tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593841840613356812024-02-19T09:10:53.554-08:00Restless MamaSingle motherhood, Bambino-isms, and other random jazz that this lady fancies.Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.comBlogger322125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-77524776163625057372010-12-07T16:00:00.001-08:002010-12-07T16:00:37.943-08:00Untitled<div class='posterous_autopost'>Test <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://ping.fm/">Ping.fm</a></div> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://restlessmama.posterous.com/35665626">restlessmama's posterous</a> </p> </div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-23724020491514122072010-11-08T12:47:00.001-08:002010-11-08T12:47:53.617-08:00Fw: LinkedIn Spamming - SO SORRY!<div class='posterous_autopost'><div style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /><p /><p style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif;">Aljolynn Sperber</p><p style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif;">Account Executive</p><p>Marketing Maven Public Relations <br />Phone: (978) 412-5068<br />Fax: (805) 388-5292 <br /><a href="mailto:aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com" class="core_button_normal" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif;">aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com</a><br /><a href="https://webmailcluster.perfora.net/xml/webmail/mailContent;jsessionid=E71F3356EC3B8CE22C0089165B6FA032.TC136a#" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif;">www.MarketingMavenPR.com</a> <br />Twitter: @MarketingMaven2 <br /></p><p> </p><p /><div style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /><div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;">----- Forwarded Message ----<br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">From:</span></b> Aljolynn Sperber <<a href="mailto:aljolynnsperber@yahoo.com">aljolynnsperber@yahoo.com</a>><br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sent:</span></b> Mon, November 8, 2010 12:46:51 PM<br /><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Subject:</span></b> LinkedIn Spamming - SO SORRY!<p /> <div style="font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Hello everyone,<p />Apparently, my LinkedIn account is sending out SPAM invitations. I apologize for any spam that is clogging up your inbox, I am trying to resolve this and have changed my account settings and passwords in the hopes to stop this.<p />I'm not sure what happened but I am very sorry for any inconvenience and/or stress this may have caused. I just found out how to "Withdraw" the requests and am going through each e-mail sent to do so.<p />My sincerest apologies,<br />Aljolynn<br /><p /><br /></div><br /> </div></div> </div> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://restlessmama.posterous.com/fw-linkedin-spamming-so-sorry">restlessmama's posterous</a> </p> </div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-2173102943825045132010-09-13T21:37:00.000-07:002010-09-13T21:41:41.041-07:00We've MOVED!and soon I'll be getting my own domain.<br /><br />I'm done with Blogger, it's been great but I just wanted to have a fun looking blog without having to hire the talents of a designer. So I just moved EVERYTHING from here to Tumblr.<br /><br />I'll leave this here for a while but will delete this page completely in the future.<br /><br />Everything is now at <a href="http://therestlessmama.tumblr.com/">the new Restless Mama & the Mancub page</a>. That will be an entirely personal blog with updates on the happenings of our lives. I'll soon start another blog with the things that fascinate me; politics, art, culture, design, technology and other fun social media geeky jazz.<br /><br />You can leave comments on my new page.<br /><br />Check it out. It's fun, it's me, it's happy!Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-29559181852027675202010-09-05T10:59:00.001-07:002010-09-05T10:59:55.985-07:00Yellow Tape<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm updating this crib so just bare with me. </span><br /></div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-61951162707797909942010-09-04T00:00:00.000-07:002010-09-04T20:45:57.960-07:00How it's been goingNow that the Mancub and I are back on the Island it means that we are no longer with my parents, in Seattle, near my besties and Mr. Fella. I have so much to share and will do throughout the next week along with dedicated posts to the Mancub for his birthday month. Can you believe he's going to be TWO?!?!?!?!?!?! Wow.<br /><br />But right now, I want to share a bit about Mr. Fella.<br /><br />Mr. Fella.....<br /><br />Here's a list as to why I am head over heels over this fella (in no particular order):<br /><ul><li>His man voice, it makes me purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr;</li><li>His laugh and reasons why he laughs. He has the most contagious laugh and he will burst with laughter at the most simplest thing. It's adorable and as I mentioned before contagious. We can have a whole telephone conversation where all we do is laugh and our conversations last longer than an hour most of the time;</li><li>He's super easy to talk with;</li><li>He listens;</li><li>He has values, principles and standards and does not falter from them;</li><li>He wanted to meet the Mancub and hoped that my little man would like him...how cute! It just shows that he someday wants a family;</li><li>He's a nature man but can still do the city too;</li><li>When it comes to relationships, he wants a partnership;<br /></li><li>He's motivated and follows through; and<br /></li><li>His man hands - I want to hold them.</li></ul>He's a man. A real man. He works with his hands which I've always found super sexy in a man and he has a brain. Not that men who work with their hands don't, it's just that he does and it's super sexy. I feel like he could challenge me intellectually which is important because I can get bored with a man even if he's super hot and manly looking. If he doesn't use that brain, I lose interest pretty quick.<br /><br />While Mr. Fella and I are still talking and texting we are not a couple. We like each other. Enjoy talking with each other. And while I would love to go for a long distance relationship, he wants his partner to be present; in the same vicinity. I respect that whole heartedly. So, we're just talking. Texting. And I adore him more and more each day.<br /><br />I miss him. And we only saw each other twice while we were in Seattle but I sure do miss him. I'm not sure where things will go. He knows that I am available for him and only him. How often are you able to find someone that you're able to have a real connection with? Be attracted to?