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August 30, 2008

How dare John McCain?

How dare John McCain pick a woman who gave birth to a new baby 4 months ago to be his running mate. And how dare Sarah Palin accept?

As a mother, I am horrified to think that she cares so little about her new role as mother to her fifth child that she thinks it is appropriate to run for Vice President. Seriously. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a working mother. I was and am. But I remember the day that I realized that my twins needed me more than I thought they would; the day that I realized that my role as mother was different from any other role that I will play in my entire life. On that day, I was overwhelmed by the fact that my special duties as a mother didn't stop with giving birth. I needed to be 100% emotionally available to my children. We don't understand this until our children teach us this and when they do, we must be prepared to respond.

Perhaps since this is her fifth child, this is old hat for her. Perhaps she can pass her new baby off to her teenage daughters or hired help. Perhaps she is just so amazing that being a mother to 5 and running for Vice President isn't spreading herself too thin. That is her decision to make, I know. But shame on John McCain. Shame on him for not seeing how important being a mother to a newborn is. Shame on John McCain for being so out of touch that he thinks that women will think it is acceptable for this woman to spend the long hours it will take to be Vice President away from her small children.

Frankly, I have often felt that Barack Obama is selfish for being away from his young children as well. At least the Obamas are always talking about how they have a grandmother there to help with their girls. But it still stresses me out that as a father he thinks it is ok to spend that much time away from his young children.

I think that any woman with children will know what I am talking about when I say that the special time that you have with a new baby in that first year is just too important to lose. Being Vice President is not and will not ever replace the time this woman is losing with her children. There is nothing wrong with a woman doing and being anything that she wants to be, but I think there is something wrong with someone who thinks it is ok to put her family through the ugly hell that is an American election. But I suppose we should expect this from a woman who proudly sends her 19 year old son to war. Her values are completely screwed up.

Have we gotten this confused to think that it is ok for anyone to abandon their young children for a job? I'm not talking about regular parents who go to regular 9 to 5 jobs. I am talking about running for Vice President. There is no excuse for any man or woman to involve themselves with running for office when they are already the most important person in the world to a four month old baby. It is just madness.

Even though I am a liberal democrat, I never hated John McCain. But now I know he completely disrespects family and the role of parents, especially mothers. And to those women who are super excited to see that, yes, a woman can do it all! A breast feeding Vice President! People can and do spread themselves too thin. And the people who suffer don't often have the voices to express it.

Because in the end, isn't your family more important than your country? I know mine is.

August 25, 2008

android make-up

The girls have been doing this every day. I set them down to color with their washable markers and I look up a few minutes later to see this:

The funny thing is that I don't wear make up. Never ever had. I don't know anyone who has ever shown the girls make up. We don't watch TV shows where ladies put on make up. I had been trying to figure this out for days. Why they are painting their faces and telling each other how pretty they look. They even started to polish their nails with the markers! Then I saw an episode of Max and Ruby when Ruby is having a pajama party that involves make-up. Awesome. Thanks Max and Ruby.

I actually don't get mad about this, but it does make it hard to go anywhere during the day if I am constantly washing faces and finger nails. I also hate having to control the marker use.

I think the girls usually look like Darryl Hannah in Blade Runner when they do this and this makes me laugh a little.

the ticker returns

The first week went well. My main goal last week was to try to manage my stress rather than my eating. This seems to make more sense to me and worked well.

This month:

Since I gave birth 3 years ago:

August 21, 2008

My 35th year will be a tiny blue egg.

The other night I gave a talk at the Whole Foods as part of the Crafty Discovery Series. This was my second time doing this and it was fun. I spoke about being a professional crafter. This was funny because while I am a professional crafter, I feel like I am still learning. Still trying to figure out how to sustain holiday sales all year long, how to not have to work my part time job. I was glad to be able to talk to people who are still in the beginning stages of building product lines and brands, I feel like I have a lot to offer in that discussion. Last night reminded me how hard it is to have a successful small business, how much work I have done in the past 4 years to get here. It all seems a blur. And I wonder what awesome stuff I can do when the girls go to school, how I will have so much more time! I can't wait. Part of that is learning to silk screen without the Gocco. I feel like I am at this awesome new place.

I turned 35 two days ago. I firmly believe that we should try to reinvent ourselves every 5 years. At 25, Jeff and I had a record label and a zine. We were silly kids with big dreams. At 30, I lost 80 pounds, started this blog and then got pregnant. I am excited to see who I will become at 35.

