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I Just Want To Go Back To Bed

You know it’s going to be a bad day when……

  • You wake up to discover it is Friday, not Saturday
  • You’re about halfway to work, you glance in the rearview mirror and realize you put on the ‘white’ mascara base but forgot the mascara
  • You get to work pour your cereal into a bowl and find you left the milk at home
  • You wake up with a headache and two hours later it’s still with you

BlogHer recap post to come soon. Possibly soon. Maybe soon-ish.

The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.

My mind is an emotional explosion today. I just spent the most amazing three days at Blogher’11; experiencing the most vast array of emotions and experiences you could pack into such a short time. I have so much to share. Some truly amazing experiences I will share with you over the next while, including dinner last evening with two amazing women (whom I had never met before), that was probably the best experience of the entire convention.

Not surprisingly, I was particularly moved by certain aspects during the week, that had to do with grief, loss and the heartfelt support some of us have received from this amazing community. The reason it is not so surprising, is that tomorrow is three years since Watermelon came into our lives and just as suddenly left; leaving us lost, bereft and heartbroken. Today we are having our annual memorial and balloon release and during the conference that was always in my mind, no matter how distracted I was.

There is a lot to process, so much new insight and new questions about this process of love and loss. I just want to thank everyone who has (and still are) helping me on this journey. Three years is a long time. Three years is a short time. An eternity and yesterday. Fresh and old. Who knows how long this takes? Five years? Never? Tomorrow? I don’t know. but I do know that I couldn’t have come this far in the journey without your love, support and understanding. We are an amazing tribe, aren’t we?

I am going to send another message to heaven today, tied to a balloon, and watch it drift above until it disappears from my site.  I am not just writing to Collin though, this year I want to reach out to others up there, remember them and the amazing women who’s lives they touched: Maddie, Boo, Christine and many others. If I met you this weekend, shook your hand, or hugged you….just know that today I am again thinking of you and that touch/hug. Bless you all.

Am I The Only One Highly Amused by Craigslist Responses?

I posted an ad on craigslist for the saddle that didn’t fit Calypso, the following is real. At least I really received these texts, who knows if the buyer is serious….

Buyer: u want 100 for u saddle

Me: Yes, if you can come tonight I will take $100

B: well i tex u from tecate baja california but my job is located in lakeside

M: Well if you want to call me when you are in Lakeside tomorrow and see if it is still available you can do that

B: ok i be in the yard 3 20 pm 8834 winter gardens blvd lakeside ca 92040 u need to be there 3 20 to 3 30 thank u

M: I don’t deliver, especially not for the cheap price of $100. If you can come pick it up give me a call and I will give directions. I am in esco about 25 miles from Lakeside I think

B: So when i see u if you want make deal

(I did not respond to this last message as I was still laughing about the “be here at 3 20″ remark. And I didn’t think I would be “see”ing him any time soon. But about 20 minutes later I got this next message)

B: I dont have car but give ur address and let me ask my frend if hi take me to pick up the saddle

M: Okay but I won’t go lower than $100, so if you get a ride it is cash only. Text me if you get a ride and I will give you the address then.

B: ok  o course cash

We shall see if he/she calls tomorrow…I may not be laughing all the way to the bank, but I am laughing. (and I haven’t given him/her my address yet…I got creeped out and Mr. Vixen said just wait to see if they call back)

‘Big Boned’ Tuesday (aka Fat Tuesday)

I’m fat. I never realized it until I got Calypso. And saw myself in pictures.

I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know why it happened.

Perhaps there is some medical reason. Perhaps it is my own fault.

I’ve never felt this uncomfortable in my body in my entire life. It’s not about body image, obviously, because I didn’t even notice it had happened. I truly mean  I am physically uncomfortable. It’s disturbing me. It doesn’t seem to be about self control, as I’ve been on weight watchers for weeks now and it’s not hard for me. They gave me points and I find recipes I like and I stay well within my points. I am not hungry, it’s not difficult.

I don’t mind how I look, I mind how I feel while I look this way. The way my clothes fit is uncomfortable, even painful at times. My movements are restricted. My flexibility is nil.

