The Day Bloggers Came to Life

Follow up to Bloggers Unite entry.

First time waking up at 6AM my entire year and a half in the UK. I must have been excited. Three hours on not so smelly bus (think up a notch from Greyhound my Americanas!) with Writer’s Digest on my lap. I just realized that I wore the exact same outfit to meet my kooky, wonderful blogger friends as I wore to meet Jock in Chicago our second time meeting – that must mean something.

Who knew how nervous I would be!

After searching the hazy streets of Earl Court for the underground, forty minutes on the tube and a grope around for the Crypt’s Cafe (when it said “crypt,” I didn’t really think it meant there were dead people under our feet, but there were), I was at the appointed location for the blogger meetup. I took a minute outside before I entered just to really take in what was to be my last time in London this year. There’s something so freeing about entering a city on your own, traipsing through its subterranean villages and emerging to an entirely different world; watching the grumpy faces of even the most beautiful Londoner, upset that they have to spend another day buried under the humidity makes me appreciate this experience even more – they weave through this maze of interpersonal skills everyday and I get to observe. I also sneakily pretended for a brief moment that I was back in Paris, reliving my days as a student at the Odeon metro.

Oh how glorious are these European cities. I will miss you.

Bristol, you are wonderful, but I’m just not a minor city girl. I need BIG. You have your charm though.

So, in I go. There sit Smitten by Britain, A Mid-Atlantic English, Pond Parleys (both of them!) and Laura from About.com – then finally, 3 Bedroom Bungalow (and her adorable daughter). I felt as if I were meeting my long lost friends – surely I’ve spent just as much, if not more (at least online), time with them than my real everyday friends here in England. We have shared our stories, read our woes, crusaded together to finish a script in 30 days, emailed our annoyances and joys at life in England and they have been just as much a part of my journey as any real person. It’s amazing and I feel like a big nerd when I say this, but I felt like these other bloggers really understand my English experience in a completely different, but still just as relevant, way as my friends and family.

(Missing Michelle and Laura in this photo)

I arrived at noon and only left at 4pm when I absolutely couldn’t stay any longer. I booked my return ticket at 5pm, thinking that surely four hours would be plenty of time to catch up, chat and meet them. I was so wrong! We had so much to talk about.

Without kissing too much ass, I loved them all. I can honestly say that because its true – how interesting to hear what everyone thought everyone else would be like in real life. I think the biggest thing for me was seeing how their writing suited their personalities and reflected who they are in real life.

Definitely a fascinating trip, and if it weren’t for the fat smelly man seated next to me, the loud, annoying woman behind me who spoke on her phone the entire ride back or the rain that greeted me when I got off the bus – I would say it was the perfect day.

Thanks Melissa for organizing!

Side Note – Mike from Postcards from Across the Pond (A.k.a. Pond Parleys) gave me a copy of his book and I highly recommend it for anyone planning on traveling to England. He has quite the knack for perfecting in words all the idiosyncrasies that come with moving to England. This is not a paid endorsement – I just really like his book! So buy it.

Bloggers Unite

Fifteen minutes away from heading to the bus station for London. Finally getting to meet some of my favorite bloggers in person, and I’m so pleased I get to do it before I leave (probably would have been much harder to do in Chicago considering most of them live in the UK!)

Really excited and will let everyone know the true tales of the blogging world on my return.

Just looking forward to the road trip as well – reminds me of those bus rides from Baltimore to NYC in the China Town bus. Naomi, Jess and Court – we’ve all been there.

Meet Tiffany – the American in Holland

I’m doing a small series of blog swaps.

First up is Tiffany. She does crazy things like me and sign up for things that push her to her limit – like write 31 blog entries in 31 days (except since she has three blogs, she ended up writing 79 entries in a month) and she freelances for Demand Studios just like I do. More specifically:

Tiffany is an American who moved to the Netherlands for love in December 2008. She lives in Utrecht with her husband and their dog. In addition to chronicling her adventures on her blog Clogs and Tulips: An American in Holland, she also works as a freelance writer and runs her own company, Little Broadway.

Please enjoy her post below:

Sesame Street and Bicultural Relationships

“What did you say about Big Bird?” My husband asks as we walk through the train station.

“I said ‘I love Douwe Egbert’s coffee’” I giggle. “I just saw an ad poster for it. I didn’t say anything about Big Bird!”

Funny that Big Bird should randomly come up – I had just had a conversation revolving around the same topic with a friend via Facebook. She declared that she would be starting her work day at the daycare center where she volunteers with a Sesame Street marathon. We’ve both found ourselves transplanted in the Netherlands in the past year-and-a-half due to being swept off our feet (and our home countries) by Dutch studs, so technically it was a Sesamstraat marathon.

I bring this up in my conversation with my husband.

“She can’t get over the fact that your Big Bird is blue and named Pino” I confess on behalf of my friend.

My husband laughs. We’ve had this conversation before. While the TV show exists both in the United States and the Netherlands with the same concepts and purpose, it’s not the same street.

“And the mouse,” I continue.

“You mean Iniemenie?”

“That’s right!” I exclaim. “That’s his name.” (See, I’ve watched the Dutch version – I’m totally with it.)

“You don’t have Iniemenie?!?” He asks incredulously, as though I’d just told him the world was about to end and we had just a few moments left to live.

“Nope.”

American Sesame Street

“But, you have Tommy, right?” He presses.

“Tommy, the dog,” escapes both our mouths simultaneously.

