On the 20-Something Blogging Community

I find myself right now in the middle of an interesting discussion on Twitter regarding the state of the 20-Something blogging community, particularly the community as it is defined by members of the 20 Something Bloggers social network (Are you 20-something? Do ya blog? Join! And friend me!).

I feel that the community managers and admin have been doing a tremendous job in recent months, organizing the first-ever meetup (that I was excited to attend – until Micaela’s stag and doe was scheduled on the same weekend), the blog swaps, blog carnival, etc. The community recently reached a milestone of over 7000 members.

It’s easy to feel lost in a crowd of 7000.

I feel lost at times. Kyla feels left out. I’ve heard people compare the community to high school, with cliques being formed. It’s a natural process to find those that you like and feel a connection to. When a small group has formed that seems to converse only with themselves, it can be intimidating. I gravitated away from the 20-something community some time ago because I wanted to connect with my local blogging and social media community – now that I have made invaluable connections, I feel like I’m missing out on my 20-something friends!

I know the community managers of 20SB are working on this – I’ve shared a suggestion or two via Twitter to help. There are ideas being thrown around left, right and center (I love Twitter! #20sb ).  I feel that those who speak up and make themselves heard are positioned to get the most out of 20SB – which sadly is exactly why I’m getting nothing out of it right now. But the times, they are a-changin’.

What’s your take? Do you ever feel left out? Do you have any suggestions on how a large online community can thrive?

Micaela Tuesday: Long Live Dragon Baby!

I’ve gotten some requests to blog about this story so here goes!

I’m not much of an animal lover but I have some serious love for my cat, Dragon Baby. I’ve had him for about five years, although he lives on the farm with my parents. I was visiting for a couple days and yesterday my dad came in the house to see me and asked, “Have you seen Dragon Baby lately?” Turns out he had seen an orange cat resembling mine that had been hit by a car down the road. So of course I looked for Dragon throughout the house and didn’t see him anywhere. I hopped on a bike and very nervously biked down the road. As I got closer and closer the cat looked more and more like Dragon. I got off my bike, looked closer and sure enough it looked exactly like him. Sadly, I biked back home and told my dad the sad news, and we drove the truck over to pick up his body.

My dad took a look at him and agreed that he looked an awful lot like Dragon.  We brought the body home and dad started digging a grave. We talked about my cat and how wonderful he was (well, I did, dad said things like “Dragon was a real whiny cat!”), and I thought about how he followed us around on Erica’s wedding day and how I had been looking forward to that on my wedding day, and now it wouldn’t happen.

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I went inside to get my mom to tell her the sad news and to come outside for the funeral, when strangely enough, Leah called. She loved Dragon too so she was very saddened by the news. I talked to her as we laid Dragon’s body in the ground and covered it with dirt.

After the funeral, my mom and Katelyn’s husband Scott both mentioned that for various reasons they weren’t convinced that the cat had been Dragon. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up at the front door,” said my mom. Dad and I both told her she was wrong. The thing is, mom doesn’t even like cats and doesn’t pay attention to either Dragon Baby or their other cat.

But sure enough, half an hour later as my mom was fitting my wedding dress on me (I know, but I had to move on with my life), Scott called out, “Mic? Come here.” I did.. and guess who was at the front door? DRAGON! Happiest moment of my life. I ran outside and scooped him up, and said I was going to find dad to show him. Scott and my mom thought the situation was hilarious and didn’t want to miss dad’s reaction so they came along. He was suitably shocked.

So now we have an orange cat that is definitely not ours buried in the backyard. I guess I need to go home more often and look at Dragon a little more closely. Sorry, Dragon.

Can you really KNOW? +12 weeks

A woman I work with recently found out I was pregnant, and her response was “I knew it”. I assumed that she was gossiping with two other co-workers, because before I announced it at work they were guessing I was pregnant. But the woman, Sue, said nope, I probably knew the moment you conceived. It’s just this thing she has, she knows when people are pregnant. Sue then went on to tell me that she also (thinks she) knows the weight and name (and the gender) of the baby and is going to write it down and see if she is right. Insane right?

I was in such shock when she told me that. I mean I guess you can always guess at the weight, and gender, but to say that you even have a name in mind is pretty crazy and cool if she was right. In my mind I’m like hey, maybe she should just tell me the name and then we don’t have to decide! But really I want to wait to hear it until we have the baby and then I tell her. She already told me she won’t tell me (which is good), but now every time I see her I will want to ask!