<br /><br />A few people have suggested that Mancub and I return to Seattle to live there, so Mr. Fella and I can be together. That idea makes me puke. Not because Mr. Fella makes me puke but because doing something, changing my life for a man isn't me. The only man that I'm going to turn my life around for is the Mancub.<br /><br />Even though I feel as though I could spend the rest of my life getting to know Mr. Fella, my priority is to do what's going to be best for Mancub and me. What's going to make us happy? What will make us feel fulfilled? What's going to make us thrive? What situation is going to work best for me and Mancub? Those are the most important questions to be answered right now.<br /><br />Anything or anyone else is secondary.<br /><br />So for now, Mr. Fella and I are talking. Enjoying our conversations and texts. <-- Indeed! I'm texting. How bizarre. <div style="text-align: center;">I'm just enjoying getting to know him.<br /></div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-64182396064737971382010-08-20T22:40:00.000-07:002010-08-21T09:54:30.971-07:00How it went....I'll try to make this quick:<br /><br />Meeting up with Mr. Fella with the Mancub in tow was nice, interesting and I wouldn't do it again - at least not in the near future.<br /><br />Here's why:<br /><ul><li>Whenever the Mancub is with me, my attention is constantly referring to him making it damn near impossible to concentrate on anything else;</li><li>This leads to me not being the best conversationalist because I am constantly distracted by but focused on the Mancub;</li><li>I'm not used to the Mancub and I having an extra person around who I'm romantically interested in, which made me feel a little awkward;<br /></li><li>This my friends does not make for a good first date/first time we've hung out since EVER even though we went to high school together and knew each other.</li></ul>So even tough we've known each other for over 10 years we hadn't seen each other since maybe one time after high school graduation. It wasn't exactly as though I was meeting up with an old friend with the Mancub, I was meeting up with someone that I am attracted to and think dirty thoughts about. I won't be making that mistake again.<br /><br />Other than that, it was a great day. There were laughs, I got to know more about him, he's still swoon-worthy in my eyes. We went to the Pacific Science Center, walked around Seattle Center, watched and sat by the <a href="http://www.seattlecenter.com/events/location/detail.asp?VE_VenueNum=244">International Fountain</a>, watched a train & went promenading at the <a href="http://www.seattleartmuseum.org/visit/osp/">Olympic Sculpture Park</a>. Mr. Fella was super sweet and played with the Mancub throughout our time together, which was also a little weird for me as well because I'm not used to men who aren't relatives hanging out with Mancub. But it was mostly sweet. I loved watching the Mancub run around the Tot Area in the PSC - he loooooves water so he spent a lot of time splashing around there. The end of the day was rapid, we were in a drop off zone and cars were driving quickly, he was trying to help me unload, I was trying to unstrap the Mancub so we could catch the ferry on time that all we did was a swift hug and a, "Maybe we can do this again before you leave."<br /><br />Dudes, I wanted a kiss soooooooooo badly because he looked good and smelled, oh so yummy! My pheromones were bubbling just a wee bit. But how awkward of a situation is that for him? It's our first time hanging out, first time seeing me since high school and I don't look the same as I did back then, first time meeting the Mancub during our first time hanging out - ummmm...even I would question to kiss a single dad in front of his kid.<br /><br />I asked him if he'd like to hang out Monday evening sans Mancub, that's a maybe.....<br /><br />So now, the fella is camping.<br /><br />We've had some fun banter via text since yesterday but we'll see.<br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3naHw5ct60g">"I'm breezy.</a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3naHw5ct60g">"</a>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-52351604240180328482010-08-17T21:21:00.000-07:002010-08-17T22:21:58.641-07:00A FellaHellllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooo internet peeps! Most of you who read this blog are friends with me on Facebook and Twitter. My Facebook folks are kind of in on a secret that my Twitter tats aren't. <br /><br />I've got a crush! It's MAJOR and I like it. <br /><br />How it happened?<br /><br />A few weeks ago, I decided that I would pounce at everyone who was online on Facebook. I ended up chatting with a few folks from high school and college, catching up on the years gone by. One of them was a fella from high school, who we shall name Mr. Fella. He and I ended up chatting for three or four hours! That is a long ass time for anyone to be on the internet chatting with someone. But it didn't feel like it. Though the conversation was a bit oddball, it just flowed naturally. As if we'd been friends forever. <br /><br />But, honestly, I didn't think we'd talk again. I thought of it as a nice time to catch up with an old classmate. <br /><br />A week later, he pounced at me on Facebook and we chatted again. For a long time. About nothing and everything. And then, I gave him my phone number. I'll admit, it was so we could send each other dirty little messages because we flirted like that on Facebook and OH. MY. GOD! I read like a Facebook hooker. Oh well. But this fella was all about the classy. He was not interested in the dirty little messages since we had only conversed twice. What a gentleman! Wrote that gesture in my notebook. <br /><br />So we sent text messages to each other for a few days. Then I ballsed up and we had a phone conversation, like the people did in the old days. We picked up the phone, dialed a phone number, one of us answered and we SPOKE INTO THE PHONE. Amazing! Do people still do that? We talked on the phone for two hours. Two. Hours. On the phone with a fella. Do people still do THAT? Seriously, who does that anymore? Unless if they're your best friend. <br /><br />Anyway, we've been texting and talking for two hours almost everyday since the Mancub and I left for our August adventure. I love, love, loooooooooooove talking to this man. He listens, he laughs at my corny-ass jokes, he is caring, he participates in the conversation, he pokes fun at me in the most gentle way, he has a sexy man voice, he is lovely. I love that we both look forward to talking with each other. This guy is swoon-worthy. I'm swooning. <br /><br />People, I haven't swooned since Mr. Perfect, who we'll now call The Pioneer. That was seven years ago. It's been SEVEN (7) years since I've had a real, makes my cheeks rosy, gets me giddy crush. And I'm crushing hard.