in a million directions.We did it! After several years of work, three weeks of filming, 600 eggs, 63 cases of water, two car wrecks, an amazing crew of 25 talented individuals, the help or support of every person that's receiving this email and a whole bunch of credit cards, we can happily announce that Seclusion has a distribution deal and will be available on DVD November 7th and is Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1148327832940445012006-05-22T11:57:00.000-07:002006-05-22T12:57:13.023-07:00Changing position. Three weeks after the last post I interviewed for and accepted a job at Holland & Hart working in the Estates and Wealth Transfer group. To say the least, moving from a full-time flexible/at-home career to a full-time/traditional office job has been an interesting transition. It's as if I was a clown spinning several plates before and now I'm a clown riding a unicycle and Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1137104639455187492006-01-12T14:18:00.000-08:002006-01-12T14:26:44.586-08:00Clarity. It's an interesting experience and one that I haven't had for many years. I think I like it.I've finally figured out how to articulate my law school experience to those that believe brick and mortar is the only way to go. Here's the deal: I will never take anything away from a traditional law school experience. I will even concur that it's probably the best way to go. However, when Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1135280793449454992005-12-22T11:32:00.000-08:002005-12-22T11:46:33.460-08:00Sitting in the Sound Deign Studio for Seclusion. We're working with Mark Derryberry of Derryberry Audio Inc. and so far, this has been a pretty cool experience. I still have issues with the blind support of a husband I'm not always into blindly supporting but I've had a few epiphanies lately. Will share more as they begin to fall out, but they're happening. Even with our last fairly few Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1133404199106955402005-11-30T18:23:00.000-08:002005-11-30T18:29:59.116-08:00Sitting in class. Currently I'm listening to my professor reread all of the comments surrounding Revocation and Acceptance of Contract Offers. I should be paying better attention, but this is one of the downsides to virtual education. My professor, unless he reads this in the future, has no idea that I'm only half listening to him. Update on Law School. It's often challenging to fit the Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1130170088950099202005-10-24T08:57:00.000-07:002005-11-06T12:38:28.876-08:00Putting myself last. It seems ridiculous, but all mothers do it. I've never been one to head to a doctor's office without threat of bodily harm or injury, but last year I saw two family members, both young mothers, die of cancer and I've begun to wonder....Did they put themselves last too?Many times, as mothers, we take our kids to annual appointments, practices, lessons and the like. We make Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1128977710041420542005-10-10T13:46:00.000-07:002005-10-10T13:58:49.423-07:00Snow. A reminder that winter is near and the hectic holiday season is beckoning. Challenges this year will be with time and money. Time, because law school is as demanding as I thought it would be and money because the movie still hasn't sold. Which sucks.The rough cut and trailer are done and look great, but I don't care. I no longer want to be Queen of Supportive Wives (as I was portrayed in Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1124740091566825482005-08-22T12:42:00.000-07:002005-08-22T12:48:11.570-07:00I'm back. Summer is officially over and we embark on yet another school year. I actually heard parents today lamenting that school doesn't start until after Labor Day. I disagree. It seems that fall activities don't start until after Labor Day so this window of August 18th through September 6th is really a total "me" time. I love it.Speaking of September 6th - law school becons. I'll be Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1119589495341651722005-06-23T22:02:00.000-07:002005-06-23T22:04:55.346-07:00Sitting on set at Steve's movie right now. I can't decide if it sucks worse than anything I've ever experienced or if this is going to be a defining time in our marriage and I need to enjoy the moment. His management style is frustrating - too laid back for most to understand. He has this basic ability to piss people off by saying nothing, which is a talent I have yet to master. I say too muchAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1108484818562504462005-02-15T08:24:00.000-08:002005-02-15T08:26:58.563-08:00Why it takes two....I have the utmost respect for single mothers. I don't know how they do it. Sick this a.m. - have no memory of the kids breakfast/getting dressed/backpacks/lunches/bus stop/teeth brushing/face washing (not all in that order) because Steve did it all. And, he called my students to let them know I was sick and would reschedule. I realize yesterday was Valentine's day, but he Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1104896285888598682005-01-04T19:26:00.000-08:002005-01-04T19:43:12.606-08:00SPAM - the other white meat
I, seriously, can not think of anything more annoying to me at this very moment than spam. Not the disgusting pink concoction in the blue tin (sadly, if I know what it looks like it must mean that I've eaten it at some point in my life???) but the emails that imply that I'm fat, sexually frustrated, broke and in need of more life insurance. My website host, XO, is Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1103124078815879892004-12-15T07:21:00.000-08:002004-12-15T07:21:18.816-08:00Virtually anywhere Now I can post my thoughts, my wishes, my innermost secrets from anywhere. Just think. I could be checking out a book in the library and decide to share my thoughts about the woman who looked like a Fraggle who was in line ahead of me and I wouldn't have to wait to get home! Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1103085706484547692004-12-14T20:40:00.000-08:002004-12-14T20:41:46.483-08:002800 vs. 560. I talk too much. Or when I write, I'm not as concise as maybe I should be. You see, dear hubby (check out his blog securitythreatfilms.blogspot.com) gets his thoughts whittled down to 560 words. I'm at 2800. Ridiculous.