“Nope,” I say.” “No Tommy.”

“Oh.” My husband’s totally dejected by this. “Well, who do you have?”

“Well, there’s Cookie Monster and Elmo…” (The Dutch have those too, of course, including Bert and Ernie).

“And the purple guy,” he interrupts.

“Grover? I think he’s blue.”

“Whatever,” he shrugs. “Yeah, Grover. We have him too.”

There’s a pause. I’m forgetting someone. Then it hits me:

“And Oscar the Grouch!” explodes from my lips.

I’m met with silence as my husband stares straight ahead, walking to our bicycles parked outside the train station.

“Oscar?” I press. “You know, the green guy who lives in a trash can and is grumpy all the time.”

Nothing.

“Well, I think you’d like him,” I conclude. “He’s funny. Maybe next time I’m back in the States I can grab a Sesame Street DVD so we can watch it.”

“No thanks.”

Dutch Sesamstraat

The Big Blog Swap – 20 Something Mum Takes Over

Last week, Littlemummy.com thought up the idea to get everyone to swap blog posts. After nearly 80 other bloggers signed up, I got to swap with Claire from The Life of the 20 Something Mum. (I’m starting to realize how big parenting blogs are-wondering if I signed up to the wrong blogging community…never mind. We’re all bloggers, after all!)

We both agreed to swap posts about why we got into blogging in the first place. You can read my entry on Claire’s blog.

I’ll let the fantastic Claire take it away!

A Blog for Blogs Sake?

As part of the Great Blog Swap, I am writing this for the lovely Meagan.

For those of you who have never met me or my blog, I am better known as the Mouthy One(!), or Twenty Something Mum.

So why do I blog, what made me blog in the first place?

I have always written in some capacity, with varying success, mostly poetry, but for my school magazine as a teenager, or short stories for kids. I loved writing and was the kid most likely to be seen with a notebook and pen at the ready in case of inspiration springing itself on me!

I first started blogging though as a hobby, to stop my brain turning to mush when I was pregnant with my daughter, affectionately known as Mini, who is now nearly 3. I wrote this via My Space, but never really took it seriously, dipping in it and out when I could be bothered.

Then I had her, got completely sidetracked, with breastfeeding, moving from Kent to Berkshire, and being pregnant with another child 11 months after the first, and that was that.

Which brings us to Twitter.

When something pops up on TV, I have to try it- I read all the Harry Potters due to the hype, watched countless must see films and TV shows, and Twitter was no different. I loved the instant buzz of it, the noisiness of reading in on others conversations wherever they were talking from, so was immediately hooked.

I then saw that alot of the Mums who had added me had joined up to British Mummy Bloggers- I think the tweet which got me interested was one about a competition, so, off I went to that website. I saw that there were loads of Mum’s (and the odd Dad!), all of whom had no qualms blogging about the stuff that the “Proper” parenting guide books would never mention. I felt at ease there, and soon started looking in on Blogs regularly.

It got my writing juices flowing, and soon, I had decided to resurrect the blog, and so set up an account with Blogger, and so at the end of June last year, The Life of the Twenty Something Mum was born. It didnt take long to get followers, and comments, and even the odd blog award. At the same time, the curiosity of others blogs who had commented on mine meant I built up quite a good network.

So why Blog? Why not just read others?

A few reasons, but the biggest is the desire to be able to show Mini and her little brother Littlest (who is 18 months) to have a good record of what they got up to. That they will be able to see in years to come that people internationally used to read in on their sheninigans is even better. That they will probably cringe and shout “Mummmmmmm” at me is something I slyly can’t wait for!

An excellent example was Littler’s first birthday, when I blogged about his first 4 months being spent in a Neo Natal unit. I didn’t make it into a made for guide book fairy story- I told the truth, even the really awful bits. However, the comment’s we received as a family on that post brought me to tears, they were so kind.

Thats one thing I always do, I always tell the truth, elsewise what is the point? I am not Bree Van Der Kamp, nor am I Annabel Karmel (the fact I burn water will vouch for that small point) I am very much a slummy rather than yummy mummy, and proud! I can spot a blog which is written to sound like a Good House Keeping guide, and those go on the list of blogs I think are pap. I write about everything, from potty training my child and her reluctance to actually go along with sitting on the potty, to my partners nephew leaving his pants in my hallway (now thats made you want to read!), not very many topics are off topic for discussion, and I hope this honesty is why people read my blog regularly.

Yes honesty has sometimes got me and big gob in trouble, but again, unless I am proved wrong, which happens(!) and I apologise, I generally stand by what I write, and if I happen to upset people in the blogsphere by doing that, then thats unfortunate, but I shrug, keep calm and carry on. See told you I was the Mouthy One.

I love that others can come to me when they feel down, or left out, or that they can read my account of a not so perfect parent and think, “hmm, you know what, I’m glad I’m not the only one”.

As someone who suffered from Post Natal Depression, purely because I thought I had to be like the Mum’s in a parenting guide, so much so that I would plot weekly whether my first child was meeting the pre-set in stone milestones, and get depressed to the point of abjact misery if she didn’t, this makes my day.

I always say this-

“Rejoice that you have given the world a gift of a child, now stand tall, shoulders back, and watch them grow”.

That and the only good thing for (smug) Parenting Guides? Well, with heating bills going up, they make good kindling for an open fire…….

If you like this, and want to read more about Mini, Littlest, Elder and, well, me, you’re very welcome at the blog.