<br /><br />He's the sort of fella that you can see yourself in a relationship with. Dare I even say, spend a life with. We're not there yet. We haven't even established anything, other than we really enjoy talking with each other. But that's the sort of man he is, the kind you marry. <br /><br />While he's that type of fella, I'm just enjoying this feeling, knowing that I can feel like this and talking with him; getting to know him. I'm in no rush for anything since he's a Washington man and the Mancub and I will soon be California people. Oh yeah, we'll be moving to So-Cal so I can be closer to work. More on that at a later date. So who knows where this will go and I'm just fine with that. <br /><br />So that's the scoop right now. We'll be hanging out later this week and most likely with the Mancub in tow. And do you know what he said during one of our first conversations? <br /><br />"I hope the Mancub likes me when he meets me." <br /><br />And then my heart burst into a million pieces. <br /><br />Who doesn't swoon over a fella like that?Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-19839441678307806092010-07-08T01:38:00.000-07:002010-07-08T01:58:13.460-07:00The Cracked HumidifierThis evening I was trying to put together the humidifier so that the Mancub could breathe easier while his allergies attack him at night. All I wanted to do was put the humidifier together and provide some comfort for the little man. He cried a couple of times last night because all he wanted to do was sleep and suck on his pacifier but he couldn't because if he sucked on his pacifier then he couldnt' breathe.<br /><br />So all I wanted to do tonight was make it so that he could sleep easy. But that wasn't going to happen.<br /><br />I grabbed the humidifier from the linen closet, plugged in the base, poured in the menthol oil and went to put in the water. After I put water in the humidifier it and turned it right side up it started to leak. Water went everywhere. I almost slipped but my groin stretched a bit much when I turned around. While I was trying to find out what the issue was, water dripped onto my face and well menthol flavored water doesn't feel good on the eyes.<br /><br />During this I was trying to warm up the water for the Mancub's shower so that he could have a pre-relief before bed. I was warming him up for a comfortable night of sleep. Or so I thought.<br /><br />So the shower is running, the Mancub is in the other room protesting his shower time and the water from the humidifier is all over the bathroom floor.<br /><br />Usually, USUALLY I can laugh at myself and not think much more of the situation. It's one of those situations that happens to all parents, it's comical from the outside and for the involved party at times. But tonight wasn't one of those nights.<br /><br />When I came out to the living room to get the Mancub my laptop was on the floor and his toys were surrounding it and he had his milk in his hands. Who knows what he was about to do and what he had done to the laptop. And again, the water was running in the shower and there was water all over the floor.<br /><br />How could this not be comical?<br /><br />Except, I haven't had anyone to talk with in the past few days. I'm feeling lonely. Stressed from work. Stressed over my financial situation. Stressed over our upcoming trip. Stressed over the fact that the Mancub is biting and hitting again at daycare. I'm fucking stressed. And these small things happened tonight? <br /><br />I'm thinking that if I had someone to talk with everyday over these small things, all the big things wouldn't even exist because I would have talked out all the small stressful things. But I don't. I'm in this all on my own and while I'm fine with the whole on my own concept I cannot stand the whole I feel isolated consumption.<br /><br />So instead of laughing off the running and wasted water, the laptop about to be drowned by milk and the humidifier water draining all over the bathroom floor - I had a meltdown. The humidifier was cracked and so had I.<br /><br />The hard thing about having a meltdown, as if having one itself isn't hard enough, is being able to reach out to someone when you're on your own. It's hard because my very bestest friends are single and without children and while they try to be understanding they just can't give those words of comfort that I need. It's also hard because people have lives. While they love and care, it's sometimes hard to listen to someone crying over a cracked humidifier.<br /><br />I don't mind being solo in this remarkable journey called parenthood but at times I just feel so lonely and isolated. Like I can't find anyone who can understand what I'm going through. Sure I have mommy friends but they're all married or in stable relationships. Or if they are single then they have daughters and can't understand what it's like to raise a son. And while I'm grateful for all the people I've met online who are single parents, I just wish that I had more IRL single parent friends or daily companion to talk about my daily jazz.<br /><br />Ya know so I can avoid those cracked humdifiers.<br /><br />P.S. Children's Benadryl works wonders. The Mancub is breathing easy tonight. There's always a solution.Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-21915579288767154752010-06-24T17:18:00.000-07:002010-06-24T21:26:28.555-07:00Are you happy?When I scold you I question if I'm doing it right. I don't want you to grow up thinking that you're incompetent. I sometimes wonder if I'm giving you the correct type of discipline. You are at such a delicate and impressionable stage of life, I sometimes wonder if I'm setting a good enough example for you. Am I yelling to loudly? Am I too strict? Am I too lenient? What is the right balance? Am I putting too much pressure on you to be the perfect toddler? Am I too concerned about what Popi and Tutu are going to think?<br /><br />Are you happy?<br /><br />That is the question that pops in my mind the most. Are you happy? Am I feeding you enough? Does food make you happy? Am I reading to you enough? Does reading a book fulfill your fancy? Am I playing with you enough? Does running around the house make you squeal? Am I hugging and kissing you enough? Do hugs and kisses warm your heart? Am I clothing you well? Does fashion concern you yet? Am I giving you enough music to listen to? Do your ears require constant stimulation? Am I providing you enough emotional stability? Are you happy?<br /><br />You make me happy. You love to wake up with my arms around you and if they're not you crawl over and wrap my arm over your sweet little body and squeeze me hand with your hand. When I read to you, you love to stroke my arm - when you're not tapping the pages and telling me what you see. Lately, you've been wanting to snuggle and when we do you like to stroke my face and flick my nose. You also like to declare that my nose is my nose and not my mouth or eyes. I love to watch you run around the patio in your red rain boots, putting water in your big red bucket and splashing the water all over the patio. I also enjoy and cringe when you drink the water from the hose. You make me so happy.