I can’t imagine how I could battle this all my life. It saps all my energy, mentally and physically.

I’ve changed my diet completely. I’ve increased up my physical exercise.

I just want to breath again. Like I used to.

I had a couple crummy weeks, so I am gonna giveaway something

Ha, ha horrendous title, right? Well, I got nothing good to share. I have rants, vents, grumbles, issues and help to seek; but that shall wait. Today sucked. I am going to spend the evening trying to drown my troubles. How about some COOKIES?

(excuse the terrible segue)

Let’s have a cookie recipe swap. You tell me your favorite cookie recipe (we’ll pretend it’s still the holidays, how about that?) and when you share you will earn an entry to earn a “Happy Holiday Treats” prize pack that includes a package of Betty Crocker Sugar Cookie Mix, a GladWare sample pack and a $25 Safeway gift card (also valid at Dominick’s, Tom Thumb, Randalls, Vons, and Genuardi’s).

So let’s swap cookies and forget the world (and how time seems to disappear like mist in a sand storm lately)! It’s a quickie contest: winner will be chosen by random drawing on Wednesday January 26th midnight PST. For additional entries tweet about this giveaway “You can make your week better…with cookies and $$$. Enter to win a prize pack including $25 GC at vixensden.com http://bit.ly/eAjRMq” and leave a separate comment with the link to your tweet. Or follow my blog on Facebook and leave a separate comment saying that you did so.

Note: the coupon, prize pack, information and additional prize pack to give away were all given to me from Safeway, Betty Crocker, and Glad through MyBlogSpark. All crabbiness is PURELY mine

And the winner is MARI! Congratulations!

A closed mouth catches no flies

I do think it is possible that the world has gone overboard in the “politically correct” department. Sometimes people get really carried away, HOWEVER, I also strongly believe in people closing their mouths and THINKING before they release the stupid thoughts in their minds.

 As my mother always said, “If you don’t have nothin’ nice to say, don’t say nothin’ at all.” If more people would heed this sage advise the world (at least mine) would be a happier place. One in which I would never have to know these things were said…..

 A parent at Ladybug’s elementary school (during a planning meeting for the school Harvest Festival with all the room mothers) said to NannyGoat:

                “Who is your child’s teacher?  What grade?”
                “Mrs. X, K and 1st combined”
                “Combined? I’ve never heard of such a thing at this school.”
                “It’s the Special Day class.”
                ”Oh! So the ‘special’ kids are coming to this event? How great that they can join all the regular kids.”

Nanny was also at the planning of a school cultural event. Each group had a different country and they had to have several booths of different arts/crafts/food etc. set up for that country. Nan’s group got Japan. One of the parents began their meeting by smugly informing everyone that she had arranged for a local restaurant to supply chop sticks and a fortune cookie for every student. One of the other parents (of Asian descent) said to that parent: “That is wonderful that you already did that. I think the chopsticks will be great and we can use those. But the fortune cookies are actually a Chinese tradition, not Japanese.” To which Ms. Smug actually replied: “China. Japan. Whatever. They are both Asian, right?”

 And lastly, while Nanny is arranging the teacher requested Halloween party (she is the room mother poor thing), she sends an email to each parent informing them the cost for each student (food and supplies aren’t free, you know). She receives an email back from one of the parents that states: “We do not celebrate Halloween, we celebrate All Saint’s Day. Therefore, I will not be contributing to this event. However, I will allow my son to attend the party, so he doesn’t feel left out from the rest of the class.”

 WHAT? You are going to allow your child to go eat and party with the kids while everyone else pays???

 It’s Monday. Had to get this off my chest…

Run over, smacked down, put up wet, hung out to dry

I set out last week to change my life. Get up, get going, enjoy living. More blogging. More visiting friends and family. It started out fantastic. Then I was clubbed with the stomach flu/virus/something. The likes of which I have never been possessed by. It was bad enough it broke my 27 YEAR record of having not thrown up. That is a long time! I worked hard at that. It’s not like I haven’t been sick in 27 years…it was sometimes sheer willpower!

