Another Epilogue: More Popular Than A Journalist In Egypt

A kid with whom I went to high school is reporting from Egypt for CNN.
Click here if you can’t see the video of him.

I'm actually writing: I can't believe that I'm pretending to be a reporter.

And now back to my mundane life on the Internet:

1) I bragged at about N being potty trained. And she has had at least two accidents a day since the piece was published. Thanks a lot KARMA. Click here: My 21 Month Old Is Potty-Trained And I’d Like To Take All The Credit

2) An old post of mine on women’s magazines, size zero and my daughter was featured at Endless Beauty. Click here: Size Zero

3) On my other site, This Blogger Makes Fun of Stuff, I reviewed the suck that is my last two garlic presses, Garlic Presses That Are Owned By Vampires. Probably, and Twitter unanimously agreed that I need the Pampered Chef garlic press. If you are a Pampered Chef person, hit me up with an email: [email protected].

4) Finally, if you’re local, I’m speaking on the Social Media Club panel for “Social Media, Moms and Marketers”. It’s Thursday, February 17th. For more information and tickets click here: SMCRVA (also let me know if you’re going because we will definitely need to high five and probably dance. PS. There won’t be music.

My thoughts and prayers are with the people in Egypt.  And a little bit with my daughter who won’t use the potty anymore.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

4 thoughts to “Another Epilogue: More Popular Than A Journalist In Egypt”

  1. My SIL is one of those. She and her hubby were once 2 hours late for their own anniversary dinner, which I was graciously cooking. Their excuse? They stopped for a bottle of wine.

    I never cooked for them again.

  2. I feel like I say this about all of your posts, but the Size Zero one is one of my favorites. I gives me chills and makes me want to start a war all at the same time.

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