Tuesday, August 30, 2011

GIVEAWAY! Michael Angelo's Gourmet Foods!

Allow me to begin this giveaway post with a personal narrative.  In September 1998, my Grandma Toni and I took a two-week trip to Italy, homeland of our ancestors. 

Grandma and me in Venice

Here's Grandma getting swept away by gladiators at the Colosseum:

 Cute, but right after the photo one of the gladiators held out his hand and demanded 10 lire, which was the equivalent of about $6 at the time.  (This was pre-euro.)

And Grandma throwing a coin in the Trevvi Fountain in Rome:


Finally, because everybody loves this photo, here's me getting attacked by pigeons in St. Mark's Square in Venice:


Now, obviously I reference my Italy trip because this is a giveaway of vouchers for Italian food.  But I also bring up my grandma specifically because Grandma loved eggplant Parmesan.  

And when I was at BlogHer, I sampled an eggplant Parmesan at the Michael Angelo's booth that immediately reminded me of Grandma Toni.  I'd like to say that it was just like Grandma used to make, but Grandma wasn't really a big cook.  So Michael Angelo's eggplant Parmesan could be more accurately described as "just like Grandma used to order at a restaurant."

Which is to say, it was really good.  And, as I think we all know, not all frozen entrees are good.  Michael Angelo's entrees are good.  I went back to their booth and got a second sample the next day.  

But what really made me reach out to Michael Angelo's and ask about doing a giveaway was that I felt like I made an authentic connection with the owners at the booth.  So many booths were staffed by PR reps, and that's totally fine, because in the case of some huge conglomerates, it wouldn't make sense to have the original owner there, and that's assuming that owner is even still alive.  But for Michael Angelo's, a company that prides itself in creating authentic, family-style entrees, it was nice to see the actual family behind the product.  Here's a picture of the sweet Sara Agnello, who founded Michael Angelo's with her son:

She showed me old pictures of her family.  Like my ancestors, her family came from Sicily. 

So ... this week I am giving away a set of 6 vouchers for free Michael Angelo's foods: 2 single-serve entree vouchers, 2 family-size entree vouchers, and 2 natural line entree vouchers.  You can go here and get a full list of the possible offerings and where they're sold near you, but just to name a few ...

Meat Lasagna, Eggplant Parmesan, Four Cheese Lasagna, Shrimp Scampi, Baked Ziti and Meatballs, Spinach & Vegetable Pocket Calzones, Potato Gnocchi & Cheese Italian-Style Pie

All entrees are free of artificial colors, flavors, fillers, or chemical preservatives.  Co-Founder Michael Angelo Renna says, "If you can't find it in Mom's kitchen, we won't use it in our food."  Also, there are many vegetarian entree choices.  

To win the set of vouchers, please leave a comment answering the following prompt:

Tell me about a special food or recipe that is significant in your family.

The contest is open until Sunday, September 4 at 11:59 p.m. CST.  On Monday, September 5, I will ask random.org to select a random number, and the person leaving that comment number will win the set of Micheal Angelo's vouchers.  I'll post the winner on Monday and ask that person to email me his/her address through the email link in my sidebar.  

Bona Fortuna, everyone!


Monday, August 29, 2011

REJECTED

I don't know how to tell this story without sounding like a whiny spoiled brat who lacks perspective.  That sentence actually would be a pretty accurate description of me right now.  It's just that ... well, I'll just tell the story. 

The very first booth I visited at the BlogHer expo offered the opportunity to go inside one of those game show-style booths where money blows at you and you have to grab frantically at it for 30 seconds.  The money was Monopoly money, but it was stamped on the back to indicate what prize you got, and one of the prizes was cash. 

In order to win the privilege of going in the booth, you had to put all your contact information into an iPad, which served as an application to be part of the company's affiliate program.  You know, like your blog could be a place to click through to their site, and you would make some itty bitty bit of money when people entered their site through yours.  (It's sort of like what Amazon used to do, but this company wasn't Amazon.) 

