So, a lot of stuff online, especially the marketing and many giveaways and the frequent popularity/value divide and the networking (sometimes) disguised as friendship, it all kind of makes me puke-y. But.
But. At the risk of sounding like a sheep, I would like to publicly declare that I love Stephanie Nielson. She doesn’t need my love in any way or know of it, but I love the blogging that she is doing, that she has been doing since she started blogging again after the accident. I read her and suddenly, what anybody says about me doesn’t matter. (Actually that’s a line from Some Kind of Wonderful, but you know what I mean.) I read her, and suddenly my kids smell better, my husband looks gleam-y eyed, and my doughy thighs that nevertheless function pretty darn well, even them I am quite grateful for.
I’ve been really emotional for the past couple months, and unfortunately it’s not because I’m pregnant, and I didn’t even know how badly I wanted to be pregnant again until the test this morning was negative. But my odd hormonal fluxes aside, read this post on Love and this Elephants and on Beauty and this one called A Mother, and then tell me you didn’t cry. A lot. In a good, cleansing-cathartic-reborn-renewed sort of way.
Stephanie is having a birthday this Saturday, and The Sweet Tooth Fairy down Provo-way is donating all proceeds from the sale of their vaNIElla cupcakes to the burn fund. I’m so cold and dead at heart that usually even fundraisers for good causes bring on a big Humbug, but I am going to be at the cupcake store buying cupcakes on Saturday. Tom and I have had these cupcakes, and though Tom says the frosting is almost too sweet (it isn’t), he really likes the cake part, which has an intriguing hint of nutmeg or cardamom (which I know aren’t that similar, it’s probably just nutmeg, but I have dreams that it could be cardamom).
If you don’t live in driving distance of the Provo, you can order cupcakes online, AND, you can enter to win a dozen cupcakes over at my friend Vanessa’s I Never Grew Up blog.
Amen.
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I gotta say, I don’t read her very often because she ALWAYS makes me cry. Her blog makes my blog seem so vain, useless, selfish. I would like to think that I could navigate that sort of challenge with her same level of grace and gratitude, but the truth is I couldn’t – wouldn’t and there would be far more griping.
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I’ve wondered about that, and certainly many of NieNie’s posts before the accident were much more cheerful (pleasant) than many of mine, but I think you never know what sort of perspective such a life-changing event would bring. I would like to have the perspective without the pain, though.
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Wow, I started reading and now I can’t stop. Thanks for sharing. I may have to drive down next Saturday and get me some cupcakes, too. It’s really a sacrifice, but someone’s gotta do it.
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you know, i agree. lots of things make me humbugish, but not this.
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Although I’ve heard about her story, I’ve never read her blog. I just read some great posts (although I should have taken your cry warning a little more seriously).
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I found out about Nie about two weeks after the accident and started reading. I ended up reading (and sobbing) for hours. I also sobbed over her sister, CJane’s, blog during the months after the accident as well.
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Jane Reply:
June 26th, 2009 at 9:11 am
CJane’s blog makes my ass twitch.
(movie trivia)
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Angie Reply:
June 26th, 2009 at 10:30 am
Jane,
Thanks for the info about the cupcakes. I think I will be driving into Provo tomorrow!
I thought you were a ‘Some Kind of Wonderful’ quoter, not a ‘French Kiss’ quoter
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Jane Reply:
June 26th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
I try to spread myself around. SKOW isn’t the ONLY movie, after all, just the best.
I did not particularly gravitate to her blog before the accident, but every since, I have loved it so much. She is suddenly very real to me, and her experience and the way in which she deals with it–so humanly–is inspiring to read.
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