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30 days hath September, April, June and, mercifully, November

30 November, 2006
Posted in: Reading etc.

Today is the last day of NaBlPoMo and to celebrate I am going to list my favourites here in one place – rejoice. And yes, I know, you’ve seen most of this already, your point? If you have kindly commented here in the past month and I have not replied to you, it’s not that I’m ignoring you, (are you mad?) it’s just that all my energy has been sucked up by writing a new post every day; no sniggering, it’s harder than you might think. I have great hopes for December so hold your breath.

ex20six

20six was my first internet home and I loved it but it revamped and I left in a huff and so did some others.


Bobble

Bobble is a photographer. Her photos would pin your ears back. They are spectacular. Her blog is an insight into a sophisticated London world of banking, post office fraud (not by her, you understand) and mature students.

Let there be another leaf

Marvellous Norah. The woman who made dull office working into art. Funny art. She is a mother now and not working in an office. This is good. It has cut down on her posting. This is bad. But it looks to me like she’s gearing up to get going again.

Don’t mention the skiing

Heather was the winner of this year’s Swiss blog award. In fairness to the Swiss, this would appear to show them as open minded as Heather’s blog features, in hilarious detail, her attempts to settle in and learn Swiss German. The woman who found humour in Switzerland. Also, she posts, sometimes, about her family history and those entries are fascinating, inspiring and beautifully written. As, indeed, are the comments on the Swiss. Well, perhaps not inspiring, particularly not, if you’re thinking of moving to Switzerland.

Minkleberry

Minks is a friend of Jojo’s (of whom more anon, be patient) and that’s why I went to look at her blog. There she was doing some exciting foodie job and, it seemed to me, having a great time. But she jacked it all in to stay at home with her two children (both of whom were born online, if you see what I mean). I am lost in admiration. She is inspiring about childrearing and it is extraordinary to see her dealing with all her crises with aplomb (including nearly dying in childbirth). And yes, of course, she’s very funny. I like that.

Kate Evans

Kate Evans has moved to Canada. She would like the Canadian nation to stop hugging her. She would like people to stop buying water filters. She has a baby too but she didn’t when I knew her first. Really. She is a cool blogger. I imagine her looking a bit like Kate Moss. I would like to emphasise that she really loves Canada, despite the hugging.

Jojo

Jojo was appointed by the powers that be to enliven 20six, look after us and create a community. She did all that. She commented on new blogs, she pointed us towards interesting things and she solved our problems. When she left 20six, I packed up my virtual bag and left too. She’s a journalist with all sorts of items appearing in real publications that people pay good money for. She also still has a blog wherein she outlines the travails of keeping down a full time job as a free lance while looking after her son. She’s lovely.

20sixers

Geepeemama

The clue is in the title. She’s a GP and a mama. Her daughter is very like mine to my great amusement. In fact, in many ways, her life sounds like mine, except of course, that she is a doctor bringing joy and good health to humanity and I am a worker drone thinking up performance indicators and writing annual reports. As well as writing about her children, she does the odd post about seeing things from the GP’s side of the desk and this is all very interesting. Let me give you a tip, if your doctor has a bad cold don’t say “Doctor, you should be the one taking antibiotics”. Apparently, though she will laugh politely, it palls after a while and, anyway, she will be itching to tell you a cold is a virus.

Pog

When I started posting at 20six, I instantly noticed that there was someone who seemed incredibly popular. Who was this pog anyway? I started to lurk on her site. She was a London party girl, that’s who she was. I started to enjoy a glitzy social life involving all night parties in cool London locations as well as a day job in something mediaish and exciting (though she was rather dismissive about this latter). It was another world. A lot of the blogs I read are more of the same world; I like that, it’s nice to be reassured that you are not alone and it’s entertaining to find others in the same boat as you but pog is a completely different world and I like that too. As it turns out, the cool girl has a heart of gold and now regularly reads my blog (can I tell you how excited I was the first time she left a comment?), which I hope will mean that she will keep up with the partying rather than settle down to produce kiddies in the short term. The cool girl is also a cook and when I was unable to eat anything in the later stages of my last pregnancy, sent me recipes artfully combining the few things I could eat. She also made bread from scratch. Including the yeast which she described as heaving in her kitchen in a large vat. What else can I say?