I was the very first participant in the booth!  The Monopoly money was still crisp and easy to stuff through the little collection slot.  I ended up with $12 in cash, a t-shirt, a hat, and a water bottle.  I put the water bottle and the hat in the swag recycling box, and I've been wearing the t-shirt to the gym. 

End of story, until about two weeks ago when I got an email from the company saying, "We received your application, and we hope to accept it soon."  The email went on to talk about new legislation regarding affiliate programs, which necessitated a bit more time-consuming red tape before the applications could be processed. 

Still, all of the sudden my hopes were up.  They hoped to accept my application soon!

I didn't give the issue any more thought until this morning when I was at Great Clips with Nathan and my phone's e-mail notification dinged.  (Side note: My new notification ringtone sounds like the first few notes of Bruno Mars' "Rocketeer," which means I get that song stuck in my head every single day.) 

Anyway, the subject line of today's email was:

"Your application to [Company]'s Affiliate Program was rejected" 

Now, here's the thing.  I had no intention of ever applying for that program, and I only filled out the application so I could go in the money booth.  My life does not depend on the pennies I would make each month off that job.  And I know I'm a small-potatoes blogger; I didn't expect to be chosen by their program.  I gave out my contact information to many companies at BlogHer and never expected to hear from them again.

Still, the whole process of having an application and then using the word rejected somehow makes the whole thing needlessly dramatic and disappointing.  It's like that company's affiliate program was a sorority or something. 

Oh, and I come from the overly-coddled generation where minor victories are praised with certificates and minor letdowns need to be couched in the most blow-cushioning way possible.  Case in point: At my college, if you didn't want to opt for the letter-grade choice in a class, you could take it pass/no-pass.  Notice it was not pass/fail.  It was pass/no-pass. 

So I don't really feel good when you use the word rejected.  And while I'm criticizing the company's word choices, why did they say they hoped to accept my application soon?  Why didn't they just keep it neutral and say they hoped to finish processing the applications soon?

So, to recap:
  • Low-paying job I didn't care about
  • Application I filled out simply to earn the privilege of going in a money booth
  • Experience I forgot about
  • Email indicates they are interested in me!  Yay greatest job ever!
  • Next email says they are rejecting me.  CRUSHING BLOW!
  • Now sad and stewing over issue all day/questioning self-worth
It's an interesting example of how putting up the illusion of exclusivity can really manipulate your feelings about how important something is.

But it's also an example of how I really need to get some perspective and just get. over. things.  You know, the other day I was thinking about all the fun opportunities I've been given lately.  Freelance work.  Selling an ad on my blog.  New relationships with companies, which have led to fun swag and giveaways.  Increased readership.  New friends. 

And then, I get a stupid email that includes the word rejected, and I can't help but focus on the negative.  I need more freelance work.  I really don't have anything else to do, work-wise, after my current project ends.  My blog isn't that big, which is why I got rejected.  Oh, and my house is messy and my kid doesn't sleep and, oh yeah, I'm fat. 

And yes, I know I need to focus on the positive.  I know [insert famous author here] got rejected by [insert large number here] publishers before finding somebody who would take on [insert huge mega-bestseller here].  I know that famous athlete was cut from his freshman team.  I know I have to get back on the horse and ride.

I know this isn't even a "get back on the horse and ride" situation, because that would imply that the setback I experienced was severe enough to be analogous to falling off a horse, which is pretty severe.  This was just a job I didn't care about that didn't pay well.  

But still, please don't use the word rejected in the subject line of an email.

This whole situation reminds me of a story my dad likes to tell about smashed pumpkins.  (No, not the Smashing Pumpkins.)  Some time in his early teaching career, my dad organized some kind of a pumpkin-carving activity.  All participants appeared to have a great time.  Except at the end, one kid dropped his pumpkin and was devastated.  My dad could not stop focusing on that one kid's disappointment, even though many, many other kids had a great time and built fond, lasting memories.  Point is, sometimes the rarity of a negative event stands out more in your mind than the many, many positive events do. 

And in my life, there is so, so much positive and so, so little negative.  I know that.  