But the puking part (and that other stuff) was just the tip of the iceberg! The splitting headache and the pain in my eyes? The exhaustion? The loss of 7 POUNDS?!?! (I know a good/bad thing, right?)

I am so done with what ever this is. I have never been so wiped out by an illness in my life. Just when I think I am getting better then I sit up or go to the store and boom! I am done again. Really, stick a SPORK in me already I am done! I can eat toast, cottage cheese and chicken soup in small quantities. I can drink tea and water. I can watch endless hours of Parenthood (which BTW is a great show! So glad I recorded it, but never watched it before!), but now I am out of episodes. It took me two days to get this post typed. I can visit twitter for maybe 5 minutes before I get confused and need a nap.

So, who has the magic cure? I am tired of being sick. HELP!

In Which My Doctor Yells At Me

Back when my insurance ended in February 09, I made sure I had a 3-month Rx of my diabetes meds filled to hold me over until I got a job. Then I didn’t get a job. In July, when I had my surgery my sugars were pretty high and they had to give me insulin twice, but once the pain calmed down and I had my meds I was okay. Since the surgery was so costly, I managed to meet my ridiculously high MediCal share of cost that month and had another 3-month supply filled. That ran out in mid October. I still thought I would get better and get a job. Neither of those things happened. I still don’t have a job and I am still on disability. The holidays and life distracted me. I started feeling worse and worse. But I didn’t talk about it. I was too ashamed. I didn’t want to share here, because I just knew that I would get yelled at. By my mom, my kids and probably by you. My doctor’s office called and said I needed to have an HbA1c done before she would prescribe anymore meds. I didn’t hurry and get it done for two reasons 1) It’s an expensive test and 2)I didn’t have the money to fill the Rx anyway. That’s what I told myself. And the not talking about it to anyone helped because I could put it out of the front of my mind and ignore it.

Then I got two candidas infections in a three week period. I knew what the connection was. High blood sugar. Heck, I hadn’t had one of those infections in 20 years and now I’d had two. I started listening a bit (in the back of my mind) to my body. Noticed how fatigued I was constantly, how many dull headaches I was having. How much time I spent running to the bathroom. Seriously, I think I pee as much as all the people who attended Woodstock combined in one day. I dug out my glucose monitor, but the battery was dead.

Then a few weeks ago at CVS, an employee was handing out information on their new minute clinic. Turns out the clinic does low cost HbA1c testing. I didn’t go right away, because I thought you had to be fasting to have it done and every time I remembered I had already eaten (lame excuses run rampant throughout this post, beware).  Besides, I’d gone without medication before in my life and it always turned out okay. I’d get around to it when things weren’t so busy.

Yesterday, I got up and it was like I’d hit a wall. I had nothing left in me. I took my vaginally itching, exhausted, 10 pound lighter self down to the Minute Clinic. Turns out you don’t have to be fasting anymore for the test, so I could have had it anytime. However, the nurse informed me that if I waited until the next day Bayer was sponsoring a new program in which the testing was FREE. Of course, I could wait one day, right? So I went home. I bought a battery for my monitor. I was going to get things straight now, I was sure. The nurse called a few minutes later to tell me that she had the date wrong and the free program didn’t start until Sunday. No problem, I’d go then.

I tested my blood sugar…..311. Fasting. HOLY SHIT, I thought. I checked the memory. Highest I’d had was back in September at 212. Wow, good thing I am getting this taken care of. I called the pharmacy to see what my last meds and dosages to have the information ready. They thought I wanted a refill and contacted the doctor’s office. The office called me. The doc wouldn’t give me refills unless I came to see her, since it had been over a year. They offered me a special cash discount and could see me the very next morning. Okay, I guess that would be best, but I thought she needed the HbA1c results first? No, she needed to see me first. Okay. (It really is amazing how wrong I had the entire thing since medical stuff is usually one of my more expert areas).