Lilo

Another working mother blogger. I like that. Unlike me, she is rabidly imprudent and writes about work; immensely enjoyable stuff. I see her doing the juggling thing as well and it is great to feel that you’re not the only one failing to hit all your targets. She has two beautiful small children. Yeah, since you ask, she is funny too. Doesn’t everybody love funny?

Babymother

Nearly won a copy of the LRB from me. Mother of one, nearly mother of two. Watch this bump. Funny and endearing. Sorry, this sounds like bad back of book blurb but it’s true.

Belgians

Bruxelles, Ma Ville (in French)

It is to Thierry that I am indebted for any local information and views about the town where I live. He is a bit of a screaming right winger by Belgian francophone standards (which is to say screaming left by American standards). He also has great Brussels photos.

Peggy (in French)

Peggy is a working mother of two little boys. She works on European stuff but is Belgian. I know this sounds odd, but it is hard to meet Belgians in Brussels. Please trust me on this. Peggy is like a Belgian friend. Through her blog, I get an insight into what it must be like being a Belgian in Brussels. I won’t say anything further because I don’t want to unnerve her by behaving like a weird foreign stalker but I do like her blog.

The infertility bloggers.

No, my twins were not conceived with the assistance of IVF but thanks for asking.

A Little Pregnant

Julie, mother of one after (trust me here), not inconsiderable difficulties. Polemical, opinionated, funny – what’s not to like?

The Ambulance Men

Reynolds

I was directed here by the GPmama and the life of an ambulance paramedic is quite fascinating. The material is interesting per se but he also writes very thoughtfully about it and has plenty of opinions. I’m not the only one who thinks this and he has just put out a book which seems to be selling very well. I heard him on BBC radio 4 the other day reading this post. I recommend that you have a look, even if you think that this may not be for you.

Nee Naw

I found this via Reynolds; know one blog in the ambulance service, know them all, I suppose. This guy works in dispatch. I swear I am totally prepared on what to say on the day I have to ring 999. Good thing not to say is “it’s an emergency”. Apparently, they’re bright boys and girls and they know that already. Funny, interesting and moving. I love this one.

Many Mothers

Dooce

I once read a blog where the writer said words to the effect “if you don’t know who Dooce is, you must be my mother, Mom, please call me”. I think this sums it up quite neatly. That and the fact that if you google “motherfucking mormon”, she is the first site that comes up. Apparently. She said so, it must be true.

Dooce

You think I covered this earlier, but no, this is Dooce for alphamom. Funnily enough, they seem to have barred her from talking about motherhood, it’s about music, tv, concerts. For my money, not as good as dooce.com where her daughter, Leta, gets a lot of airtime but perhaps of more interest for those among you not blessed with progeny.

Finslippy

The delightful Alice: quirky and beloved New Yorker recently turned New Jerseyer. She may be the best writer on the internet. Aside from you and me, clearly.

Alice in Wonderland

By the people who brought you Finslippy, but with a different slant. Alice is doing politics for the alphamom people. I am bitter, she stole my breastfeeding post which I was hoping to use to pad out the time until November (and the incessant posting) ends. Did her husband carefully read the Burlington Free Press, print down the article for her and leave it on the keyboard with comments about who’d want to be in the Vermont Human Rights Commission? And an arrow pointing to the excellent name which the author of the article has (Sky Barsch, since you asked)? No, I think not. Boycott Wonderland. Since, I’m assuming, you don’t want to fill in a form to see the article (but I recommend the Burlington Free Press, no seriously, we have fond memories of a couple of holidays in Vermont staying with the heart surgeon and reading things like – woman hits moose in car, neither woman nor moose injured), I have reproduced it below. Is there no end to my virtue?
“Nurse-in” to protest Delta Air Lines today

Published: Wednesday, November 15, 2006

By Sky Barsch

Free Press Staff Writer

Upset that a woman was kicked off a flight for breast-feeding, a group of supporters plan a “nurse-in” today at Burlington International Airport’s Delta check-in counter. Sharon Panitch, a Burlington mother of two, said breast-feeding supporters will gather at the airport at 10 a.m. to show support for Emily Gillette, the New Mexico woman who was forced off a flight departing from Burlington. Panitch said the group wants to stage a peaceful demonstration to show they are upset that Gillette was asked to get off the plane after she refused a flight attendant’s request that she cover up as she breast-fed.

