Hairy Situation

I did my hair on Wednesday. For those who know me in real life, you’ll know this merits a blog post because I almost never do my hair. This is not an exaggeration. I can count the number of times I did my hair this whole year using less than one whole hand’s worth of fingers.

It’s not that my hair is impossible, per se. From what I’ve been told, my hair is thick and has a lot of body and, with the right tools, can look rather lovely.

The problem is me. Not only do I have very little idea how to style my hair, I have a lethal lack of inclination to do so. I’m a stay at home mom who does housework most of every day, why would I bother to do my hair and try to keep it out of my face every day when I could just throw it up in a ponytail and be done with it?

Even though this remains true, I’ve decided to conquer this particular shortcoming of mine. 2012 is going to be the year I learn how to do my hair.

Why? Well, that’s a complicated question. Why does any woman learn how to make herself look prettier? Because she likes the end result, because she likes the way others feel about the end result, because it self actualizes some inner expectation she has for herself. Sometimes the answer is a combination of all three.

For me, I suppose the answer is that I’m tired of not being able to do this for myself. That and I might be carrying around a teeny tiny daughter, and I want to be able to teach her girly stuff someday if she wants to learn.

I don’t want to be intimidated by doing her hair, or feel like I’m all thumbs when she asks me how to put on foundation or straighten her hair.

I want to feel confident that I can be a resource to her, and help her avoid unfortunate hair mistakes. That is, of course, if she’ll listen to me.

Then again, I could be carrying another boy, in which case this endeavor is somewhat less altruistic and more self indulgent. I mean, I’ll be happier when I feel like I can make myself look as nice as possible, and I think my hair is the last piece of the puzzle.

So. 2012. This will be the year I learn to do my hair. And possibly publish another novel. And finish my zombie apocalypse novel. And have another baby.

It’s gonna be a good year.

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Come On Down!

This post almost didn’t happen because I inadvertently feel asleep before I could reach for my laptop. I snoozed my productive afternoon hours away, and when I woke up I was afflicted with the Dreaded Post-Nap Lethargy and thought sitting on the couch sounded like more fun than, y’know, doing my job.

But sitting there wasn’t an option because even though I’m in possession of a stack of my own books, the people who entered my giveaway do not have a stack of my books, and are probably excited to find out who won a copy.

You would be so proud of me. Foggy-headed step by foggy-headed step I crossed the kitchen, unplugged my laptop, and then made a list of the people who entered, taking into account how many times they entered (people who were existing Facebook fans got an additional entry, etc.).

Then, I went to Random.org and let them pick the number. Out of 6 entrants, there were 13 entries total and Random.org picked number…

8

Congrats, number 8! Your real name is Daniel Siegel! I’ll send you an email in a couple minutes to get your address and then ship your book out to you as soon as I can.

For everyone else who entered, thank you for wanting to win my book in the first place. That probably sounds dumb, but the fact that you took time out of your day to enter to win my book warms my little author heart all the way down to its gooey center. I’ll do another giveaway soon.

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A Giveaway For the Ages

You could win your very own copy to photograph in weird places!

Now that the first trimester of pregnancy has loosed its clutches on me a wee bit, I feel well enough to offer to go to the post office for you. In fact, not only do I feel well enough to go to the post office, I could even stand to sign my name first, and then go to the post office.

How nice am I, right?!

Especially considering I’m reading Jen Lancaster‘s book If You Were Here and having trouble tearing myself away from it long enough to do anything else. Like, you know, showering, feeding my child, laundry. The stuff I’m supposed to be doing.

So what am I saying? I’m saying I’d like to do a giveaway. I’d like to send you a free book. And not just any free book, the very book I wrote with my own two index fingers! (I don’t type properly, I’m the fastest hunt-and-pecker you’ve ever met)

This giveaway comes just in time for the holidays, so you can re-gift it to your heart’s content! Just think of it as a free gift to bring to a gift exchange, or even an easy gift to give to any gamers you might know.

The best part? All you have to do to enter is leave a comment. It can be a one word comment, or even just an exclamation point. Shoot, it can be a copy-and-pasted preamble to the Constitution for all I care. Just leave a comment, and you’re entered to win.