<br /><br />Although I love to watch you sleep I really do love to see you running around chasing the Geckos in the garden, banging your toy golf clubs on the furniture, getting chocolate pudding all over your face, pointing to objects in books, trying to put together a puzzle, living the wonderful life of a curious and loving toddler.<br /><br />You make me smile.<br /><br />When people ask what I think you'll grow up to be or what I hope you'll be (which is sometimes a bit ridiculous because you're not even 2 yet!) I just tell them that I hope you're happy. And when they tell me that I'm a good mother, I'll really only when you're old enough to tell you me that you grew up a happy child and that you're happy with life.<br /><br />So I will always ask myself, "Is the Mancub happy?" And will continue to until you tell me that you are.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Are you happy Mancub?</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object id="vp1hyO7R" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="432" height="240"><param name="movie" value="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1277439970&f=hyO7R0Rcqhy27lZ0d4CWjg&d=150&m=b&r=w&i=m&options="><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed id="vp1hyO7R" src="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1277439970&f=hyO7R0Rcqhy27lZ0d4CWjg&d=150&m=b&r=w&i=m&options=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="432" height="240"></embed></object></div><p style="text-align: center;">Create your own <a href="http://animoto.com/">video slideshow</a> at animoto.com.</p>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-5797511130058805662010-06-17T15:00:00.001-07:002010-06-17T15:00:32.559-07:00Puzzel(ed)<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/rtuoZ6I3isRyyb20u77NGWPXAF1GuOUnVPt8TRtYCgdN9anI30hDv3PqcGR7/FxCam_1276623568292.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/5BMYGbNvhM6fcsUZ4ronu0CXR7TLA1TvA4bzS4C8dSDaL8FbsVxsGaSZadsp/FxCam_1276623568292.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="333"/></a> <p></p><div style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><p />Aljolynn Sperber<br />Account Executive<br />Marketing Maven Public Relations, Inc.<br />Phone: <a>978.412.5068</a><br />E-mail: <a href="mailto:aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com">aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com</a><br />Website: <a href="http://www.marketingmavenpr.com">www.marketingmavenpr.com</a><br />Twitter: @marketingmaven2<span style="font-size: 14px;"><i><br /></i></span></div> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://restlessmama.posterous.com/puzzeled">restlessmama's posterous</a> </p> </div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-92116915683195593992010-06-17T14:59:00.001-07:002010-06-17T14:59:18.964-07:00How beautiful is my sister=?UTF-8?B?PyBQcmV0dHkgZg==?=reakin' beautiful!<div class='posterous_autopost'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/1H02Wk5kVqIJYU0REVfRAoALM0kTughVKPNkeXDsxJPduR7qbiuqw3CIAjkd/FxCam_1276642881587.jpg" width="480" height="720"/> <p></p><div style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><p />Aljolynn Sperber<br />Account Executive<br />Marketing Maven Public Relations, Inc.<br />Phone: <a>978.412.5068</a><br />E-mail: <a href="mailto:aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com">aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com</a><br />Website: <a href="http://www.marketingmavenpr.com">www.marketingmavenpr.com</a><br />Twitter: @marketingmaven2<span style="font-size: 14px;"><i><br /></i></span></div> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://restlessmama.posterous.com/how-beautiful-is-my-sisterutf-8bpybqcmv0dhkgz">restlessmama's posterous</a> </p> </div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-46190135214295865942010-06-17T14:58:00.001-07:002010-06-17T14:58:34.428-07:00My awesome and geeky brother.<div class='posterous_autopost'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/w9OlALJNUcf8JPpZVNLl6LRwggwhUeUDRRlVL4dgG2XQrDoLLRyiRNuC8AUe/FxCam_1276642758714.jpg" width="480" height="720"/> <p></p><div style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><p />Aljolynn Sperber<br />Account Executive<br />Marketing Maven Public Relations, Inc.<br />Phone: <a>978.412.5068</a><br />E-mail: <a href="mailto:aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com">aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com</a><br />Website: <a href="http://www.marketingmavenpr.com">www.marketingmavenpr.com</a><br />Twitter: @marketingmaven2<span style="font-size: 14px;"><i><br /></i></span></div> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://restlessmama.posterous.com/my-awesome-and-geeky-brother">restlessmama's posterous</a> </p> </div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-15749035405887475472010-06-17T14:56:00.003-07:002010-06-17T14:56:46.303-07:00Love and a bottle.<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/hXaQcWPtgJ3Zl6UGuFaQhYpGWuEF86IgdpuiTpKZiHIjjuvUUw9OATPXfNGk/FxCam_1276664735701.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/JMwjPYQqim0XazNWbmEENMnkFf84xgYPyYeGp6RyFlbu60o638bDCE6z5TbS/FxCam_1276664735701.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="333"/></a> <p></p><div style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><p />Aljolynn Sperber<br />Account Executive<br />Marketing Maven Public Relations, Inc.<br />Phone: <a>978.412.5068</a><br />E-mail: <a href="mailto:aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com">aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com</a><br />Website: <a href="http://www.marketingmavenpr.com">www.marketingmavenpr.com</a><br />Twitter: @marketingmaven2<span style="font-size: 14px;"><i><br /></i></span></div> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://restlessmama.posterous.com/love-and-a-bottle">restlessmama's posterous</a> </p> </div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-22723925248585702972010-06-17T14:56:00.001-07:002010-06-17T14:56:35.289-07:00The cute Mancub and his boots.<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/2gtO4BvCHGODj0VMyXs7HYVEpugPIr6Jgyyxs9OljX4C34I7St7vp4Wo4I3Q/FxCam_1276810611616.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/z54MJjvJQ7F7juRgksxshM8HOUA8TJlrbCXGEdm7YVVsGD0vJ26mc4DesCe5/FxCam_1276810611616.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="333"/></a> <p></p><div style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><p />Aljolynn Sperber<br />Account Executive<br />Marketing Maven Public Relations, Inc.