Gillette said she was being discrete and was comforting her 22-month-old as they prepared for take-off after a three-hour delay. The flight was operated by Freedom Airlines, which was operating a commuter flight for Delta Air Lines. Gillette says she has filed a charge with the Vermont Human Rights Commission against both airlines, because breast feeding is protected under the Vermont Public Accommodations Law. The airlines said it asked that Gillette cover up with a blanket to be more discreet. A spokesman said the incident has been investigated.

The Sarcastic Journalist

Mother of two, mistress of the hilarious one liner. She once said (more pithily) that when giving out attention, the child who can throw things at her tends to have an advantage. This was a reasonable observation and stopped me worrying about ignoring my sons, thus allowing me additional time to fend off missiles from my daughter. She also observed, oh so truthfully, that when you have a small child, when you’re out, you’re out, which is how she ended up in the post office in dressing gown and slippers. Consider also this post on breast feeding a nine month old. Such an insight into the true nature of parenting and such excellent writing – from one so young too. She is only about 25. I try not to hold it against her.

Wet Feet

This is an odd one, for me, at least. Kateri is the mother of two little girls, who live with her; she also has another little girl whom she gave up for adoption to her lasting regret. It was an “open adoption” but it doesn’t seem to have worked out very well for Kateri who is gutted. I’d never really given much thought to adoption and its implications for everyone concerned before reading this blog and she has made me think a lot about that. She is a very different person from me. She definitely falls in the earth mother end of the spectrum (she doesn’t use disposable nappies, and this is only the beginning, people) whereas I am more at the “what’s your name again child who I only see briefly every day, oh good Lord how many of you are there?” end of the spectrum. I think she’s wrong about a lot of things and I’m sure she would think the same about me but it is interesting to read the (very definite) opinions of someone you don’t agree with most of the time. And also I do admire her coping skills as she separates from her husband and brings up her daughters and tries to do what’s best.

Islay

Separating mother of one who is surprisingly upbeat given the heartache and logistical nightmare of being a single working mother trying to deal like a grown-up with an ex-husband when all she really wants to do is scream. Or I may be overinterpreting here about the screaming bit. I do admire people who can keep so many balls in the air and manage to start over. Amazing. I also like the way that her posts are true.

Alana

Did you know that teenage boys can sound like their mothers? Just warning you, as is Alana. And I have just discovered that she is a poet too. Yes, I know, that sounds like bad news, but it’s not. Truly.

So the Fish said

I love Beth, she’s just so nice. That makes her sound bland but she’s not, at all. She’s hilarious. She’s kind and clever too. She is also mother to the world’s most beautiful child only excepting yours and mine which are tied there at the top also. There are some blogs I love but I’m not entirely sure I would like to meet the author but I would love to meet Beth. That’s why she should be worried about stalkers in, what she foolishly believes to be, her Washington safe house. Doubtless, once you have investigated her blog, you will want to stalk her too, but, hey, join the queue.

Beth Again

Yet different. Because you can’t have too much Beth. Welcome to the friendliest place on the internet. Really. Also, the best advice on the internet (if that’s not a compliment, it was meant to be but I appreciate that the competition is not exactly keen).

Fussy

Inventor of the NaBlPoMo. Do I need to say more?

Petite Anglaise

The famous blog of an English woman fired by her employers in Paris for her blog which barely mentions them. She is a mother of one and has split from her French partner. These are the bare facts. She writes beautifully. I first came here when she was splitting up from her partner (referred by Jack Dalton – Jack where are you? we still love you) and those posts were dreadfully sad and evocative.

Dotmoms

This is a site that features different bloggers every day. It can be hit and miss but I’ve enjoyed some good stuff here. I like their daily round up of parenting news as well you know, this kind of thing: expert blames parents for bratty kids.

Miscellaneous (I don’t mean that in a bad way)

Dervala
From
Limerick and a deep thinker. I started to read her after the best dressed diplomat (a more profound thinker than I am) found her. And then I discovered that Dervala and I had friends in common, so, clearly, I had to read her blog out of sheer nosiness. She is a thinking techie with a huge following and she writes a lot in reflective mode. I think she might be the Charlotte Rampling of the technology world. She writes about an Ireland lost in the mists of time which I always find mildly alarming as she is a couple of years younger than me: this is a fairly typical offering in that vein. And not a mother at all, well fancy that.

