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		<title>BlogU Taught Me About Blogging and Powdered Alcohol</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2015 23:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This past weekend was one that I had basically been counting down to since it was over last year, Blog U was finally here. This time was made even better by the fact that one of my real life besties was joining me this go round. Nicole and I headed up on Thursday and made it despite the dreary and seemingly never ending rain that fell from Durham all the way to Baltimore. We relaxed a little bit before heading out to eat and met up with a group at a nearby restaurant after bumping into two of my favorites, Frugie and Kerry. A few squeals and hugs may have transpired in the tiny Radisson elevator. It first it felt like we had intruded on a tight knit group, but by the end we were laughing hysterically and were so glad we decided to join them for dinner, even if we waited forever and all the days for our food. Just meant more conversation. We headed back to our hotel and joined the pow wow that was happening in the lobby and met even more fantastic ladies. Lots of the BluntMom crew and to put it bluntly (hardy har har) these were some of my favorite ladies of the weekend. I hearted them almost immediately. The next day was National Donut Day and who in the hades would I be not to participate? Ergo, Nicole and I stopped by the Fractured Prune and oh. my. heavens. Delicious.  Don&#8217;t just trust me, Melissa and Susanne agree also. The rest of the day went by fast, getting to catch up with so many of my favorite people (Tabatha!!!) and also turning Facebook friends into actual friends. There was also plenty of time spent confusing the hell out of people by saying Amanda Madison is my Facebook but please call me &#8216;Maddie&#8221;  Confused yet? Good. This year started off with a bang and we went right into sessions. I learned so much from the first two and am already putting Anna&#8217;s and Lynn&#8217;s tips to good use. I am already seeing a spike from Pinterest and I think I am using SEO properly. Being around this group of women (and men!) seems to just ignite something inside of you and you just jump into bettering yourself and your blog. I also ascertained (via the back of a bathroom stall, we were on a college campus, after all) that there is such a thing as powdered alcohol.  Apparently you can&#8217;t snort it or eat it, therefore I can only assume you just pinch it in your butt cheeks like they used to do for fun with chewing tobacco. Or you know, mix it with liquid but&#8230; how boring. This is not a conference you want to attend if you need to sleep. It is pretty much go time from the moment you arrive. Sessions on Friday and then an awesome event that night. Saturday morning after breakfast, which really is just social hour with people half awake, you head to hear amazing keynote speakers before participating in a full day of more sessions, cupcakes and then, the Saturday night fun&#8230;this year the theme was Middle School Awkward and it didn&#8217;t disappoint. Nicole and I just kept mentioning how pretty much every single person was dancing! There was just one drawback, my awesome roomie, Amy, wasn&#8217;t there this year. My partner in tea loving crime. Next year, friend! And you were certainly missed. You were the absolute first thing Foxy and I talked about upon seeing each other. And neither was Megan because of last minute emergency. I will see you very soon in NYC though, my friend! For now though, here&#8217;s a photo overload for you all. You&#8217;re so welcome. We had the middle school awkward dance on Saturday and I need better pictures because my acid wash jeans were legit&#8230;legitimately ugly as all hell. &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; Blog U was once again held at the beautiful Notre Dame of Maryland Campus and Nick Mom hosted the Saturday night festivities, they did a fantastic job and it was just as awesome as last year! I cannot emphasize enough how much knowledge I gained from attending this conference. Stephanie, Meredith and the rest of the Blog U faculty completely rock this whole shebang. There is plenty of socializing to be had, but what I learned is by far the best reason to attend, well, besides these (right). &#160; &#160; *This WIRL was originally published on The Whimsy One.  &#160; &#160; Join The Conversation! Easily contribute your story here. &#160; About the Author… Madison Rae is a Southern girl from the country that fell in love with a Boston boy. You can usually find her sippin&#8217; sweet tea or bourbon, and reading books or watching a sporting event. She loves to travel with her husband and is a complete history groupie. She blogs @ The Whimsy One and The ThankFull Tummy &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>Why Flying Home From BlogU Nearly Killed Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2015 22:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Every year I try to attend at least one conference where I will hone my skill of writing, and network with others in the same genre. This year I attended an amazing conference called BlogU – short for University. It is held on the beautiful campus of the all girls college Notre Dame University in Baltimore, Maryland. The panels were made up ‘faculty’ who are all successful in their own areas, and are humor bloggers. Leaving the scope of this function to be perfectly aligned with my own interests, unlike other conferences I have attended. The conference itself was wonderful, the networking was awesome, and as always reuniting and meeting (and it feels so good – please tell me you know that song) with other bloggers I know and admire is a big part of what makes this a fantastic weekend away from my family (besides the obvious weekend away from my family). I attended sessions about Writing and Editing, Branding, Getting a Byline, Building Online Communities, Building My Book, and How to Make Money. All were informative and had many takeaways. Previous conferences I’ve attended always left me overwhelmed, annoyed, and unsatisfied. I would leave wondering why I spent the time and money to go, but BlogU was worth the low cost admission. I truly can’t recommend it enough except to say if you are a blogger, or are considering becoming one, THIS IS THE CONFERENCE TO GO TO. Yes I am screaming, but well it was that good. To make it even better I didn’t have a panic attack, nor did I make an ass of myself (that I know of), and most importantly I didn’t drink too much meaning I was functioning at all events and breakout sessions. YAY me. The issue came (you know there is always one) when I traveled home. My flight was Sunday at 1 pm out of BWI to Detroit. I had a 3 hour layover in Detroit before my flight to my final resting place, home. I was pushing it when I arrived  to the airport, for my 1 pm flight, 50 minutes prior to departure. My hubs woulda had a shit fit if he was traveling with me. He is a road warrior and likes to be at the airport at least an hour and a half prior to departure. I am more an hour before departure kinda gal so even for me this was cutting it close, but I made it (avoiding all shit I woulda got if I missed my flight…phew) thank god for no real lines in security. The flight into Detroit was fine, and I didn’t have to sit next to the shitter! YAY me again! The issue came in Detroit. I trolled around the airport trying to kill three hours. I bought a new small purple roller bag for my daughter’s upcoming trip, I spent a good twenty minutes in one eclectic home shop trying to find something cool and cheap – by the way those two things do not exist in an airport. I enjoyed a lovely meal at PF Changs and one 20 ounce beer before heading to my gate. I arrived with an hour and twenty minutes before take off. After using the restroom I settled in with my book to wait but then shit went south. I fell asleep, I shit you not A-SLEEP! This is insane since I can’t sleep sitting up anywhere. I never sleep in the car, on the couch, or on a plane. I can only sleep lying down in my bed. But apparently the Gods of Travel said Fuck YOU and sprinkled sleeping dust on me because boom! out like a light. I awoke at 5:55 to a boarding area devoid of people. It was one minute after the doors closed for my plane had closed and I couldn’t get on it. I missed the announcements, the boarding, the reminder announcements, everything. I was sitting where two gates use the same area so I suppose the counter people thought I was part of the other gate, or just a homeless person sleeping in a chair. I rushed to the counter flailing and shrieking, “Please, please, please open the doors up!” I have no idea why I thought they would, they NEVER do and they didn’t. I was screwed. I had to call my husband and tell him I had fallen asleep in the damn airport and missed my plane. Crickets could be heard, along with him running his hand through the front of his hair which he only does when he’s so annoyed he can’t stand it. Yup this was an epic fuckup. There are not a lot of flights into our town so missing a flight is kinda a major issue. I stood at the counter crying while the lovely ladies got me on the next and last flight – two hours later. This required a supervisor’s assistance who had little compassion for me when I explained I had just fallen asleep after waiting three hours. Thanks buddy, you’re a doll. My two new besties kept me calm explaining  “things happen for a reason”, “God works in mysterious ways”, “not to overthink it”, “all would work out”, “relax it’s fine”, and every other calming phrase as I cried. After finagling the system they got me on the 8 pm out of Detroit as a standby passenger. You can be damn sure I would bolt myself