<br />Phone: <a>978.412.5068</a><br />E-mail: <a href="mailto:aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com">aljolynn@marketingmavenpr.com</a><br />Website: <a href="http://www.marketingmavenpr.com">www.marketingmavenpr.com</a><br />Twitter: @marketingmaven2<span style="font-size: 14px;"><i><br /></i></span></div> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://restlessmama.posterous.com/the-cute-mancub-and-his-boots">restlessmama's posterous</a> </p> </div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-23679504680899766062010-06-10T12:42:00.000-07:002010-06-10T12:42:46.841-07:00VEVO - FIFA World Cup Kick-Off Celebration ConcertWho's ready for the World Cup?!?!?!?!?!?!?!<br /><br /><a href="http://worldcup.vevo.com/">VEVO - FIFA World Cup Kick-Off Celebration Concert</a><br /><br /><img src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n120/dragonfly101201/Ally-Siggy.png" /><br /><img src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n120/dragonfly101201/Megan-Post-Dividers-1.png" />Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-20064089922314269252010-06-10T12:41:00.001-07:002010-06-10T12:41:19.604-07:00VEVO - FIFA World Cup Kick-Off Celebration Concert<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class="posterous_bookmarklet_entry"> <object name="VideoPlayer" height="281" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="500"> <param name="movie" value="http://akamai.dl.incitedevents.com/tremolo/vevo/VideoPlayer.swf" /> <param name="FlashVars" value="configUrl=http://akamai.dl.incitedevents.com/tremolo/vevo/assets/config.xml" /> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /> <param name="bgcolor" value="#1e1e1e" /> <param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always" /> <param name="wmode" value="transparent" /> <param name="quality" value="high" /> --> <object data="http://akamai.dl.incitedevents.com/tremolo/vevo/VideoPlayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="281" width="500"> <param name="FlashVars" value="configUrl=http://akamai.dl.incitedevents.com/tremolo/vevo/assets/config.xml" /> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /> <param name="bgcolor" value="#1e1e1e" /> <param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always" /> <param name="wmode" value="transparent" /> <param name="quality" value="high" /> <img src="/Assets/img/player-alternative.jpg" height="480" alt="concert-splash" /> --> </object> </object> <div class="posterous_quote_citation">via <a href="http://worldcup.vevo.com/">worldcup.vevo.com</a></div> <p>What I'm watching right now.</p></div> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via web</a> from <a href="http://restlessmama.posterous.com/vevo-fifa-world-cup-kick-off-celebration-conc">restlessmama's posterous</a> </p> </div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-45137461649235034532010-06-09T12:38:00.000-07:002010-06-09T12:41:26.916-07:00Adoption StoryCheck it out, I'll be talking about my adoption today on <a href="http://www.momtv.com">MomTV.com</a> with Melissa of Adoption Angels. <br /><br />Here's Melissa's blog link: <a href="http://www.ourfullcircle.com/2010/06/aloha-from-momtvs-adoption-angles.html">http://www.ourfullcircle.com/2010/06/aloha-from-momtvs-adoption-angles.html</a><br /><br />Here's the link to the show which will be airing today, June 9 at 9:00 pm EST, 6:00 pm PST and 3:00 pm Hawai'i time: <a href="http://www.momtv.com/adoptionangles.html">http://www.momtv.com/adoptionangles.html</a><br /><br />Do you know about the common Hawaiian practice termed Hanai? <br /><br />Tune in to find out!Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-29009780433823127042010-05-27T15:10:00.000-07:002010-05-27T16:25:22.343-07:00I'm not in love, I just want to be touched.<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zPLIoJInC0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zPLIoJInC0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><br />In a <a href="http://therestlessmama.blogspot.com/2010/05/annoying-post-with-random-updates-and.html">few posts back</a> I mentioned that I had been intimate with a fella. I had stated that it had been amazing and it was...the first time. It had been two years and well I'm pretty sure that after a two-year celibattical (I meant to spell it that way) sex would be pretty amazing. It was good enough that the next day I sent a text to my best friend telling her that "I had sex!" And she gave me a text high-five.<br /><br />The guy was all man and I looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooved it. He took total control. He pulled me in for a kiss and I was hooked from there. He wanted to make sure I was having a good time which was a nice change from how the Mancub's father went about our intimate moments. Don't get me wrong those were great times but it was all about him. Where with this guy it was for the both of us. He even reached out for my hand afterwards - even when I pulled away right after he said, "Don't treat me like a piece of meat, Al". It was nice. He was nice.<br /><br />The second time wasn't as great as the first time but it was still great. And that was it. Just twice. Which is good enough for me. I guess. But it isn't. I want more but I stopped it. My libido is back in full swing and I no longer have a mans to tone it down - just a bit. But that's what exercise is for, right? Except I'm not exercising. I'm EATING instead! Bah!<br /><br />Anyway, how'd it all start? Well, we've known each other for a while...since after the Mancub's first birthday. I never thought much about him. I just thought of him as that tall guy with the long hair. But then he started flirting with me a few months back - like February? But I didn't flirt back because he had a girlfriend and well I just don't roll like that. Remember my rules? No romance with coworkers and romantically involved men, ESPECIALLY the married sort.<br /><br />For some reason the past two years romantically involved men just seem to think it's OK to hit on me. That a whole other story.<br /><br />Anyway, one night he was flirting through text - oh yeah that's totally lame by the way, I think that's why it took me a while to consider returning the gesture - and I decided to just go with the flow. After enjoying a few drinks with my friends that is. Why did I need some fermented help? Because I'm still carrying my baby weight and the dude is cute and has tattoos! Tattoos!!!!!!!!!! So why would fit, good looking, tattoo fella be interested in chubby single mama, me?<br /><br />I sent him a text back.<br /><br />Perhaps we could've gone on more but the situation was just too complicated and I don't need anymore complications in my life. He's a single dad. I'm a single mom. He's not sure what's going on with his <span style="font-style: italic;">dead end </span>relationship (he claims that they're not together but they still live together, oh and I saw them driving together yesterday and noticed he was trying to be sneaky - that's right I saw you dude! Ugh, that makes me sound like a crazy person. It's cool I'll take the title for a moment), he's trying to figure out what he's going to do with his life and I just don't have time for that. Plus, I think he's just a bit too flaky for my taste.