Still, just for kicks, I cut the company's t-shirt into rags to use for cleaning.  I threw the logo part in the trash.  It's the minor protest that says "I will not be doing any more free advertising for your company," but it's still eco-friendly. 



WINNER! Hi-Tec C Pens From Tokyo Pen Shop!

Random.org selected:

Lucky Number 21!  Which was eepeep, please email me with your mailing address (email link in sidebar, shaped like a big envelope), and I'll have Tokyo Pen Shop send you your pens! 

But for everybody else, remember that you can still enter code "SHANNON" at checkout and get 15% off your order at Tokyo Pen Shop through October 1! 

Thanks to everybody who entered!  Stay tuned for my next giveaway! 

Sunday, August 28, 2011

SuperIma Sunday Check-In: "Desserts" Spelled Backwards

I'm actually typing this Saturday night and auto-posting it.  I have a ton of work to do, but my brain is too fried for editorial work, so I figured I'd type tomorrow's blog post instead and save tomorrow for the rest of the editorial work.

Hmm, what to say about last week?  We're plodding along.  We have one more week before school and our new babysitting arrangement starts, and before the gym daycare returns to its regular hours.  Basically, one more week until we return to normal, structured life.

Oh, and we are having major bedtime woes.  I feel like we make some progress on bedtime, and then it's one step forward and two steps back.  I would just like to see a situation where we go through the whole bedtime routine, have a brief snuggle, and then walk him to his bed shortly before 8:00, and then he just goes to sleep.  I'm knocking myself out to tire him out every day, really working to keep a schedule/routine, but then what can I do if he doesn't fall asleep for another hour and a half?  I can make all the threats and bribes I want, but I can't force the child to actually sleep.

Case in point: right this second.  The child woke up early this morning and then ran himself ragged at a birthday party today.  He showed major signs of exhaustion by dinnertime.  I did everything in my power to rush him through the bedtime routine and get him into bed in a no-nonsense fashion.  He was in bed by 7:30.  And that's where he's been until now, which is 9:10, and he still isn't sleeping.

He gets so crabby and naughty when he doesn't sleep enough, and I feel like the world's worst parent because, seriously, why can't I get this child to sleep?  But then it's nighttime and he won't go to sleep again and I'm just getting more and more stressed out because the cycle continues.  And I know, sleep begets sleep, and the more you sleep the more you want to sleep, but, see, in order to beget more sleep, you have to sleep at some point and OMG HE WON'T GO TO SLEEP.

As you can see, I'm a little bit stressed out.  Perhaps I should make a plan to tackle that stress this week.

First of all, all I can do is keep fighting the good fight, sleep-wise.  My whole deal in the last two weeks is that we need to plant the seeds of a schedule before school starts, so that we aren't making too many changes all at once the day after Labor Day.  So, right now, this whole getting on a schedule thing is a work in progress.  And I can't give up before everything eventually gels.  Everything will eventually gel, right?  Right?!

Second, and this isn't something I can achieve in one week, but I'd like to get to a point where I don't see every single negative thing Nathan does as a reflection on myself as a parent.  I guess all I can do is keep repeating the affirmation: "This isn't a reflection on you.  This isn't a reflection on you."

And I need to go to the gym at least four times, which I think I can do because I seriously scheduled three appointments with Trainer Jill this week.  I figured I be less likely to flake on the gym if I made appointments.  Effective?  Yes.  Cheap?  No.

Oh and I'm finding a way to see The Help this week.  Even if I have to hire a babysitter.

And, when times get tough, I'm just going to take a quiet break, even if that means locking myself in the bathroom.  Or crying it out. 

P.S. Today is the last day to enter my giveaway for Hi-Tec C Pens from Tokyo Pen Shop!  Tomorrow I'll be giving away free vouchers for frozen Italian foods! 