As the day progressed, I played a lot with my monitor because I just didn’t feel well. Later in the night, after a couple of pomegranate margaritas, I got a reading of “HI”. Concerned I got out the manual. A reading of high means that blood sugar is over 600. I nearly fainted. Then decided the machine was wrong. Did it again. Results: HI. My oh my, I thought. I was so scared I couldn’t even twitter about it. Those who know of my twitter addiction will understand how frightening that is (also twitter went down for an hour). I broke down and told my resident CNA and nursing student, Bear. She wanted to take me to the hospital. After much consultation with Doctor Google and verification checks from her that I was not severely dehydrated or in DKA, I convinced her it must be the damn margaritas. (I rarely, maybe once a year drink them). She grabbed the bottle and checked the sugar content and wow is there is some serious sugar in that stuff. She still wanted to at least call the hospital. I said let’s just keep checking my sugars to see if it was these sweet syrupy drinks. Sure enough, in 15 minutes I was registering again at 569, 1/2 an hour and down to 484, then 411. I was allowed to stay home for the night.

So today I went to my doctor. And she didn’t really yell at me. What she did was keep putting her hand on my shoulder and saying kindly, but very sternly, “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me” and “I have samples for you of the expensive medication and when you run low, call me” and lastly “Don’t ever go off your meds again. I can help you, but only if you call me“. Sheesh, she was so damned sweet about it I cried. Broke down in tears. “I’m a hot mess”, I told her. She again told me she can’t help me if I don’t tell her. I told her about the “HI” readings and how freaked out I was and she confirmed it was that margarita mix, combined with the fact that I am working off a base in the 300′s. Not the place I should be starting the mornings off. She got me all set up with meds (for free) and a scrip for the other one that only cost me $10 for a 90-day supply. On Monday, I will take her the results of the HbA1c test and have a quick nurse visit to check my sugar level for free. We’ll see if my body goes back to its well-behaved self with the meds in 3-months and if not, we will discuss possible changes in meds or a change to insulin if necessary. I left after paying for the visit with a cash discount of 37% off and my promise I’ll be back in three months to follow up. Even I can afford that.

So here I am, sharing it all and hopefully on my way to recovery. I now know why I don’t have the energy to follow through on anything, most especially posting on my beloved blog. I was afraid I might let out my secret and you would all yell at me. But I was only hurting myself, because really you can’t help me if I don’t talk to you, right?

A Tale Of Two

When Chelsea King went missing, we (as I am sure all area residents did) felt dismay and concern. Bear and I (as well as MacD, Nannygoat and Mr. Vixen) were hit especially close to home. That is our field. That is our place. Yes it’s a community field, but it was our community field. My children grew up there. Learned to fly kites there, played softball there, hiked the trails with our dogs there, Gram and Gramps took Ladybug to the park there every Saturday morning for years, we celebrated birthday parties there. My first time trying roller blades was there, as was my first big fall off roller blades. The boys had epic paint ball competitions there. Lloyd proposed marriage to Nannygoat on the trails near the waterfall. This was a place of many years of joy and activities for us.

Between Bear and I, Bear was absolutely convinced Chelsea had fallen on the trails and was hurt. We know the trails and it can be rough terrain in areas. Falling into a culvert, being unable to get out seemed like the obvious and only scenario to Bear. Being young, healthy, full of faith and innocence; she was so sure. I was hopeful this was the case, but not certain. A sick feeling in my stomach, mother’s intuition maybe, or just a sense of foreboding.

When they called for volunteers on Saturday morning, despite the pouring rain, Bear and I suited up in our best hiking gear, purchased two rain ponchos and headed off. By this time, my brain was entertaining the thought that she hadn’t fallen. That she wasn’t lying somewhere hurt and waiting to be found. Bear’s faith, however, remained untouched by the length of time and the fact that 100s of deputies had been searching for days and not found her. As we fought the traffic jam near the search HQ for nearly an hour, we noticed volunteers beginning to walk away from the area instead of towards the check in point. We asked several of them what was going on. It turned out too many people had shown up for the search. All volunteers were being turned away for now. We were asked to come back the next day.