<br /><br />I'm at a point where I'm really happy with where I am in life. I know what direction I'm headed in my career. The Mancub and I are happy as a two person family. And I'm enjoying soccer and trying to get back into shape. Although, I could stand to not eat my feelings when I'm feeling....<span style="font-style: italic;">jazzy. </span>Anyway, I just know who I am and don't really have time for any type of bullshit.<br /><br />So I stopped it. Though sometimes I wish I hadn't only because I'd like to be touched. Or maybe even snuggled by man arms. I wouldn't mind having him as a Maintenance Man but it would be nice if it were someone a bit more stable. Anyway, not my ideal way of reentering the dating world but it's still not that bad of a reintroduction into the world of dating, intimacy and sex. It was nice to be intimate with someone and have someone in my bed to talk about adult things. He was nice enough to do that too, talk afterwards. It was a nice post-coitus act, we were able to be intimate with each other after being intimate. Yeah, not too shabby of a reintroduction at all.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We'll see how the rest of the journey goes.<br /></div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-40066277315257359222010-05-27T00:40:00.000-07:002010-05-27T01:09:37.793-07:00Happy Restlessness<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhu5a-lxjL4y7Pbp2xxvpJg3gMi6LNhQKEkC0KBh3en_eH5_9DyK3lQMSgNZxTSVMVYrOtAx04sgZ6VgdEbO_C3s5x3OX9dAXUpD7V1bOUn8SziJWdgtRnvWJGjiD3SuYDMJ9eHABhPY8/s1600/DSC_0484.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhu5a-lxjL4y7Pbp2xxvpJg3gMi6LNhQKEkC0KBh3en_eH5_9DyK3lQMSgNZxTSVMVYrOtAx04sgZ6VgdEbO_C3s5x3OX9dAXUpD7V1bOUn8SziJWdgtRnvWJGjiD3SuYDMJ9eHABhPY8/s400/DSC_0484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475858157919021298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Doesn't do us justice but that's how we roll really. I carry him while he wraps his little body around me. In Hawai'i we call lil' critters like that opihis (oh-pee-hee). I love that he's still a little opihi.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br />So you know how I had announced that we will be moving back to the Seattle area in July? And then I changed it to later in the year.<br /><br />How about we say that we're enjoying our time in Hawai'i, we miss the folks we love on the mainland and that one day, some day we'll get back to the continental USA. But right now? Right now we're having a good time in Hawai'i so we'll stay for however long.<br /><br />And as far as Seattle? Who knows. I'd love for it to be Seattle so the Mancub can grow up around his Popi and Tutu but LA sounds nice too. We'd move there so I can work with the team in LA. Or moving back to Boston, my city and love. Indeed, I grew up in Seattle but Boston is my city, my homie, my main lady. I know that city like the back of my hand, with all the aimless walking that I did. Although, who wants to deal with that summer humidity? Maybe Spokane where the rent is cheap, the green initiative is intense and still close enough to visit the grandparents once or twice a month.<br /><br />Who knows. For all I know we could stay here on the island for another two years.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I leave it all up to the wind.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">But how great is it that I'm finally happy with where I am? I hate to swear on this blog but it's fucking fabulous! Finally.<br /><br />Of course I'm still restless, of course, but happy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Happy restlessness.</span><br /></div></div></div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-73793923117463607842010-05-12T13:07:00.001-07:002010-05-12T13:07:13.568-07:00The feisty Mancub and his chalk<div class='posterous_autopost'> <p><a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/cwbvV15d3WMMXGMP51NEx9MtawjGl78D1IdJxYlVyFntOe7HnuaqrTXDMGC5/rawr.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/PtmBRWZSJhkSQ3WnKgqGEIOgwWMJNmxtWLR3VOSH8e71fRTd7YHV6KSwDWH1/rawr.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="332"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/QnL0Y7UTSVt1UqtrfPXXkpgL9AjySwlRKWrrwe6rocOckjUVJSysl9nltKf2/chalk_face.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/pMTdNsPDIufjKPfKvQaPAnU9M1yAYudKNfJHcymDIEAQKVD3CRZpfGD3rTnV/chalk_face.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="332"/></a> <a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/QBODVswzuZ6IjLFINsy85LuHLyBohWgT5NL2ERTr3wcUc5AClyGFRj8XzKHP/feisty_mancub.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg'><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/zhcmHtymdmZNrlc6p9Ohr13ZKLlXjI2t2Nh18i8U0iKzpu8ZR1osWY7HzGjy/feisty_mancub.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="332"/></a> <div><a href='http://restlessmama.posterous.com/the-feisty-mancub-and-his-chalk'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://restlessmama.posterous.com/the-feisty-mancub-and-his-chalk">restlessmama's posterous</a> </p> </div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-24222441657816055242010-05-11T10:06:00.001-07:002010-05-11T11:14:41.606-07:00What I'm currently working on...<a href="http://s911.photobucket.com/albums/ac319/restlessmama/?action=view&current=91a0fb9b.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i911.photobucket.com/albums/ac319/restlessmama/91a0fb9b.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div class="posterous_autopost"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/RxXUHGwKFGYZAEEgTOddsChG9LuCgAdqoh9LmNyhIohMRdAK966wxU1gvDDx/maiki_3.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/ijPsfuZtHzxIz0IggfXKmbUSDQvyTPJ7S7Ad0UnbQ6LGg4oDYrg56EGEiW8H/maiki_3.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="332" /></a></div> <p></p><div face="tahoma,new york,times,serif" size="10pt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><ul><li>I bought my goal dress; a size 9 (8/10). I'm hoping I can reach my goal weight and size by the end of the year. I'm also hoping that I'll be at least one size smaller by my 27th birthday.</li><li>Senior photos for my friend's daughter. It was so much fun photographing her, she's so pretty! I'll share more after my friend picks out her photos. We shot at Kekela Beach or as Google Map says, Kuulolio Beach Park. I'd like to thank the Mormons; Sister Stringer who found my phone when I dropped it at the park, thankfully they were cleaning the park (courtesy of BYU students and wards). I seriously love Mormons! Lots of friends from my hometown are Mormons - super, super, super, sooooooooooper nice people!</li><li>In about twenty minutes I'll be calling San Francisco and East Coast TV Networks to get some placement for <a href="http://www.waterworkshealth.com/">WaterWorks</a>.