Do you think people can actually know things like that? A different co-worker also told me that she knows this guy who can walk by a woman and knows the gender of her baby, with 99% accuracy. Is that really possible? How can someone just know? People say there are clues, but to be right 99% of the time is pretty nuts.

This week I’m 12 weeks pregnant (as of Monday July 6th). And still feeling sick. I am throwing up every morning basically as soon as I’m awake, and there is no stopping it. So pretty much that sucks, but I’ll get through it. Everyone keeps saying, it’s worth it. And obv I know it’s worth it, but man it sucks! I find that I can eat mostly everything, but in really small portions, and I still get grossed out by hamburgers and now I can add bananas to that list.

I can tell that my body is changing, and I’ve been taking belly photos but the little bump is totally not a real baby bump, it’s just a bloat bump. All my clothes fit as normal, although I am more comfortable in stretchy clothes, they aren’t really necessary at this point. I must admit that I bought maternity pants a few weeks ago. I was very hesitant to try them on but by the urging of a pregnant friend (who is 3 weeks ahead of me!) I tried them on and loved them. So I’m not really wearing them yet, but they are an option for later on.

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I skipped posting a few weeks in there, because they all look the same, however slllowwllyy things are changing!

Also to answer some questions from my first post.
Laura- yes that is my pee stick.
Kasia- we are going to wait to find out the gender. However I’m realizing that this may kill me because I feel like I can’t buy any clothes because either I love all the girly ones or the really boyish ones.
doahleigh- yes, this is the first Baby Blonde! This will be the first grandchild for both sets of parents and the first great-grandchild for most of the grandparents.

Forty days (and forty nights.)

This is what forty days (to the wedding) looks like:

- Morning coffee shop dates (we are morning date people, by necessity not by choice) full of checklists and scheduling rather than smoldering eyes and sweet nothings. ohhh the good old days!

- Marriage preparation homework talk! “My issue is _____. My feelings on it are a ___/10. I need ______.” “Two things that I love, appreciate, and admire about you are ______.”

- Our schedule this Thursday/Friday: Thursday morning we are going to pick out wedding rings, then we both have to work until about 11:30pm, then we are driving two hours to my hometown, have a marriage preparation course at 9am, then driving back to Toronto at 11am for Kent to work at 2 and me to work at 6.

- Countless e-mails to and from my mom about important things like the cost structure of tissue paper: “Let me pick up the tissue. i have done extensive research on the cost structure, and the Dollarama in east london has 20 sheets for a dollar, which translates to 50 cents a flower.”
For these, which Team Lauren, Micaela and Mom are pros at. Martha Stewart=My Hero. They are easier than you might think, but no less satisfying:

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- Not strangling the guy at the tux store for having no idea where the tie that I wanted to look at was (and not caring either!), after I got a call saying it was in.

- A honeymoon that is STILL NOT DECIDED ON! and we are giving ourselves until Saturday to finally decided.

Sound like fun???? haha. It’s not bad. Mostly because I know it’s only 40 more days of this! It’s actually quite funny for me when Kent comes home from work at night and I’m sleeping, and wakes me up to ask me what wedding stuff he needs to do in the morning. As long as he’s riding this crazy train with me, I’ll be okay.

Adventures with the Sixth Blonde

After 14 months of anticipation, two almost-visits and many phone calls (in varying time zones and emotional states), my best friend and I are reunited.

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Stef got here July 1st, and after a tearful airport reunion, it’s been fun showing her around my city and what my life here is like. Although she’s been busy working at the Calgary Stampede, we’ve made lots of time for girl talk, dancing, waiting in bar lines for far too long (cough*three hours*cough), breaking rules and just being us.

She’s kind of always been like another sister to us. I distinctly remember an occasion when four of the Blondes and Stef were sitting together and a women complimented my Mom on how nice it was to see all of the girls together and we all just smiled and nodded (and giggled). The nice thing about friends that are like family is that you can always pick up right where you left off, no matter what life throws at you in between those times. Since the last time I saw this girl, I moved across the country, she moved across the world and back, she graduated University (valedictorian I might add!), Erica got married, Mic got engaged, Kate got knocked up.

On Friday, Stef myself and my best Calgary girlfriend Natalie went out dancing and I couldn’t stop beaming at the thought of having my two greatest friends not only in the same room as me, but also getting along so well.

It’s been a blast having Stef here, and she’s moving in for a week on Thursday, so all I have to say is, Watch Out Tim!

Canadian, Please! Happy Canada Day!

Today our fair country turns 142. We are celebrating by sharing this video that was recorded in our hometown of London, Ontario. Enjoy!

We know that YOU wanna be Canadian!