Then someone was arrested in connection to her disappearance. Details were sketchy, but for certain they had found an article of her clothing and DNA linking to convicted sex offender. My heart sank, as reality set in. Bear would not give up hope that Chelsea was out there somewhere still. Possibly hurt by this man, but fighting on and just waiting to be found. She had to work the next two days, so we were unable to join the search. But during those two days, our lives were rocked by more revelations.

That Saturday night, they released some details about the man being held in connection with the case. His picture was all over the TV. As was the address at which he was living. This wasn’t just our park, this was our neighborhood. That home was just two blocks from our home of ten years. Fishboy’s mother lives a scant few houses away, as does his aunt’s family. Nannygoat walked past there on a daily basis during the years surrounding his first conviction and she was 14 years old at the time; the same age as his victims. Less than a block from Bear’s elementary school, where she walked to and from 2nd-6th grade. On Sunday morning, Sparkles came by to help with a shed Mr. Vixen is building. He also had news. Apparently when his pregnant girlfriend had watched the news the night before, she had recognized the man being held. Her sister called her and confirmed it. She allowed me to read some of her court papers. You see, she was one of the girls who testified at his preliminary hearing 10 years ago. She was one of his victims. Thank God, not one of the victims who were so badly beaten that resulted in the crimes he was actually charged with. She was one of the “lucky” victims, if there is such a thing, who got away. Still, she was wounded emotionally and the fear of testifying during that time still haunts her to this day. So haunted, that she had never shared with anyone but her family. You see, we know her because she lived in our neighborhood. These are our kids who were hurt. It could have been my daughter, they are nearly the same age. Sadly, during those two days, one last revelation was revealed: that the suspect had lived not far from the high school where Amber Dubois had disappeared during the time she went missing nearly 13 months ago. I felt this was too much coincidence. We had just moved into this city when Amber had gone missing and I had tried to join in that search also.

The day of our search efforts dawned chilly, but clear. Bear was now certain we were looking for a body. Certain of this myself, I wondered what they would have us do? Certainly they didn’t want a bunch of volunteers tromping through possible crime scenes? We were assigned to a group, given a leader and our leader was handed a grid map of the area we were assigned to. It wasn’t any where near the park or the trails. It was actually near where Amber Dubois had disappeared some 13 months ago. Turns out we were not searching for a missing 17-year-old girl on this assignment, but for the possible remains of a 13-year-old girl who had been missing for over a year. We were instructed on what to look for (bones, clothing, shallow graves and such) and what to do when we found something. I listened with stunned disbelief. What am I doing? Can I do this? What if we find bones or a grave? Could I handle it? Could Bear handle it? Our group gathered. Leaving no stone unturned, no holes uninvestigated, and tromping down every inch of vegetation on the overgrown hillside; we searched. Fingertip to fingertip, lined in neat rows, step by slow step for three hours. At times calling to the police officer who was our leader when we found something suspicious. The officer would check what we found. If it warranted further investigation, we tied an orange flag at the area. Bear and I had used up all six of our flags. And then someone’s phone rang. And then another. They had found Chelsea’s body. It was unconfirmed, but we were headed back to search HQ. As hundreds of volunteers milled around, drinking donated water and eating donated food, we waited for word. After a time, quietly, a lead volunteer went from small group to small group. He laid his hands lightly on our backs and stated it was confirmed. We held each other and wept. For her parents, for Chelsea and for our community. We were interviewed by the news. Bear was asked if she knew Chelsea and said no. And then she told him why we had come: That we had to come and that if she was missing she knew her parents would need help. Later that evening, when we saw our snippets played out on the news about how close-knit our community is (me) and Bear’s statements about being there for a stranger’s family who needed help, we cried again.

During the week we watched as our community reeled from the discovery. As news crews filmed in front of our old neighbor’s homes and in front of trail heads where we walked daily. One particularly enraged neighbor was filmed angrily screaming at two boys who painted over some graffiti that was painted on the suspect’s parent’s home. Although I understood his rage (fueled by fear for his children, I am sure); I commended those boys for what they did. No child in the area needed to see that kind of stuff. Parent’s were probably having a hard enough time explaining what was going on to their children. When they replayed that newscast later when everyone was home from work, I found out that the angry, screaming man is Fishboy’s uncle. The threads of this community are inexorably tied into my family.