Additional ways to enter:

  • “Like” my author page on Facebook (and leave a comment letting me know you did)
  • “Follow” me on Twitter (again with the letting me know you did thing)
  • Tweet/Facebook about the giveaway (do I even need to be redundant about letting me know about this?)
  • Blog about the giveaway (this one’s worth two entries just by itself)
So that’s it. Five different ways to enter to win a free book. You have 48 hours. Get cracking!

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Rent Wars

When Wes and I decided to jump ship from home ownership to renters, we knew we were taking a bit of a gamble. Home ownership is as permanent as you can get, really, where renting a home makes your living arrangement subject to the whims of your landlord.

Still, knowing the risk, we decided to give it a whirl. We knew we’d be paying far less in rent than we’d ever be able to pay for the mortgage of a comparable house, plus, renting has a lot of appeal.

For example, repairs. When the heat exchanger on our furnace broke and it was a $1200 repair, guess who didn’t have to pay for it! And when the motor seal on the garbage disposal broke and the disposal had to be replaced? Guess who was really happy to not have to pony up the funds to do so!

I’ll admit, it’s lovely not having to pay for that stuff. We get to live in a house that’s gorgeous, in a neighborhood we love, and we don’t have to worry about any of the headaches that accompany that privilege.

Equity? Whatever. Roof maintenance? Meh. HOA dues? Not my problem.

The only fly in the lovely rental ointment is our lease renewal. Our lease is up in January and we’ve been discussing lease renewal with our landlord for a couple months. He made it no secret that he wanted to charge us more in rent per month, but had yet to land on a definitive number.

Until Wednesday. When he sent us an email saying he wanted to charge us a lot more per month. Like, an 18% increase on our existing rent. Too much!

Wes came to our rescue and talked our landlord down to a rent we can all agree on. It’s still more than we’ve been paying, but not such an increase that it makes me choke on my Cheerios.

So, all’s well. For another year. When we might well have to do this whole rigamarole all over again.

Still, when I think about paying for maintenance crap, I still think renting is awesome. And when I think about not having to move for another year? I like it even more!

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On My Recent Reticence

Longtime readers of my blog may have noticed I’m a bit more reticent about writing about my family life than I’ve ever been before. Back when Aidan was born, this could even have been considered a Mommy Blog for the overwhelming majority of posts that were focused on what my experience of motherhood was like.

And now, those posts are gone. Well, not gone per se but hidden. Private. They’re still stored on my blog, and I read them often, but I’ve decided to scale back on my self disclosure a bit. And it’s all my book’s fault.

When PWNED got published, I had to start working on my marketing months ahead of time. I knew my blog would be part of what publishing industry people call my “platform” and I had to give some serious thought to what was disclosed there.

If the book did well, and I was optimistic it would, my site had the potential of having hundreds of new visitors, many of whom I’d never met. I had to ask myself, how much did I want to share with total strangers?

I think this is a decision every blogger needs to make: How much to disclose, and about what. For example, I will happily share an embarrassing story about myself, but probably wouldn’t if it happened to my husband.

The funny thing is, I always knew there were people reading my blog whom I’d never met personally, but that never bothered me because I’m a tiny little blog in a vast sea of blogs and I was pretty sure no one cared all that much.

Now, though, strangers are visiting my blog (hello, there!) to find out more about me as a writer, and it’s my job to determine how much about my life they’re entitled to know.

So, I hid a lot of posts. About 200, in fact. In the grand scheme of 700 posts they probably won’t be missed. Unless you know what you’re looking for.

I just didn’t want Aidan to grow up someday resenting me for making it public knowledge that he did X, Y, or Z when he was growing up. I want him to make his own decision about how much of his life, if anything, he shares with the Internet.

So that’s why I’m a lot more reticent about my family now than I’ve made a habit of being in the past. It probably makes for less mommy-centric reading, and if that’s why you were reading this blog in the first place I apologize, but it’s what I felt was in my family’s best interest.

Now I just have to figure out what else I have that’s worth saying. How about that recent major sporting event?

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