I think that the best thing that I can do to create the next new me is to learn how to manage my stress. Since I work 18 hour days or so (staying at home, then real work, then craft business, then blogging and podcasting), my stress levels can hit these peaks during the day. Of course, as I have discussed before this makes me eat and thus stay fat and thus get stressed out and it is a circle circle circle.

I have been trying all kinds of weird things to manage my stress. Yesterday I cut my hair. The girls were using washable markers to put on "make up", which ended up making them look like Darryl Hannah in BladeRunner. They just wouldn't listen to my pleas to stop, taking away the markers made them scream and the loud just pushed me to the kitchen. I have learned to choose my battles with them, but then I medicate with Pirate's Booty or cheese. Instead, I told them that I was walking away. And I did. I went to the bathroom with my sewing scissors and cut my hair. I started with about an inch, then another, then another and another. The last time I did this, I was 12 and tired of how long my mother made me keep my hair. It was liberating both times, but kinda stupid because I don't really know how to cut hair and hate actually paying for real haircuts. Oh well. Now I just look slightly more messy than I feel I usually do.

I've had a really good food week. And today my mind feels clear and ready to deal with the girls. I told them this morning that we could go to Target to get new Play Doh. This is an undertaking as I either have to walk them a mile uphill or take them on the Metro. Then there is the shopping with the double stroller with them trying to get out. Then the mile walk home. The only thing I asked them to do was to eat their breakfast. So far, no breakfast eaten. I did switch their morning cereal to organic Fruity Bunnies from Whole Foods, which was a shock to them. They would much rather blueberry pancakes. So, instead of stressing about when we will go to Target, I told them what they needed to do and am now blogging until they comply. If they refuse to listen, they don't go. End of discussion. Once again, I am picking my battles with them and not letting things bother me.

I hope that the self-imposed 5 year personal reinvention will help me stay on track. I feel like I am waiting for an egg to hatch. And that I don't know what will come out or how long it will take. I love this. I love this feeling and this ability to envision a better me. My 35th year will be a tiny blue egg, and the hatched birdy will have the worst haircut ever.

drowning in stock! another sale.

I am gearing up to start making stuff for Crafty Bastards! Hoping to try my hand at "real" silk screening. Wondering when I will have time. To that end, I need to get rid of some of the stock in my house. There is just no room for new stuff. Having another $10 shirt sale. All in stock shirts are $10 until August 25th. If you don't see it in the shop, you can email me. Does not apply to custom orders.

August 19, 2008

anya's thoughts on cows

From Anya who is 3, "Cows have a good butt. Their butts are machines that make milk."

August 18, 2008

all the beanie baby collectors will start to die soon

Like thousands of late to middle aged women, my kids love beanie babies. Lucky for me, I haven't had to actually "buy" many beanie babies. Instead, my mom brings out large bags of bears and dogs and buzzards and lambs and lizards for them to choose from. All packed away with their tags encased in those plastic protectors. Even more, they love the tiny beanie babies that came from MacDonald's at some point. They love to line them all up and talk to them and name them and have school for them and feed them ice cream and create stories about them. Never in my life before I had children would I have thought that these stupid little stuffies would be useful. But they are and it is awesome.

This got me thinking. Beanie baby collectors are dying every single day. Seriously, they are. And what will happen to all of the mint condition friends? Someone totally needs to start a charity where they go and pick up beanie baby collections from grieving relatives and give the little guys to kids all around the world who need toys. Beanie baby collectors need to start adding these things to their wills or do something good for the world and start giving them away to less fortunate children right now!

If only I had time for another project.

And what about the Boyd's Bears? Those bears are far too nice for all the old ladies keeping them on shelves. I wanna be the Robin Hood of teddies and steal from them from the old and give them to the young.

am i ready to complete the great smallening?

Seven day weeks are no good for weight loss.

I find that I am really good, on the mark, eating well, exercising, etc., Monday-Wednesday. Then, Thursday comes and it all goes to hell. I know it really isn't about food of course, it is about stress. So now I know that I can handle stress for about 3 days tops before I break out the cheeseburger therapy.

I have been doing this now for about 3 weeks. Ok, maybe I have been doing this for about a year. Watching myself struggle for days only to fall off the wagon.