This past Sunday, as we were decorating for RolyPoly’s baby shower breaking news came on. As we switched to the news channel they announced the remains of Amber Dubois had been found. Bear and I sat on the couch, arms around each other praying out loud that we honestly hoped it wasn’t in the area we had searched. Where we had hung our orange flags. Neither of us thought we could handle that. It wasn’t, but we held each other again. Bear whispered in my ear as I cried for the parents, that she was still here. And I thanked God for that, but as I looked in her eyes I saw it. The loss of her innocence. Gone was that youthful naivete, replaced with a dawning knowledge that her world was not the place she had believed it was.

I am not, in any way, trying to take attention away from the actual victims here: those girls who were abused and beaten; the two girls who’s young lives were taken from them too soon; those families whose lives are forever altered by the loss of a loved one in such a horrific and tragic way. But whoever did this, didn’t just victimize them. They victimized an entire community. They victimized my family too. Our hearts were abused and beaten by the death of these girls. Our memories of a place we considered safe and filled with joy, are now tarnished forever with the stains of the blood of innocence. Our grief and pain is not as great as theirs, but it exists just the same. And after the rage subsides, we will find a way to change things. Change something or anything. Some how, some way we will find a way to help those leading us to make a change that might save lives some day. That is our promise to Chelsea and Amber. And to our community.

In Which Feisty V Takes Charge and Regular V Hides In A Corner

This is a post I struggled to write. How to say what is in my head, yet keep it readable. I have always shied away from any controversies and I try to remain so. I just feel the need to speak out. I am not trying to say anyone is right or wrong. I am not defending myself. I am just unable to silence Feisty Vixen this time. To not say anything, to pretend I don’t have questions, seems disloyal to myself. So I write this post. And no matter how I try, it cannot be brief. Do I even have a blog worthy of a post this long? I doubt it. But it is mine and so I shall have my way, whether it be read or not.

As of today, I have decided to stop running BlogHer Ads on this site. This was a very difficult decision for me. When I began blogging in March of 2007, I had been reading blogs for two years prior to that. There are scores of truly great writers who have inspired me, entertained me, and challenged my thinking that I found through BlogHer. It was always a dream of mine to attend a conference one day, but I must deal with the hand that life has dealt me for now and that is not within my reach. My first blog was a WP free blog that didn’t allow me to run BlogHer ads and by the time I purchased my own domain, the ad spots were full and I was on a waiting list. In 2008, I finally was able to start running ads. My main reasoning in wanting the ads was not revenue (I didn’t think I had enough readers to make much money), but for the sense of belonging to a community and for the featured articles just below the ads. I love to discover new reads and I don’t deny I appreciated the new visitors I garnered when I was featured. As my blog grew a bit, I managed to make up to $25+ per quarter, and during this last difficult year I would by lying if I didn’t say that even that small amount of money every 3 months didn’t made a big difference at times. Like the difference between milk that month or not.  This barely describes all the reasons I am so saddened by this decision, but sums it up somewhat.

This blog is my place. The fellowship and community it has created for me cannot be measured and is irreplaceable. I will not be dishonest with you or myself and say that I wouldn’t love for it to make me money also, but that is not the heart of it. However, this was/is still difficult because I do fear repercussions. I fear alienating my friends and strangers. I fear the impact that might have on my side business (ApronFrenzy) as I have worked so hard to build that up and I use this blog as a way to reach out and (hopefully) market that. As it is entirely possible that I am in the wrong, or that they are in the wrong., or that we are both in the wrong; I feel vulnerable in speaking out. However, my heart won’t let my head be still and so I will share you with the catalyst to this decision and below that I will expound a little more and then be done with it. What follows is an email exchange that occurred on Tuesday: Blogher staff email in black, mine in red.

I was reading your site today and noticed you are displaying an EntreCard widget above the fold (currently measuring at 720 pixels). Now that they are servicing paid ads, these need to appear below the fold (top 768 pixels) as BlogHerAds should be the only graphic ads displayed above the fold according to our guidelines. Could you move it down please?