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1102541339167492082004-12-08T13:19:00.000-08:002004-12-08T13:28:59.166-08:00Another hat. Yes, it's true. Now that I have 30 piano students and both kids are in school full-time, I'm bored. It's not that I have nothing to do during the 8 hours that they're gone, it's just that the stuff I have to do is laundry and other such household crap that I don't enjoy. So, what do I do? I add another project.
I'm quite excited about this one. I'll be doing some freelance editing Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1082561323014167252004-04-21T08:28:00.000-07:002004-04-21T08:31:40.950-07:00I think writing every few months is not frequent enough. For now, this blog is primarily so I can chronicle the phases of my professional life and my motherhood joys and challenges - the possibility of public promotion of this juggling act seems quite likely. The question remains on my plate: what to do next? Relaunching Getamom.com, Inc. seems like the likely next step. I've relaunched my Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1070499798649542802003-12-03T17:03:00.000-08:002003-12-03T17:03:57.763-08:00Holy Cow - I swore I would be vigilant about communications in my 28th year of life. However, I've stopped communicating with the electronic world. In my previous project I answered 200 emails a day (it felt like 2000 some days!). So, I cut it off. Nearly cold turkey. It's odd to answer 2 a day (on a busy day). So, if you've been trying to email me lately. Sorry. I've been disconnected Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-1059516870376098242003-07-29T15:14:00.000-07:002003-07-29T15:14:30.416-07:00Tomorrow is my birthday. 28 big smackaroos. What an idiotic sentence. It really is one of the more emotional birthdays I think I've had. Why? Could it be because I just attended my 10 year high school reunion and now am thinking back on the last ten years and reflecting on all that's happened? Is it because in 28 more years I'll be 56? An age I haven't even seen my own parents reach?
Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-881667762003-01-28T10:15:00.000-08:002003-01-28T10:15:55.780-08:00In reviewing my rantings, I'm realizing that I've left my son and his antics out of many of these posts. Why? Because I can't post every day - or I might as well just write a book. Should I write a book?
I reviewed schools for kindergarten last week. Both public and private. And, after careful consideration of all the possible things that will affect our children - we're going with the Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-876149672003-01-17T16:00:00.000-08:002003-01-17T16:00:16.200-08:00Okay, so I'm having another "yesterday my daughter" moment. Yesterday my daughter had her five year old physical - unbelievable in its own right, but, I came to a rather startling realization. For as "modern" as I would have my relationship with my dear husband - it hit me in the face about our division of parenting roles when I was asked to sign the final release form for immunizations and allAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-872054452003-01-09T22:03:00.000-08:002003-01-09T22:12:25.000-08:00I am.... being asked to nominate myself for an award. National Association of Female Executives, Rising Star. Not since applying for college have I had to fill out this much self-appreciation. And, it's not that I don't appreciate myself or what I've done, it's just that I'm so busy doing it that I don't have time to stop and say "Now, how did I get here? And, is this a good story to share Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-848189592002-11-20T07:47:00.000-08:002002-11-20T07:47:39.300-08:00Yesterday my daughter got hit in the face by another little boy. The boy was taken home early and I was called at work. This rattled me more than I ever anticipated. Today, when I got to school I was met by the academic director who escorted me to Tori's classroom. When we got there the boy was sitting by the door waiting for Tori and I with two letters. One to Tori, the other to us. They Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-847187102002-11-18T11:01:00.000-08:002002-11-18T11:12:36.000-08:00Automatic Locks: And other things that make working from home a challenge.