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Stranger Than Fiction: Part 2

As I said last Saturday, I am answering all the prompts over at NaBloPoMo in August, when the theme is Fiction.  Last week I answered the prompts from first two-thirds(ish) of the month.  Today I will answer 5 more, and then sometime next week I will wrap August with the last three prompts.  (I know, the anal person in me is freaking out about how unevenly I broke those up.  But, you know, it is just a blog.)  Here you go, Part 2 of 3:

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August 22: What character would you want to have over for dinner and what would you cook?
This prompt seems awfully similar to "What book character would you want to meet?"  But I did say that I'd want to meet The Man With the Yellow Hat, but that I'd want to meet him in a public place, so there goes the whole dinner party thing.  So, continuing with the children's book theme, I think for dinner I'd like to have Junie B. Jones and her family over.  That little girl is such a brat that I think I'd feel better about my own kid by comparison.  It doesn't really matter what I would cook, because none of the kids would eat anyway, but I know for sure there would be lots of wine for the grown-ups.

August 23: Would you rather be transported magically into an imaginary world or to a different time in this world?

Well, I am fascinated by time travel.  This is sort of an embarrassing confession, but sometimes I have a fleeting thought that suggests that I kind of actually think time travel is real.  Like, "Imagine when those visitors from 1950 come and see our cell phones!"  So, I'd for sure say I'd rather be transported to a different time in this world.  I am especially taken by the 1950s, which I imagine were not quite as idyllic as people painted them out to be.  I think there was probably a lot of hidden unhappiness and unrest, and I'd like to go and check it out for myself.  Also I'd like to wear one of those big skirts with the crinolines underneath.  And tell people about my cell phone.  (Though of course my cell phone demo would be really stupid, because without any cell phone towers, my phone wouldn't get a signal and I'd basically just be showing everybody a dark plastic box.) 

August 24: What book did you always take out from the school library?

If there was a book I checked out repeatedly, I don't remember what it was.  I do have fond memories of going to my elementary school library, where the librarian was Mrs. O'Donnell.  Ethel O'Donnell--is there any more quintessential name for an old-timey school librarian?  (A quick Google search just revealed that she died in 1998.  Here's her obituary.  I didn't realize she had such a Chicago connection.)  Oh, and the librarian at my middle school was Mr. Yates.  I remember in eighth grade, a few of us were selected to participate in a week-long session where we learned about the library's new online periodicals database, Dialog.  This was my first exposure to a (very primitive) Internet.  Mr. Yates was so excited about Dialog, and I remember him practically bursting when he told us about how he was able to get up-to-the-minute news and weather information from as far off as the East Coast of the United States!  We used Dialog to get a list of articles about a particular topic, and then we had to go to the public library and pull up the articles on microfiche and microfilm.  Then we had to write a report.  My report was about popular TV shows.  I was so lame.  At the time I was super obsessed with Murphy Brown, which was kind of an odd obsession for a 14-year-old girl. (Also apparently Dialog is still around, but in a more advanced format.) 

August 25: What do you think about the act of banning books?  

I'm mostly against it.  I do believe that some content is inappropriate for young children, but I think most of the time books get banned for really stupid reasons.  Like when you hear about a dictionary getting banned because it has the word sex in it.   Or when Harry Potter gets banned because some religions have a problem with witchcraft.  Those are not valid reasons to ban a book altogether from a library or school. 

August 26: Would you rather publish a work of fiction or a work of non-fiction?

I'd be happy to publish anything, although I don't have the discipline to write a book.  I guess fiction books are more likely to sell, so from a financial standpoint I'd rather publish a work of fiction.  But there would be something really cool about doing all kinds of research and being an expert on some particular topic.  Ultimately, I'd say, the money issue notwithstanding, I'd rather publish a work of non-fiction.  

Look at Us, Doing Something Outside Our House

When Nathan was about two, we used to go everywhere.  Zoos, museums, parks--you name it, and we were probably there at least twice a week.  Two years old was that perfect sweet spot where he was old enough to be entertained by various kids' activities, but not so old that he was too busy with school and other activities.  Also for the first time in my parenting career I was neither depressed nor working, so I wanted to take advantage of my new-found energy and free time and go everywhere that Chicagoland had to offer for kids.