to the fucking door if necessary, I was not missing this flight no matter what. Good thing I was well rested now. I did make the flight and arrived home just a mere 10 hours after my airport journey day started vs. the 7 it should have been but well what could I do? The only option is to laugh and wait to hear about it for the rest of my life because my husband will beat this horse so much it will rival American Pharoah’s triple crown performance. All I can say is I truly can’t make this shit up even if I tried. Oh and go to BlogU next year! I am but I’m bringing No Doz for the flight home. &#160; *This WIRL was originally posted on The Shitastrophy  Join The Conversation! Easily contribute your story here. &#160; About the Author… Originally from NJ, Alyson Herzig lives in the Midwest but has kept her sarcastic cynical Jersey attitude. She has been described as the Andy Rooney of Stay-at-Home Moms. You can find her blogging about the many disasters and observations of her life at TheShitastrophy.com. She is the co-creator of the anthology Surviving Mental Illness Through Humor that will be released in April 2015. Alyson is also a contributor to the anthology My Other Ex: Women’s True Stories of Leaving and Losing Friends and the sequel I Still Just Want to Pee Alone. She has had works featured at Scary Mommy, Huffington Post, Mamapedia, and others. You can find Alyson on her blog, Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Google +. &#160; &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>10 Things People Do Not Know About Having Twins</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2015 18:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This &#8220;10 Things People Do Not Know About Twins&#8221; list came from two parents of newborn twins and this is their take of what it&#8217;s REALLY like. Check it out&#8230; It takes a village (parenting twins with two parents is near impossible) Non-Identical twins are two separate humans born at the same time Identical twins have to at least be the same sex (you would be surprised how many people ask us this) You cannot safely hold and console two crying babies. What is one to do? Leaving your newborn twins with your spouse for 24 hours is like a sentence to hell for them. See above. Singleton parents have no idea, logistically everything is different Singleton breastfeeding plans DO NOT APPLY, do what works for your sanity Feeding, burping, changing twins alone is a lesson in fortitude and misdirection  Sleep… Forget about it –  In the beginning someone is always crying, them or us &#160; Join the conversation! Easily contribute your story here. &#160; About the Author… This WIRL was contributed by Tim and Katherine Lewis, parents of newborn twins.  ]]></description>
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		<title>When Flying Makes You Ask: Are You Serious?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2015 09:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Recently I flew to Hawaii for spring break to go see my family. While on the eleven hour flight I noticed some things that made me ask, &#8220;Are you serious?&#8221;. On the flight from Charlotte to Dallas, nothing went wrong. Everything seemed fine. I assumed that the next flight would be the same way. I assumed wrong. On the flight from Dallas to Kahului, I sat horizontal from a couple from New Zealand. Now, don&#8217;t get me wrong&#8230;this couple was beyond sweet, but maybe not so aware of their surroundings. About six hours into the flight, the little boy&#8217;s mother (for the record, this boy is almost two with a full set of teeth) whips out her boob and allows the small child to latch right on. I understand that your child needs to eat, but you can at least put a cover over yourself. Better yet, you can stop breastfeeding your fully toothed baby dinosaur! Instead of buttoning her shirt back up after the child was finished, this woman fell asleep (as did her son) and therefore left her boob out for the world to see. Okay, seriously? There is no way she couldn&#8217;t feel the breeze on her boob. The worst part is that the boy&#8217;s father didn&#8217;t bother buttoning his wife&#8217;s shirt, or alerting her that her entire boob was now any mans eye-candy. Aside from the boob situation, there was another issue I clearly noticed: Too much perfume. I know you want to smell lovely, and want to smell like you poop out unicorns and daisy&#8217;s, but I can assure you that the amount of perfume you applied is extremely bothersome. You may have been going for the citrus smell, but I&#8217;ll be honest.. you smell like SHITRUS. Not a very pleasant smell if you ask me. When on a long flight, you will smell foul after the flight is over anyway, so there really isn&#8217;t a point in trying to apply enough to last you a month and suffocate everyone else in the surrounding area. You may have been going for