Blogging: The Dim Light of the Unspoken Rule  

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If you were wondering, yes, I took down my post about the Little Guy and the drama we went through with his teacher and the principal. Aside from the fact that I felt as if I was being unfairly attacked (I was grateful for all of you who flew to my defense--you guys rock!) I wasn’t comfortable with the whole controversial aspect of it. In fact, as time has gone by, I have started to feel some pains of empathy for my anonymous commentor(s). (I think there were two but by then I was pulling stuff down so fast I didn’t really even read everything thoroughly so I’m not sure.)

The truth is, those who left anonymous comments on that post clearly weren’t familiar with the unspoken rules of blogging and did not, I believe, have any idea how hostile their comments came across to others. Therefore, in hopes that she/they/he? (surely not!) were to drop by again, I am posting some of the unspoken rules that were inadvertently broken. (Just know that I wanted to write these in a fun, snappy way but figured my anonymous commentor might take it as sarcasm.)
Do not post a comment as anonymous unless you want people to immediately assume you have nothing good to say. Bloggists know that flat words on a screen with no known voice or personality to go with it can be interpreted as negative even if they are meant to be neutral or even positive. Identifying yourself says that you have no reason to fear retribution, that you mean no harm and are full of good will which will allow the reader to put your comments in the context of everything else they know about you. (In other words, Dear Anonymous(s), if I had known who you are, I would have been prepared to take your words as they were meant instead of being hurt by them.) (Then again, perhaps not.)

Know the culture of the blog you are reading. Blogdania, bloglandia, the blog o’ sphere, call it what you will, is an inherently positive place where people go to support and encourage one another. In other words, you would never go to someone’s party to which you have been invited and say, “I hate what you’ve done with the place, you chose the wrong color for the walls and this carpet is old and needs to be replaced.” A blog post is a “set piece”, something someone wants to share with others, true, but that is not the same as wishing to invite criticism. Unless a blog is political or controversial in nature, or clearly says “What do you think?” somewhere in the post, they aren’t looking for comments correcting them on the choices they are making. Rather they are looking for validation. If you don’t have it to give, comment on something you can be positive about or just skip it. (This is particularly true of the Mommy Blog culture.)

A blog post is not 100% accurate. A bloggist understands that it is impossible to know the whole story from a blog post. If I were to detail every bit of information that had a bearing on this situation with my son, my post would have taken hours to read. That’s not what blogging is about. This particular blog post was focusing mostly on the aspect of how crazy the world is that a second grader would be perceived as someone who attacks someone with a weapon. Of course there is another side to the story but that doesn’t mean you, dear reader, are in the position to accurately deliver it.

People’s Children Are Off Limits. Certainly you would never walk up to a person and start commenting on how they are performing as a parent. This is especially true online where people are very protective of their kids. Many do not name their children (so naming them in a comment is also a no-no) and some do not blog about their children at all or refrain from posting pictures that show their faces. The fact that I did blog in such detail about my Little Guy shows that I was very upset and was therefore even less open to the detracting comments from an unidentified person.

Know when to stop. If other commentors are having a hard time with what you are saying, it would be wise to simply slink back into the shadows. There were some comments being posted in my defense which, though I agreed with them, might have been too hurtful for someone who had no idea what she was getting into. Like I said, blogdania is a very supportive environment and people get upset when someone they know is getting a dressing-down in public.

All that being said, it is my hope that if you are truly my friend, we can simply forget about it and put it behind us, no questions asked.

In other news: I had my follow up mammogram yesterday which was digital and so a bit different and faster. Just as I was breathing a sigh of relief, the technician informed me that I needed to have an ultrasound and that they were going to fit me in. (Urgent much?) When that was done and I was breathing a sigh of relief, I was informed that the head of the department was going to do another ultrasound (Wha!?!?) which she did and then informed me that the area of concern is a cluster of cysts and no longer a cause of concern. Phew!

Then I walked out into the waiting area to see that my Little Guy was bleeding from a fall he had taken when he and The Spouse were running around outside (they had to wait much longer than expected poor things!) and so we bundled him into the car whereupon my cell rang with the message that my daughter was locked out of the house and the Big Guy would not open the door for her b/c he was stuck in the bathroom without any toilet paper and us still twenty minutes away from home. (You do not want to hear how that story ended).

(Trying to figure out how to home school and boost our income and stay healthy AND blog, my friends . . .please forgive if it takes me a while to figure it all out . . .)