</li></ul>Plus more but that's just a preview of what's going on over here on the island.<p style="text-align: center;">It's a busy day in the neighborhood.</p></div></div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-82304622996697681222010-05-07T11:21:00.000-07:002010-05-07T11:57:37.591-07:00The annoying post with random updates and tidbits<div style="text-align: center;">***This might be a long one.***<br /></div><br />It's been about a month since I posted something about what's going on in the lives of the Mancub and me. So here a few bullet points (some of these points may be paragraphs - DEAL):<br /><br /><ul><li>I think I already shared with you all that my mama came to visit me and the Mancub in March which made me joyful and homesick - <a href="http://therestlessmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/freedom-in-two-week-notice.html">leading to me announcing that we would be moving back to Seattle in July</a>. <br /></li><li>I'm not sure that we'll be moving back to Seattle until the end of the year now. With July quickly approaching and me not having the sufficient savings that I'd like the date just seemed to be too soon.</li><li>The Mancub is starting to use his words!!! Which is exciting for me since I was a total freak about his speech development but like his pediatrician said - "all kids are different and development in their own time." To add he also read to me his favorite night time book, "Good Night Seattle," and by read I mean using the basic words to describe what was going on in each page. For example, "Goodnight Monorail traveling through the Experience Music Project" turns into "Nigh, nigh mo'rail!" How cute is he?!?!?!?!</li><li>The Mancub is ALL BOY! Allllllllll boy! He throws his toys all over the living room, gets dirty in the mud, runs around in the rain, smears food on the table and his hair, bites me when he's excited, and likes to make a big splash in the bathtub. He's all boy and I'm loving it! <br /></li><li>I'm currently obsessed with <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wire </span>courtesy of the Mancub's godfather Uncle P-Diddy. <br /></li><li>I'm also a little obsessed with listening to Nina Simone while I work.</li><li>Speaking of work - I'm loving my new job!!!!! I was able to get a TV placement for two clients in my first month of working full time. Though I'm still trying to find the balance of working from home and lifestyle but I've always been a bit of a workaholic anyway. I guess it is expected to be worse working from home, ay? <br /></li><li>Though I love what I'm doing I do notice that I'm still not able to pay more attention to this blog as I would like BUT I'm still contributing to the social media world - just more in a PR role than a blogger role. It's a balancing act as well.</li><li>This one is personal and perhaps TMI but I was intimate with a man for the first time in TWO YEARS! This one may need a post of its own but I was debating even sharing this information in our current sharing overload society but it's a part of my life and single womanhood - so there ya go. Now that I'm done justifying my sharing this information let me tell you a little bit about it. We're no longer intimate with each other due to the complicated situation but our intimate moments were amazing. He made me feel like a woman again and I'm very thankful to him for that. He took total control of the moments and made me feel sexy and beautiful inside and out. He reached out to hold my hand and cuddle and went straight into conversations about life - very rare to find in a man. Actually I hadn't experienced that since my first love/ex-boyfriend. Again, I'm thankful to him for letting me feel like a desired woman. Oh and he doesn't know about this blog...I think.</li><li>Some family jazz - my brother is an amazing and talented teenager and will be graduating from high school next weekend. I'm confident that he will be changing we watch movies. My sister did her first Model UN at Harvard this Winter and LOVED it. I'm thinking she'll either be making changes in the world by taking part in policy changes or in the classroom, inspiring other hopeful Poli-Sci majors. <br /></li><li>Other family jazz - I was contacted by my biological father's side of the family; sisters, cousins, aunts, etc. The plan was to meet up with two of the sisters for lunch this week but that fell through but I was relieved for that. I'm not sure I'm ready to meet them yet. This deserves its own post as well. <br /></li><li>Right now an old friend is visiting me from New Mexico. I haven't been the best host but he's a big boy and has been able to run around the island while I work on a few projects. Though we were able to go hiking together yesterday which was nice. The Mancub loves hiking (or getting carried in the backpack carrier while I <span style="font-style: italic;">heave ho</span> up the hill). I love that loves being out in nature! Hopefully tomorrow will be a saving grace - we'll be going to the North Shore for a photo shoot for my friend and then picnic at the beach afterwards. <br /></li><li>Next week my friend/boss and two interns will be coming to the island for some training - looking forward to meeting Gabby and Rebecca and seeing Lindsey again. Need PR? Check us out at <a href="http://www.marketingmavenpr.com">Marketing Maven Public Relations</a>. We specialize in lifestyle and consumer publicity but I'm also looking into a few digital and clean technology companies as well - since those are my two passions. Shameless, I know. <br /></li><li>OH!!! I went out with my friends for the first time a few weeks ago. We hung out at Chinatown's <span style="font-style: italic;">Murphy's Bar & Grille. </span>I was able to drink and speak adult talk in Honolulu. Not at a girl's night at someone's house where we could bring kids. It was a kid-free night! And it was beautiful. Though I did talk about the Mancub a lot but he's my life so that's just how I roll. We'll be going out tomorrow night too - sans kiddos. <br /></li><li>And lastly I will be working on my <a href="http://therestlessmama.blogspot.com/2010/05/mission-27-things-to-do-before-i-turn.html">27 Things to do Before I Turn 27 list</a> full throttle starting next week. Wish me luck!</li></ul>Man that was boring but that's what's been going on in life. Work, Mancub, figuring out how much more I need to save for Seattle, and other jazz.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What's going on with you fine folk?<br /></div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-46776789083149414492010-05-05T23:13:00.001-07:002010-05-05T23:29:07.072-07:00Mission: 27 Things to do before I turn 27<span style="font-family: times new roman;">Back in October 2009 I published a simple post listing </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://therestlessmama.blogspot.com/2009/10/27-things.html">27 things to do before I turn 27</a><span style="font-family: times new roman;">. That was how many months ago? SEVEN MONTHS AGO!!! Guess when my birthday is.