But then about a year ago things got busier for us, and we just didn't go as many places as we used to.  Nathan started going to school Tuesday and Thursday, and then I signed him up for the supplemental preschool at the high school Monday and Friday.  And even when we did have time to go somewhere, I felt he was too overwhelmed from his other programs and needed a quiet break from stimulation.

Which, honestly, is fine.  Obviously a small child cannot handle that much stimulation and activity, and besides I want him to be able to entertain himself with simple, at-home activities.  Now that he's old enough to participate in preschool and various extracurricular activities, those take the place of the old field trips we used to take, enrichment-wise.

Also this summer I started doing freelance work, and we just can't be jetting off to fabulous locales at the pace we used to.  And, again, while it's challenging to keep Nathan entertained while I work, it's mostly good for him to practice having to entertain himself with the (vast quantity of) toys he has at home.

But sometimes I still feel that urge to get out and do something completely different.  We're in Week 2 of 3 of a particularly boring spell, because it's that "stuck between summer and fall" sort of period.  Bill's classes have started again, so he's gone more, but Nathan's preschool doesn't start until after Labor Day.  Most of his friends have started school, so there's nobody to play with.  The gym daycare has very limited hours during the month of August.  And I have some major work deadlines, but my new babysitting arrangement doesn't start until September 8.  There seems to be very little structure to our days, which honestly makes it surprisingly exhausting to try to make it through the day and keep everybody entertained and deal with various personal, professional, and household responsibilities.

I haven't felt like going to the gym, even when the daycare is open.  And making dinner?  Why would anybody do that?!  Laundry?  Whatever.  Hey, Nathan, you wanna watch that Wow, Wow, Wubzy DVD again? 

Obviously I'm in a bit of a rut.  And yesterday I just got that feeling that it was time to shake things up.

And what better place to shake things up than Northwest Indiana?

No, but seriously, we only live about 12 minutes from the Indiana border, and Bellaboo's Play and Discovery Center in Lake Station, Indiana is, in my opinion, the gold standard for children's museums.  It has all the typical hands-on children's museum stations (your water room, your construction area), plus a giant indoor jungle gym with a ball pit.  It's everything you need to wear your child out give your child an enriching afternoon of play-based learning that incorporates both large- and small-motor skills. Plus every day they have extra activities like cooking classes and gardening activities, which are included in the price of admission.

So, yesterday we went to Bellaboo's.  Against all odds, we arrived before the place even opened.  Yesterday was one of those days that happens about once a month around here, where Nathan randomly wakes up at 4:30 a.m. and never goes back to sleep.  So we were up very early.  The 9:00 departure time felt like practically lunchtime.

Anyway, we were early, and the museum hadn't opened yet.  We had about 15 minutes to wander around the lake next to the museum. 

Now, I should note that at this early point in the day, I discovered my camera battery was dead.  So all the pictures are from my cell phone.  Still, we had wonderful light and scenery to work with outdoors, so I think these next two pictures came out well:

He can never just stand still and pose.  He has to come at you, charging. 

This picture is quirky, but I like it.  He loves to pick dandelions and give them to me, telling me that I should put them in a jar of water at home.  Except ... we weren't going home for another six hours, and also?  It's a weed.  So then I show legitimate gratefulness for the gesture, and then discreetly drop the dandelion on the ground. 

This was right before he stepped in gross swampy water and we had to spend the next ten minutes in the car holding his shoes in front of the air conditioner vents.  

Finally, with dry-ish shoes on Nathan's feet, we went to the museum.  First stop: the ball pit, which I think makes a fantastic photo backdrop.  But of course Nathan was too quick for my cell phone camera, so I just took a picture of the empty ball pit: 

There, now you know what a ball pit looks like.  In case you never visited a Chuck E. Cheese's in the 1980s. 

Blurry view of the awesome fort we built in the construction area:


He was adamant that the fort fully hide his entire body, but unfortunately we ran out of blocks.  So you can still see his hands:


Oh, and you guys?  Outside they were constructing a new dinosaur dig play area!  It looks like it is going to be super cute!  Here's a photo of our pretend construction with the real construction workers in the background:

No, I did not take this photo because I wanted a topless picture of that one guy on the left. 