By a slightly stressed out mom.
I love Mondays. No really, I do. It’s the beginning of another wild and crazy week and I love to be wild and crazy. However, this morning, I screwed up. I went to the gym at 5 a.m. and because I was incredibly sleepy just grabbed the keys that were on the counter. I neglected to Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-99498902002-02-20T20:31:00.000-08:002002-02-20T20:31:09.390-08:00confused.
So, when deciding on a neighborhood to move to what should be taken into consideration? Should the feeling of a home that is completely unique to you have consideration over the accesibility to A+ pre-schools and elementary schools? For the next 16 years is our home and space going to be dictated by the fact that there are no fantastic schools in the neighborhoods that we like?
ThisAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-93981432002-02-05T05:36:00.000-08:002002-02-05T05:36:44.460-08:00Okay, so last week flew by like crazy. I am ready for a more regular schedule, these house showings are driving me a bit mad as I not only have to leave my home (which doesn't bother me in the least), but I also have to leave work. I need a wireless connection to the Internet and then I could be productive.
Really, nothing to say. I love Tuesdays nearly as much as Thursdays so we'll see if Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-90016632002-01-24T05:55:00.000-08:002002-01-24T05:55:04.373-08:00It's THURSDAY! Which means that from 9:30 - 6:30 I am a traditional full-time working mommy. With the 1/2 hour break of taking my kids from preschool to Grandmas. I love Thursdays. In fact, all of my meetings are on Thursdays so we're considering a part-time nanny that comes Thursday nights.
I do wonder if I would love them as much if they were sandwiched between the same exact schedule on Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-89314552002-01-22T05:45:00.000-08:002002-01-22T05:45:46.990-08:00I am - energized. We are seeing progress on our home sale, I'm solidifying the incarnation of Flexible Alternatives - the parent company, so to speak, to Getamom and Getadad. Forward motion!
Point of notice - at 5:30 in the morning the only people on the road, besides those of us heading to the gym, are the men and women that are in the service industries. Gross generaliztion, sure. But, Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-87172952002-01-15T09:32:00.000-08:002002-01-15T09:37:13.000-08:00I am toeing the line between mommy
and executive today in public and it's quite a kick. Asked by my daughter's
teacher if I would be attending school pictures to "help my kids keep from
melting down" this week, I informed them that "no, I have an important
meeting that cannot be rescheduled". Looks of amazement abound! What!
I'm not just running to the grocery store during their day care hours? Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-86134982002-01-11T16:47:00.000-08:002002-01-11T16:55:29.000-08:00Friday afternoons are insane. For some insane reason I think that taking this day for just uninterrupted kid time is a great idea. But, by the end of the day I resent the times I told them no, sent them to their rooms, and basically ignored them for the equivalent time that they would have been in day care being stimulated, entertained, etc. Of course, we did bake cookies (which I would not Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-85655532002-01-10T06:10:00.000-08:002002-01-10T06:10:57.886-08:00Whew - holidays, birthdays, etc. are over and it's time to move on with my life. For some god forsaken reason people were wishing today was going to be a snow day and schools would be cancelled. What kind of nutcases are these!! I've just had two entire week's vacation with my children home from school. I need to work! If not because there are a million things piling up on my plate but just Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272964.post-85147502002-01-08T10:06:00.000-08:002002-01-08T10:16:22.000-08:00Greetings and welcome to my blogg. My dearest husband, Steve, convinced me that I needed to use this venue as my own, very non-private journal describing the challenges of being a CEO, mommy of two and wife to a marketing professional/screenwriter. Readers beware, I refuse to not capitalize my words and for the most part things will be spelled correctly.
So, if you're on my website and Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046412580542044105noreply@blogger.com0