Manolo’s shoe blog

Just because I have children doesn’t mean I have lost all interest in shoes. The Manolo, he loves the shoes.

Very Zen

I came across Amanda after Dooce linked to her site following Hurricane Katrina and, doubtless brought her (Amanda’s) ISP to its knees. Amanda is a tall, compassionate Southern pro-gun, pro-gay rights girl. I think that there are a lot of contradictions there and that’s only a couple of adjectives. I’m not sure that the American political system can accommodate them all though I have a dreadful feeling that (gasp) she may be a Republican. She’s having a bit of a rough time at the moment, so, I suspect she would welcome some warm fuzziness from the internet.

If it’s on teh interweb it must be true

Sarky comments about fashion pics and the odd dig at celebrities. Oooh this is excellent.

Miss Snark

I was pointed in this direction by a friend who is writing a book. It’s strangely compelling in a train wreck kind of way. If you are looking for an agent, you may be interested or you may be terrified.

Romy

I have no idea how I stumbled across this blog. Romy is a catholic convert with all the zeal thereof which can be a little alarming. She is an academic and often has funny stories. She lived in France for a long time and litters her blog with French which, of course, I would never do. I realised when compiling this list that I used to read her a lot more previously when her entire posts appeared in bloglines. I am just too lazy to go that extra click. Which doesn’t mean that you should be.

Friends and Relations

My loving sister

Surviving India. Just.

Nicholas

I met Nicholas when I worked as an election monitor in Bosnia for a couple of months; I know, the glamour. Then years later I met him in a cafe in Brussels. It turned out that Mr. Waffle knew him too. It’s a small world and all that. And he had a blog and I have become a devotee. I tend to ignore the Dr. Who stuff though (and you can too, unless you’re into that, of course). His blog is fascinating. Lots of international politics but seen through a prism of Nicholas. And I scored 320 on this language test to which he directed me. I’ve been waiting to tell someone that since September. No, I don’t know what he was doing on a dating site either.

And Anne

Nicholas’s wife who has, alas, a stop start approach to blogging. I suppose minding three kids full time gives her less scope to write than trotting off to the caucauses (I’m saying nothing Nicholas). I think that this is a real pity because I enjoy her posts and, as you will be well aware, it’s all about me, me, me.

Swish

The woman who created the beautifully designed website you see before you here today. She used to post a lot more but I think now that she must have channelled her energies into more useful things. I still enjoy her occasional posts but I wish she would post more, I used to really like her blog, especially fun in the days when she was playing around with formats.

People I should have mentioned earlier but am now too tired to describe

Gin and Teutonic, Manuela, Surgeon’s blog, Jordana and the Squid, 3×3

Unhappily defunct

Chez Miscarriage (who had a baby, way hay, but I miss her blog, I wish she’d come back)

Brother Lawrence (the only blogging religious brother who was hilarious)

Fluid Pudding (but hang on a second, she’s back, but different)

Jack Dalton (ah, the doctor)

Silveretta (it seems so long ago that the skinny within was out jogging)

Locotes (the Cork man who explained to me how the whole blogging thing works)

Open Brackets (the woman who read all the articles in the LRB and not just the personals)

Cancer Baby (in a different category; she died, tragically, at 33)

The intellectuals are IN

29 November, 2006
Posted in: Mr. Waffle, Reading etc.

Him: You’re reading a Maeve Binchy book.

Me: Yeah, I find her soothing, everything turns out right in the end and she’s a good storyteller.

Him: I didn’t know you read Maeve Binchy.

Me: What do you think we’re doing with all those copies of her books?

Him: Um, adding intellectual gravitas to our bookshelves.

Glum

28 November, 2006
Posted in: Boys, Princess

One of the worst things about living in an expatriate bubble is that almost everyone leaves in the end. When you are in your 20s this is great as the converse is also true and you have a constant supply of new friends pitching up and that makes up for the pain of departures and also, as you will be aware, the childfree can travel at the drop of a hat so they friends are not really gone, they’re just establishing new locations for short breaks.