the citrus smell, but I&#8217;ll be honest.. you smell like SHITRUS. Now, we move on to the return flight back home. Usually the shortest flight since we go back in time. We leave Kahului at 5:30 and it&#8217;s dark an hour into the flight. Peaceful for some much needed rest, but I guess others create alternative plans. In dire need for some rest, knowing I would have a full day when I would land, I personally planned ahead. I tossed and turned on the flight for three hours. But unlike some people, I was quiet and respectful of the other people getting their Z&#8217;s and counting their sheep. But not this man. The man in front of me decided to read. THE WHOLE FLIGHT. Usually I would congratulate someone who decided to spend their free time reading. But not when you, kind Sir, are the only one with your overhead light on. No, seriously&#8230;turn that nuisance off. I couldn&#8217;t understand why he didn&#8217;t sleep. I mean at least I brought coloring books with me. OH, that&#8217;s not even the worst part! After our flight landed back in Charlotte we ran into some slight difficulties. Emphasis on SLIGHT. I was already annoyed enough at how uncomfortable the flight was, and the fact that I had just left my family, had me a little more on the bitter side than usual. I will say one thing right now&#8230; LUGGAGE IS NOT THAT HARD TO PLACE CORRECTLY.  That&#8217;s right. My poor mother&#8217;s luggage got lost. I&#8217;m sorry, did I say lost? Nope. It wasn&#8217;t lost. IT WAS PUT ON THE WRONG FLIGHT. After we got off the flight we went straight to baggage claim to pick up my delicious pineapples and my mother&#8217;s bag, which was supposed to be carry-on, but she was nice enough to let them stow it under the plane. After waiting for the bag for thirty minutes, we calmly asked when our luggage would come. Instead of being told that it was placed on the wrong flight, we were told that it would &#8220;be coming soon&#8221; and &#8220;not to worry.&#8221;  So, we took our seat and waited&#8230;and waited&#8230;and waited&#8230;and waited. WHEN CAN WE STOP WAITING!?! Now two hours into standing around waiting for the bag to appear, I became irritable. I looked at my mom with fire in my eyes, and she giggled&#8230;knowing EXACTLY what I was thinking. I had hit my wits end. I was not going to wait anymore. But before I could open my blunt mouth, mom asked another woman when the bag would come. Apparently we should have known that the luggage was on the wrong flight. Oh, by golly! I WASN&#8217;T INFORMED. But thank-you for causing my blood to boil&#8230;just what I wanted&#8230; Do we have the bag yet? &#8230;NO. Another hour goes by&#8230; and I&#8217;ve had enough. I stand up to approach one of the ladies standing around and talking, clearly not doing anything and I notice my mothers&#8217; death glare out of the corner of my eye. That was my signal to walk away and shut up before I caused an even bigger problem. If you know me, you know my mouth does not shut when something needs to be said. Call me rude, blunt, bitchy, whatever you please&#8230; but there was no way I was going to sit there and watch the comical scene of two airport workers giggling and discussing nothing of importance. So, I let it out. I looked straight at my sister and opened my big mouth right up. I think I went on for a solid four minutes, only to end realizing that the two men around the corner were hysterically laughing and the grandmother a few seats away looking like she just witnessed a man rig the Bingo game. As the beautiful words spilled from my obviously unwashed mouth, my mother came strolling up to me. You better believe that I went ahead and expressed my anger to her. No matter how livid I was, she was two notches under me. After she got the joyous gift of hearing me go off, she laughed along with the others. I asked her why she wasn&#8217;t mad and why she was laughing at such an infuriating moment&#8230;  To which she replied, Kassidy, you have enough anger in you right now that I don&#8217;t have to spend my energy being mad. I took my seat, still furious about the situation. Of course I was getting odd looks, but I didn&#8217;t have one bone in my body that cared enough to feel embarrassed for what I had just done. Thirty minutes later&#8230; Here comes the luggage strolling down the frigging yellow brick road. Never have I ever been more annoyed in my life. More mad? Definitely. But that three hour window of sitting there waiting for one bag was enough time to make me think of everything that has ever made me mad that all of it came out at once. Next time you are flying and they miraculously misplace your bag for three hours, take the opportunity to blow off some steam. It won&#8217;t make the wait go by faster, but boy does it make for an interesting entourage of people to explain your anger to.]]></description>
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