Additionally, I did want to touch base on a couple of posts you’ve written recently (http://vixensden.com/?p=2086 and http://vixensden.com/?p=2107) as they are skirting our editorial guidelines of receiving freebies valued over $40 at events and being advertorial in nature. Right now, both are okay to display next to our ads but I’m afraid any future similar posts should be displayed fully on pages not containing our ads. Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns!

I received freebies? Winning a drawing is a freebie? Also, I don’t believe the coffee press was worth more than $10-15 and added with the $25 gift card, it’s barely that. Regarding the other post, I paid for my night at #jammyjam, the only free thing we recvd was a make up brush set from E.L.F. because they can’t re-use brushes on people. I do believe the value was less than $10. I paid $55 to participate in Jammyjam, and I dislike the idea that I can’t post     about things I paid to do on my blog. It doesn’t make any sense.

I don’t accept paid ads on my Entre card widget and never have. But I need to move it below the fold? I just want to clarify these things.

The value of freebies isn’t limited to tangible items you take home, it also include food, drinks, car rides, train tickets, manicures, spa treatments, etc (just some of the items we see on other sites).

According to the research we’ve done, Etrecards now reserves the right to display paid ads unless you pay them not to as their terms of service changed a few months ago.

Also, I have moved my entrecard down, but I have no idea how to measure pixels. When I view my site, the entrecard was already below the what I could see and I had to scroll down to view it. I’ve now moved it below the twitter button, is that low enough?

Thank you Vixen! It’s measuring at 875 pixels now.

And how do you determine the value? Some girl volunteered to apply make up to my face? My daughter gets it done at the mall for free. There was no food, car rides, train rides or anything else that I didn’t PAY for out of my pocket. It wasn’t a freebie junket, it was a bunch of twitter friends PAYING to get 2gether and hang out.

And even though we can opt out of paid ads (and pay for that option) we still need to move our widgets? Or do we have to report to BlogHer that we are using the paid service? Please advise.

One last clarification on the Got Milk event. The stuff I won was a raffle, not a freebie. So if I post about the $150 gift certificate I won at my church function last week, is that also in violation of policy? At the Got Milk event I did receive three cups of coffee and there were pastries available, but being a diabetic I only ate a small corner. As far as the face painting and kid’s crafts although altogether those things may have added up to more than $40, my daughter was with me (which I stated in the post, even showed a picture of her) and she is a blogger who was invited and they were her children who received the goods. So how does the editorial staff assume I received intangible gifts over a certain value? Thanks for your clarifications

For the milk event I averaged the amount of lattes and chocolate milk and with the freebies you disclosed that you received it got you right at the $40 limit, but I prefer to error on the side of less-expensive (like, $2 for a latte instead of $4.50). For the sleepover party, the larger issue is the advertorial nature of all freebies that were there (especially since you didn’t disclose the value). The amount of links and accolade to the vendors that were present is what is causing the post to be advertorial and potentially against our guidelines.

In regards to entrecards, yes – we are asking everyone in the network to display the widget below the fold or to provide us with documentation that entrecards guaranteed not to service paid ads.

I replied to this, in part, in my email I just sent – but just so you know, I did not consider face painting and kids crafts as a value. But if you got free tickets to an event, say four for your family each valued at $15 – that would be against our guidelines even though you, as the blogger, only authentically received one.

PR Agencies and companies provide bloggers freebies to get advertising. So we do total the value the freebies you and your family receive and determine if it’s above $40.

As for the Got Milk raffle, unless you paid a raffle ticket to receive the gift card, it is considered a freebie. I’m certain you paid for a raffle ticket at your church, correct?

The children received the chocolate milk, not I and the statement “But if you got free tickets to an event, say four for your family each valued at $15 – that would be against our guidelines even though you, as the blogger, only authentically received one.” does not apply since as I mentioned in this email, my daughter who is a blogger was invited and attended with her children. I attended alone.

And as an aside, as a teacher for CCD at my church we actually received two raffle tickets for free for our service.

