Yeah, so, like a lot of people I was not in the mood yesterday.
I was an emotional wreck. I am responsible for my company’s social media. It’s my job to be on social media all day, and reading all the details of the shooting in Connecticut really got to me. I am, after all, a living, breathing human being with a heart and a soul. (In case you are wondering, I canceled all my company’s tweets yesterday because I don’t think people on Twitter wanted to know about our big sales. I saw quite a few other companies tweeting like it was business as usual and it seemed insensitive to me.)
I feel like I should apologize for yesterday’s post, but at the same time I shouldn’t. Sometimes this blog is funny, sometimes it isn’t: just like life … oh, yes, I’m so deep. (Not really.)
Like I said, I used to have a really thick skin. I worked in a newsroom for years. I don’t have that thick skin anymore. It started when I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2009, and I’ve just gotten softer every year. The Spawn has something to do with it, too. I can’t help but put myself in those parents’ shoes. How do you recover from that? You don’t. It’s like a horrible fuckin’ nightmare. I still can’t talk about it or read the news without bursting into tears.
So anyway, let’s talk about something else for a few minutes. It’s just some random thoughts for a Saturday morning.
The Screen Actors Guild and the Golden Globe nominations were announced this week. As a reformed TV nerd let me just say this: Clearly the voting blocks of these organizations don’t watch TV, because any TV acting nominations that don’t include Aaron Paul from “Breaking Bad” is a massive oversight. Also, there was this little show on HBO called “Game of Thrones,” perhaps you’ve heard of it. It’s really good. Serious fail, SAG and Golden Globe voters.
I went out to a bar this week. That’s right — during the week! Rebel! We went to The Knockout on Mission for good buddy Kate’s birthday. We played bingo and drank hot toddies. David got a bingo and won a pair of clip-on antlers. They look really good on me, right?
Let’s talk about The Boy. He is not walking yet. Everyone keeps asking. He is not walking yet. Super close. Very, very close, but not yet.
Even though I have the nasty cold that everyone has we’re still going to Pier 39 today with my sister, brother-in-law and their kids for our annual tourist day. We eat overpriced seafood. We buy silly hats. We go into every store at Pier 39 and act a fool. It’s awesome, fun and just what the doctor ordered.


December 15, 2012 at 5:48 pm
I totally agree with you on the sales pitch tweets yesterday. Yesterday was definitely not the time for business as usually or scheduled tweets. Kudos to you for pulling those.
December 16, 2012 at 10:10 pm
Thanks, Emily.