Movin’ On Up

Can you believe after so few posts in the last several months, I’ve actually redesigned and moved my blog? I feel like I just bellied up to the bar and ordered a round of drinks… all for myself. Is anyone out there anymore? […anymore …anymore …?]

Well. My new blog is halfmama.com. No more blogspot, baby. Some of you may already know this because I messed with it yesterday and got all my feeds mixed up, thus sending a dozen posts out to the feedlands again. Sorry about that.

Please readjust your blogs, feeds, readers, televisions.
www.halfmama.com

Thanks! Hopefully, I’ll see you over there.

Mofo Delurk Day

I like this — probably because it uses the word Mofo in it. Schmutzie’s Milk Money, Sweetney, and JenandTonic have declared today The Great Mofo Delurk 2007. I don’t know who they are, but they sound official to me. And speaking of handles, Jen and Tonic has got to be one of the cooler ones. I wish my name sounded like booze.

So, I’m hijacking their officially-coined day. Delurk mofos! Show yourselves in the comments please.

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The Incredibly Boring Evolution of Halfmama

Thank you everyone, for the kind comments from my last post. We had a very nice dinner out at a Korean restaurant that Sarah recommended (thanks again Sarah!).

One weird moment came when G and I ordered OB beers. The waitress asked what size we wanted, and we both said large. They came out with two 40s (or 20s, or whatever they were; they were large) and three glasses — odd, considering we had two little kids with us. So, I poured a glass for my mom, despite the fact that she rarely drank beer. But, it was good to share some of my 40 with her. Since she always liked to tell me that I drank too much. I guess I wasn’t fooling her when I came home hungover after spending the night at friends’ houses.

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A commenter asked me where I got my nickname, halfmama, from. I can’t tell if this commenter is serious or not because in my mind, it is obvious. However, one of my best friends asked me the same question when I first started my blog, so perhaps it isn’t obvious. Jenn, if you are kidding, don’t laugh at me for answering, for I am one of the most gullible people you will meet. For example, momomax and I just discovered on facebook that we went to the same school, and she joked that I had hooked up with her husband while we were all there. And I believed her. Not only because I am gullible, but also because obviously, I’m a slut and I can’t even remember the people with whom I’ve hooked up. 

So… halfmama? Well, CrazyMomOfHalfKoreanHalfAmericanTwins.blogspot.com seemed a little long. Then, I tried to be halfmom but well… that was taken, sort of. That blogger had not posted to it in over a year, but apparently, that was besides the point. I wrote a very nice email asking if she was still using it and was promptly chastised for it. I won’t link here because that lady has sitemeter set up and she scares me a little. I don’t want her seeing any traffic coming from me. Apparently, being one with G*d permits this lady to be a royal, self-important bitch. My prompting also made her realize that the internet needed some more of her gospel, so she quickly resumed posting to her account.

Thus, halfmama was born.

My self-dubbed name really comes from the twins; from the fact that, quite often, I feel like half a mom to each of them, splitting my time and attention and trying desperately to be fair so they don’t grow up to be like Jeen and Sunny Han. It also comes from the attempt to navigate and embrace their ties to two different cultures. 

That is it in a nutshell. I won’t go into the number two making appearances in my life in random ways because that’s an even more boring topic than this one, if you can believe it. I’ll just say that quite often, my life seems to be multiplied or divided or appointed by the number two.

There you go. Now wasn’t that the most fascinating post you’ve ever read?