Why am I writing this right now? I think I needed to make myself aware of it. Break the pattern, etc. I need to tell myself where I am and where I have been. The girls are three years old now! I weighed 310 pounds the day they were born. I weigh 241 right now. This second. This minute. It is 4:07 and I weigh 241 pounds and this seems acceptable. And this might be my problem. I have my entire life accepted myself and surrounded myself with people who did the same. It is hard to realize that this isn't helping me.

Yes, wait, it does help me do and be all of these awesome things. I am not afraid of failure in any other form of my life. I don't accept failure, I press on and try other things and am in my heart someone who is awesome. But really, I am failing. Every single Thursday when I let stress get to me. I am a failure. And this is something that I need to remind myself every day. No matter how much I get done in a day, momming, podcasting, making stuff, work, I continue to weigh 241 pounds. Well, of course it matters, but it isn't making me win the biggest battle of my life, the one thing that I really need to do for myself.

When I lost the 80 pounds before I got pregnant with the girls, it was a full time job. The project was me. I couldn't do anything else, but think about and fix me. As a mom, now, I don't have that luxury. So I need to accept this and move on and not pretend that it doesn't matter, that is ok to weigh 241 pounds because I am busy or tired or involved in lots of projects.

Tomorrow I turn 35. I am getting old. Both of my parents are diabetics with heart problems. I'm not just beating myself up because I want to be small or pretty or whatever, I need to beat myself up because I don't want to turn into them. Neither of them could walk a mile if they had to. I can't imagine this.

I have in the past felt strange writing about this stuff here. I hate stories of failure and in general am not interested in people who fail. So I guess I wouldn't want to read about the current me. I also reserve this space for stuff about all of my projects. So perhaps by writing about this again, the ME project will finally exist again.

Ok. It's now 4:22 and I am going to go drink some water. If you used to read this blog because you liked to watch someone struggle and lose weight (or were doing so yourself), that topic is back in the mix.

I know that sometimes I sound really anti-fat. Fatist? I don't know. I just know that I am so comfortable in my own skin, with my body, that I am currently so much smaller than I am used to being that I accept being fat too much. 241 is nothing! I know how to weigh 300 pounds! And I think the only way to push myself is to stop accepting it.

One Year of Television Zombies!

TVZ Ep.52: "Season Finales"


This week marks the close of the first year of Television Zombies! The TVZ gang and special guests look back on 52 weeks of podcasting. Also, the news of the week and a discussion of Russell T. Davies' last regular episode of Doctor Who.

Click here to download the episode.

August 14, 2008

i totally need a dress for this troll

This might speak for itself. But I really do need to know why anyone would need a dress AND A HAT for a troll. Do trolls even deserve clothing? In our house, one of our favorite questions is "Mama, how do you kill a troll?" The girls always think of different ways, hammer, sword, their favorite is fire. Yes, we love pretending to kill trolls. So, even my 3 year olds don't want to dress them up! They want to kill kill kill them and get their bridges or gold or whatever they may be keeping in their stinking little homes.

Ok, this one totally looks like my great grandmother:

Anyway.. those just made me really happy today. Not happy enough to ban the murder of trolls in my house, but happy because someone is actually making and selling troll clothing. Awesome.

August 11, 2008

Television Zombies Ep.51: "How Can You Forget a Necrophiliac?"


TVZ Ep.51: "How Can You Forget a Necrophiliac?"

Plagued with technical problems, Episode 51 is finally here! 14 hours in the editing room have brought the patient back from the brink. Oh yeah, we discuss the news of two weeks ago and the penulimate episode of Doctor Who series four. Also, Tina proposes a shocking new television program.

Listen!

We are late with this because it was nearly lost. Also, Jeff was home on vacation and I am working a lot for work.

Soon I will talk about potty training and how, well, it just isn't working.

August 8, 2008

a nice review

A nice review can remind you that you are not crazy.

You know most days that you are not crazy and that the silly things that you do make sense and are worth your time. But some days you feel crazy and trapped in this void where people who wear too much gray look at you like you are insane. This WashingtonPost.com review of my stuff at the DCAC Wall Mountables did this for me yesterday:



Read the whole review here.

August 3, 2008

$10 shirt sale

I'm having a $10 t-shirt sale in my shop. Saying bye bye to old designs and stock!

Interview with Rob Walker

My q&a with Rob Walker is up at the Crafty Bastards blog. He will be discussing his new book, BUYING IN: The Secret Dialogue Between What We Buy and Who We Are, at Politics and Prose on Wednesday, August 6th at 7pm.

Check out the interview! He is smart and cool.

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