And now the editorial part:

As I prepared this post, it became apparent to me that I may have come off as confrontational. I think it may be that I was defensive because so much of what was being said was assumption. And that is a pet peeve of mine. I don’t read minds and I don’t believe anyone else can. If there is doubt in someones mind, I would appreciate a question to clarify. Also the use of  the word ‘skirting‘. To me, that tends to connote an effort on my part to deceive or intimates that I am trying to avoid the TOS.  As far as the Got Milk post, I concede I may be in the wrong. This was a sponsored event and I should have been more careful. I have only a few comments regarding that:

  • If I had not posted how may coffees I consumed, how does staff determine/estimate what a person consumed? How can staff assume that because I posted about my daughter and grandchildren that I, who blogged this single post, was the only one invited and thus all the material and non-material items received should be logged onto my TOS?
  • If I had not won a raffle, then would this be a non issue? Because no matter if you use $2 or $4.50, three coffees does not equal $40. I would like to note that my husband’s previous work had two company parties a year. Vendors donated items to them to raffle. The tickets cost us no money. So by these rules would I be unable to post about my win and link my gratitude to the vendor?

Feisty Vixen, however, could not let go of the twitter gathering post though. The twitter event was not sponsored. There were no PR firms involved, no big guns or little guns. It was simply a bunch of twitter people who joked about having an adult sleepover. Some of those people have businesses. They came, put on their pj’s, hung out, visited and, yes, we talked. And, yes, we talked business too. I handed out cards for my aprons. The lovely lady who demonstrated her hand products (demonstrations are free at the mall, at in-home parties, at the fair and are not, in my opinion, freebies) did not give us free samples. She did, however, give me the phone number to her husbands’ neurosurgeon for an opinion regarding my needed back surgery which I am very grateful for. That is what twitter friends do. There were people there who had a separate room where you could view their products. We were not obligated to go there. But they also came into the visiting room and visited. As friends. There was a photographer who offered discounted packages, which I did not participate in. But she also had her pajama’s on and watched movies with us. There were no sponsors that offered us rooms or food. We paid for all of that. The make up that was given to us was donated to a women’s shelter the next day. I didn’t feel the need to mention that in the post because that is not what charity is about. I think Feisty V was really angry because I barely managed to scrape together the money to pay so I could attend. I worked really hard to pay to attend this unsponsored event. I almost wasn’t able to attend.

I linked to all the people who also attended because we had a good time. When I make new friends I like to share about it. When meeting new people, the chances of them having a business is a fact of life. Posting their links isn’t advertorial; it is connecting, socializing and showing thanks to them for sharing with me such a grand time. And as a wise sage (thanks @bjhenry) said to me “if the TOC is interfering with what you write, then yes, it’s time for them to go.”

But it wasn’t just that it was threatening to interfere with what I write. It was the assumptions that I received goods or non-material goods. There were no questions! No requests for clarification! No simple, “Hi was this a sponsored event? What did you consume? Take home?” In reading through the terms, I did not see anywhere stating that I can’t link to 100 businesses I like, if I feel like it!

At that point, I decided to think about it over night. On Wednesday, I decided to distract myself by redesigning my site (in spite of the fact that I have no idea how to do that). In the middle of the day, while trying to babysit an 11 month old and trying out design changes on my live blog (bad idea acknowledged-not how to do it), I lost my sidebars and had a bunch of other issues. I managed to get it somewhat back in order, but not everything was working. Including my BlogHer ads. After 6 hours (until 2am) of trying to figure out how to set up WP on my computer to “test’ out changes, instead of throwing my computer out the window, I went to bed. I figured I could work on it today (Thursday) since there would be no baby. When I got up this morning the following email was in my box:

Feb 25 7:35am I was reading your site today and noticed you removed our ads from your template. I’m going to go ahead and close your account so we can send any remaining revenue to you. I’ll be happy to answer any questions you may have.

And that sealed the deal. No questions. No inquiry as to if there might be a problem? Was I having difficulty getting the ads to work? Was something going on? Just an assumption. So, yes, go ahead and close out my account. Thanks for asking. Good luck in your endeavors.

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