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" >June 20.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >I am now a woman with a mission. To complete at least 90% of what is on that list so that is </span><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;">24 things to complete before June 20, my 27th birthday. Think I can do it? Well I've already found peace with my present, made new friends, and cooked a big meal for friends. So that's 3 down and only 21 more to go. I could've stalked George Clooney while he was on island filming a movie but chickened out or perhaps had my head screwed on right. I know a couple of my friends would say that I chickened out. Oh well, not too concerned with that one. It'd be great if I could Christen the Mancub before I turn 27 but I think that takes planning and I don't know if I have the kind of talent. <br /><br />The most important one I've already achieved and that's peace with my present. So the others are bonuses but since I'm competitive (even with myself) I'm thinking I'll try to complete at least 24 of those things. <br /><br />I think the next important things to accomplish would be losing 30 lbs, but only in the healthy way because I'd like to lose that weight so that I can be healthy. Playing soccer helps but I'm thinking if I attempt to take a paddle lesson, learn to surf, take a yoga class, a hula lesson then those would be great steps into the right direction. <br /><br />Paying back my parents would've been lovely but I decided to pay off my other debts first since (thankfully and graciously) my parents don't have interest on their loans. So I'll just keep slowly but surely pay back the 'rents. <br /><br />Anysnooze, I should start blogging/journaling everyday. It's therapeutic. But my writing skills tend to be more lent to work, which I'm loving. Though I haven't obtained five accounts for my new job; <a href="http://www.marketingmavenpr.com">Marketing Maven Public Relations</a>, I have gotten more than five placements for various clients and with my recent TV placement I'm thinking I'm on the right track in a successful career. Which was my point in making the "five accounts for MMPR" goal. <br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;">OK thems the goals and my new mission. What do you think? </span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;"></span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;"><br />Think I can do it?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;"></span></div></div></div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-44482174201672048022010-04-28T09:39:00.000-07:002010-04-28T10:52:02.971-07:00Now Accepting Applications for a Cuddle BuddyOne hundred percent of the time I feel lucky to be a single mom to the most beautiful little manchild. When we get home, it can be just us and it will sound selfish but I don't have to share him with anyone. I'm his all and he is my all.<br /><br />BUT ninety percent of the time do I feel lucky to be a single woman.<br /><br />There are times when I feel drained; mentally, emotionally and physically - like the past 5 days. It's those moments or days that it would be nice to have a partner or just a man to cuddle with. Most of the time I can hold my own but during that 10%, escaping into the arms of a man sound like heaven.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I love to snuggle with the Mancub but he can't really snuggle back in the way that I need sometimes. He can wrap his sweet little arms around my face but I need the arms of a man to engulf me.<br /><br />And friends? Well my gal friends don't want to snuggle me and well I don't really want to snuggle them. Talking with them about what's going on is helpful but I just need a man to wrap his arms around me. And guy friends? Yeah they don't exist here. Or at least I haven't made an effort to meet them because I like my mama friends and finding the time to meet man folk is a bit challenging with the changes I'm going through right now.<br /><br />So with some stuff that's been going on the past several days I could just use a man and his arms. Like my friend Eric. He was the best cuddle buddy EVER! We had a very platonic relationship but people would think that we were a couple, understandably, because we cuddled, held hands and hugged each other in public but we were just friends.<br /><br />It would be nice to have an Eric in my life at this moment but he's on the mainland and I'm on this little island we call <span style="font-style: italic;">Paradise. </span><br /><br />As my friend Megan said, there should be a place where can rent man arms to hold us in our moments of cuddly needs, <span style="font-style: italic;">Hugs for Rent</span>. I agree - though if I had my druthers I prefer the whole man rather than just the arms because it's nice to have a warm body to spoon with. Ahhhh....spooning.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How many other single parents go through this? What do you do about it?</span><br /></div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659384184061335681.post-24449447157461299582010-04-19T21:40:00.001-07:002010-04-19T21:40:04.037-07:00Fun with the webcam<div class='posterous_autopost'><div style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif; font-size: 10pt; color: #000000;">We go from, Check out the webcam Aidan! to <br />I love to give you kisses Aidan. to <br />Mmmm your hair smells yummy... to<br />Smile for the camera or make a funny chewy face...to <br />Mama's going to eat your face!<p />That is love.<br /></div><br /> <p><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/m7KiYGiZFnUgHWiJrPeApMWTjVImVPwApVwntla4NbyuZHNMLMpuem6lyCov/Picture_18.jpg" width="320" height="240"/> <img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/ziqfHhCdYt5heHGYTskhKFNKXIK0Jjc0gDnMNx96QIoufy9zKpOB9f65Gl3u/Picture_10.jpg" width="320" height="240"/> <img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/y91x6DJHJVH6l9WdPbR18mfoCibavHCw5m37E2MPwthqdEPrkD5BwhT0yjvc/Picture_12.jpg" width="320" height="240"/> <img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/A1O2u8SAWwyRoO5v8J23aWNIFgOkzSUB4KHg4sreWWkToInW55tpyA22vvNu/Picture_15.jpg" width="320" height="240"/> <img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/restlessmama/QxwlHQcy1BJGcEGiGSa5daPVKHgNplDh1RymghFJa4hGF3GzD9fCCfr9jIXR/Picture_16.jpg" width="320" height="240"/> <div><a href='http://restlessmama.posterous.com/fun-with-the-webcam'>See and download the full gallery on posterous</a></div></p> <p style="font-size: 10px;"> <a href="http://posterous.com">Posted via email</a> from <a href="http://restlessmama.posterous.com/fun-with-the-webcam">restlessmama's posterous</a> </p> </div>Restless Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04403093913720251706noreply@blogger.com0