In your 30s, you don’t make as many new friends. Some friends are decamping to Stockholm on Wednesday and I am gutted. I think it’s time we thought seriously about decamping ourselves.

In other gloom, I came home yesterday to find the Princess parked in front of the telly on the couch and the boys peering fixedly at it from their playpen and the childminder nowhere to be seen. In fact she was in the bedroom folding clothes. I know I might well do the same after a day with three children, I know it has never happened before, I know that it is nice to come home to a tidy house (and also mildly miraculous given the odds that C has to battle against) but it was a depressing little tableau.

Finally, we were chatting to the Princess about school and asked her who she slept beside for her nap and she said “Ines” and then she said “she doesn’t like me, she says ‘t’es pas mon ami'”. “I have no friends”, she continued sadly “at school nobody wants to be my friend”. Alas.

A source of never-ending entertainment

27 November, 2006
Posted in: Reading etc.

From the Irish Times birth column:

“…To Philip and Rachel, a daughter Philippa Trinity Dale…sincere thanks to our Hypnotherapist..and our midwife for all their encouragement and support” [emphasis added].

Mother of 3, running late, prepares for first party of the Christmas season

26 November, 2006
Posted in: Mr. Waffle

Stream of consciousness – ok, Winter, those nice boots, what would they be good with? Right that black skirt, where is it, where is it?  Could it be in the bottom of the wardrobe with the good stuff?  Surely once you have something five years, it should be demoted, but no there it is.  OK, does it fit? Excellent.  Jesus, what is that sticky stuff on the waistband, is it something from last Christmas?   Oh God, I bet the children have got their stickly little mitts on it and all the other stuff in my good drawer.  My wedding dress is there.  Well when am I going to be wearing that again?  And the hem of that skirt is coming down.  Tum ti tum, where are the safety pins?  It’s a feature really, those little twinkling silver thingies around the hem.  OK, a top, a top.  That navy one with the sparkly bits.  Is it a bit low cut?  It’s a party, for heaven’s sake.  Goodness, that’s a lot of exposed flesh, not a lot of chest though.  Where have my breasts gone, why did I give up breast feeding?  Let me see, can I root out that ancient wonderbra.  Yes, excellent, here it is. OUCH, OUCH.  God, the underwire is poking out, goodbye ancient wonderbra.  Maybe a nice necklace to perk up the top then?  That pearly one that came free with a bottle of mineral water?  Yes.  But navy and black?  No, no.  OK, the denim skirt, sort of dress up top half, casual bottom half and at least the denim skirt isn’t sticky.  Gosh, that top really is indecent, where’s that silvery cardigan thing?  OK, that’s OK.

I emerge and face my husband.  “You look very nice” he says obediently.  “No, I want you to tell me what you really think”.  “What’s my range of options?”  “Just tell me what you think”. “Um, is the top a bit dressed up for the bottom?” “Fine”, I say and depart with something like a flounce.  The doorbell rings; it’s the babysitter.

Back in the bedroom the torrent of consciousness is reaching a crescendo.  OK, not the denim skirt, black trousers.  But they don’t go with the navy top. OK, not the navy top, the black top.  OK, but now there is actually no flesh visible of any description.  Is that good?  Hang on, with the black top, I can wear the sticky skirt.  Yes, excellent in a sort of deep mourning way.

Roll on the next party.

Beautiful and Brilliant

25 November, 2006
Posted in: Princess

This afternoon, the Princess and I went to see Azur et Asmar.

It’s the most beautiful film I have ever seen. My hopes were not inordinately high; it was a French language, animated film for children and, to boot, it looked arty. If I had known in advance that lots of it would be in arabic with no sub-titles, this would have confirmed my forebodings. It was fantastic. Within two minutes, I was fascinated and cajoling the Princess to stay (“I want to go home, I’m scared”). She was a little young for it but she stayed to the end and the ending was gorgeous and she came home babbling about the details, not all of which she understood, to her father.

Unfortunately, there is nothing I can write that would persuade me to go to this film, so I fear, I won’t be able to persuade you, but if you get a chance, you should really go, it’s spectacular and I know that people who go on about wonderful films they’ve seen are tedious but I have never seen anything like this before. Recommended as the critics say.

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