Aunt Marvel Salad

Warning: Nerdspeak or Dear Sisters, Remember That Time I Was With You In My Car And I Said "It's A Veritable Who's Who Of Web 2.0!" And Both Of You Nearly Died From The Sharp Intake Of Breath That Comes From Realizing Your Sister Is A Total Nerd

I've been an art director/graphic artist for quite some time now. I love the company I work for, Snapshot Group. (BTW, here's their new site, designed by yours truly.)

The boss posted something today that says a lot of what I'd say if I wasn't so lazy. A lot of what Mark and I and the rest of the crew at Snapshot are working on is getting our arms around Web 2.0 and social networking. I think social networking is an important part of advertising--blah blah blah--what Mark said.

That said, I've spent the last several months or so delving into things like Facebook, Flickr and Twitter. I have a myspace page, too, but it's only there so I can spy on my son. There are links to those (minus the myspace) on the left of this page.

I have clients and coworkers who follow me in those arenas. The Snapshot website will soon be linking to this blog as well.

That has given me pause to think on how I feel about exposure on this level. There are times I twitter fart jokes. (Sorry, Mom.) Should clients be reading those? (My coworkers are used to that from me. The jokes, not the actual farting. YOU'RE WELCOME.) My political, religious and social views can and are published for anyone to read. Is that a good thing? Can it hurt me in the end? (That's what she said.) (SEE HOW I AM?!)

What it comes down to, for me, is how Web 2.0 works, as I, Jerilyn Pool, understand it: Be who you are. Or who I am. Or whatever.

What I mean is, I'm not going to put up a false persona on my blog, or my twitter or my facebook. (I may photoshop out a chin or two in my Flickr. Har.) I am who I am. I have four kids. I'm passionate about my work. I laugh at potty humor. I wear fat pants. I will vote for Obama in November. I have a glass eye.*

If you don't care for that level of transparency from me, I'm not offended. Feel free to move on. (Although, don't fire Snaphot. I mean, ask for someone else to do your work before you do that. Probably someone who won't crack inappropriate jokes in meetings. And who will occasionally pay for lunch. Yeah, find THAT person. I'll just be in my office, putting new batteries in the fart machine.)

*Just kidding. Seeing if you were paying attention.

Let's Just Get This Overwith So We Can Get On With Things Already

I said I had a lot of catching up to do. I keep thinking "Oh, I should blog that!" followed up with "Not until you fill in the gaps, missy!" And then I think of all the things I need to say to fill in the gaps and I move on to Things That Don't Make Me Feel Quite So Guilty, like How Many Times a Week My Children Make Their Own Dinner and "Mommy, When Are You Coming Home From Work? It's 10 PM on a Saturday."

Anywho, just to get it over with, here's what's happened:

Got knocked up.

Was told I was doing well for an "older mother."

Had an ultrasound and hoped it was a boy.

Was told I should think about an amnio since I'm an "older mother."

Had an amnio and found out it was a girl.

Tried not to be disappointed.

Joked about calling girl "Crushing Disappointment."

Was diagnosed with borderline gestational diabetes.

Was told it was somewhat normal for an "older mother."

Morning blood sugars wouldn't go down, probably because of my "older mother" liver.

Had to start doing nightly injections.

Did some traveling for work.

Had fun going through airport security with syringes.

Went into labor 2.5 weeks early.

Had a C-Section 2.5 weeks before I was ready.

Gave birth to Bonnie Miriam, the most beautiful baby girl in the world.

Went back to work after three weeks at home because I couldn't watch any more Judge Judy.

Am completely, totally, 100% in love with Bonnie.

I think that about covers it. Hopefully now I can get on with things.