We then covered up the gap in the fort with some florescent safety vests:


Water room photo, blurry as all hell:


I thought this next activity was fun: Painting your name on the windows in the art room:




The cooking activity of the day was putting frosting and sprinkles on a chocolate-chip cookie.  So, you know, a health food:









And then, the activity we'd been waiting for ... Stuffee!  Stuffee is a large stuffed animal with a zipper, and when you unzip the zipper, he has various organs stuffed inside.  They only take him out on Thursdays at 1:30, and Nathan has been asking for months when we can go and see Stuffee. 

Nathan after just listening to Stuffee's heart.


Nathan's turn to pull out an organ.  He picked the heart.  

Following Stuffee's organ harvest, the museum employee led a discussion about what makes your heart beat faster.  After discussing exercise, she invited the kids to come up and take turns bouncing on a small trampoline to make their hearts beat faster.  A group of kids under 5 + a trampoline = chaos.  And at one point Nathan became frustrated that this little kid, who could not have been more than two, was taking too long on the trampoline, so he shoved the kid off.  And the kid did a full 360-degree tumble off the trampoline and onto the floor.  A room full of parents and caregivers gasped.  Oh yay. 

I whisked Nathan out of the Stuffee room and over to the concession area, where it was time for a time-out.  Here's the thing, though: Nathan does not handle time-outs well. He gets so mad.  Which might be kind of a good thing, because at least I know it's an effective punishment, but it also tends to escalate matters.  Now he was all Go away!  I don't want to see you!

I didn't want the fun outing to end on a sad note, especially over the activity Nathan was eagerly anticipating for months, so eventually I got him calmed down and he played some more in the playground.  Then we did the "Little Diggers" activity where he learned about gardening and planted a seed.  He was perfectly lovely and pleasant for that activity.  

That was the end of our outing.  We stopped at the chocolate and gummi bear factory on the way home.  

It was an exhausting day, but it was fun to do something different for a change.  I'm feeling like we need to get back into day trips as much as possible this year. While of course I want to do activities for my child's personal enrichment, and for parental bonding, and because this is the last year he won't be in school full-time, I admit that my interests in educational field trips are largely motivated by the fact that our local public school system asks parents of incoming kindergarteners to complete a checklist indicating which local museums and other venues your child has visited.  Now, I'm sure this checklist is not used in any sort of evaluation/placement capacity, and in truth it's likely that nobody ever looks at the form, except maybe for the purpose of planning field trips.  But, given my overall annoying competitive nature, I of course view this particular checklist as some sort of test of my parenting skills.  And while Nathan has been to most of the museums, it's not likely he'll remember, say, that trip to the Field Museum when he was two.  (Though he will fondly recall his time wearing the space suit and exploring the space area at the "sanitarium.")  So, this year we're going to hit all the museums again, I swear.  Because, dammit, I am going to rock that parental evaluation random supplemental enrollment form. 

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Brief Ad/Plug/Reminder

Quick quiz:

227 is:

(a) My grandma's high score in bowling
(b) My all-time high for daily pageviews on this blog
(c) A mediocre 80's-era TV show 
(d) All of the above

That's right, (d) All of the above! 

I remember when my grandma bowled a 227, she actually made a big poster in her living room saying, "I bowled a 227!!!"  I felt equally excited yesterday when I found out I got 227 pageviews, which is my all-time high.  I'm not making a poster, though.  This blog post will have to suffice.

So, 227 is a good number for all-time highs.  Though I wouldn't call 227 an all-time high in the history of television.

But anyway, I can attribute all my new blog friends to my awesome giveaway of Hi-Tec C pens from Tokyo Pen Shop!  Have you entered yet?  Do it now!  Or, you know, before Sunday at 11:59 p.m. CST.

And, fun preview: Next week I'm doing a giveaway of a food-oriented nature.