Super Duper Awesome Terrific News!!  

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All the clues you need are in the picture . . .(and there's a clue in the sidebar, too!)
(Thanks everyone for your support with this school situation with my Little Guy. Please know that there is way more to this situation than I have posted--this was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Because of things that did and did not happen this past week, not the least of which is the Little Guy's deteriorating self image and bewilderment at his teacher's refusal to believe his side of the story, we will be home schooling him for the remainder of the school year. Between the happy resolution of these two things, I have decided to celebrate via my favorite vice--chocolate enrobed wheat--woo hoo!)
Okay, so some of you are guessing right and some of you need some help. Two Miss D's equals Miss D Two--as in, it's going to happen. As in, I got the call today, as in, Miss D is going to have a sister. As in, I'm going to have two books in print, two totally different books even though they'll both be about Miss D. She's such a keeper.

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Kitchen Scorned  

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I'd really rather be blogging but . . . aHEM!




Yeah, that. PLUS I'm having unexpected company coming from out of town . . .



and I had best get busy so we'll have a place to sit and eat.


(Note the prominent displayage of the remote controls . . .)

Maybe we should just go out to eat instead.

The inside scoop: Yesterday, I asked my daughter (the so recently suicidal one) how she felt now that I'm not sitting at the computer every time she looks at me (clearly I'm not cleaning, either, so what gives?) and she said: "I feel more loved."
What's an addicted bloggist to do?
P.S. I miss you guys SO much!!!
P.S.S. Remember when I wrote a blog post almost every day and read 100 blogs (almost) every day and wrote a book at the same time? How did I do that?
P.S.S.S. I have tried FOUR times to fix the font size and spacing in this post to no avail. mea culpa.

IT'S BREAST CANCER (awareness month)  

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Saturday afternoon the phone rang. This is rare on any saturday but especially so the weekend of General Conference. Even before I checked the caller I.D I had a premonition it would be a request for a do-over of the mammogram I had had the previous Tuesday. It turns out that it was my healthcare provider calling but it was just a recording informing me that “a prescription that you have ordered has been mailed per your request”.
I had post-traumatic-stress flashbacks from three years ago anyway.

The Flashback: Three years ago I had my very first mammogram. Ever. I was almost 42. The fact that my grandmother, mother and sister have all had (and survived) breast cancer makes my (late) (ish) timing a bit foolish. But I wasn’t worried. When all the “pictures” had been taken and the technician returned to say she needed a retake of the right breast (she claimed I must have moved) (I didn’t) “just in case”, I still wasn’t worried. She was quite pleased with her retake so I was very surprised when she called back a few days later explaining that I needed to come back in for a more thorough mammogram. I was annoyed, but still not worried.

I didn’t worry until a doctor (he didn’t say but I suspect he was an oncologist) called to say (in sepulchral tones) that I needed a biopsy on my right breast and that further information would be coming in the mail. Since I was more than familiar with the fact that I have always (that’s ALWAYS) had a non-malignant mass (or so I’ve been told) in my right breast, I was even more annoyed than worried. However, when I received the glossy photos of women lying face down on an ironing-board style table with a lovely breast-sized hole in it that allowed the doctor to do who-knows-what to your breast while the biopsee (not a real word for those who assume I only use real ones) (I don’t) was blind to the proceedings, I started to consider the possibility that I had breast cancer.

One painful biopsy later (the doctor gave me a shot to kill the pain but he missed the nerve. Yeah. Lovely. Especially since they removed a square half inch of tissue from my breast which is not the least missed considering that dense mass amassed in that same general area) and another mammogram immediately following, there was no cancer at all whatsoever. Each of my annual mammograms I have had since (two) have gone off without a hitch (I try to ignore the gasps of dismay from the technician when she reads my breast-cancer-ridden family history) until Tuesday when the technician cheerily informed me that she had to re-do the right breast. “You must have been breathing or moved when I took the first one.” (I didn’t.)

Speed forward to Monday morning. The phone rang and this time it was my premonition realized—it was Kaiser with the request that I come back in for a more thorough mammogram of the right breast. She softened the blow with the old standby piece of propaganda “You must have moved or something.”

(Ladies, if it has been more than a year since your last mammogram, go and get one and make it sooner than later. You won't be sorry. Okay, maybe you will be but not as sorry as you could be or might be IF . . . )

(For those who think they see symbolism in my photo, doubt not.)