I’m Amanda, a vintage-wearing, dog-loving, 30-something marketing exec living in the Twin Cities. Yes, it’s cold here.
But actually, I only recently became a resident of the Land O’ Lakes – for the last decade or so I’ve been in San Francisco, where I dipped my toe in the warm waters of Tech Startup Land. Go ahead and Google “women in the Silicon Valley,” I’ll wait. All those articles you see? About how there aren’t any women in the Silicon Valley, or how underserved and miserable they are? It’s kinda like that.
So I moved to Minnesota.
Also, there is a guy. Isn’t there always? A really cute, smart, talented guy, and I like him a lot. Like. A LOT. Enough to move to Minnesota and enough to change my stance on kids, which has basically been “I don’t want kids” since I was a kid myself.
I honestly can’t tell you why I didn’t want children of my own. Ever since I was small, I just didn’t. Then I grew up to be a workaholic and traveled all the time and had a failed first marriage to my college sweetheart and it didn’t seem like I had time for kids. Or the temperament, because seriously I can be the most selfish person, and I like things the way I like them.
Now I have Claire, and she is the most AMAZING little person. She was born in 2006, at a time when I was getting out of a terrible job at an ad agency to take an awesome job at a startup media company. My life was changing so rapidly then, and sometimes I imagine her being born all the way across the country and think of how she changed her mom (who is lovely) and her dad (whom I love). Now she’s changing me all over again, and it’s scary.
For instance, just as she warned would happen, I sound like my own mother in my head all the time.
The Befuddled Stepmother is about this stuff. Duh, right? It’s so obvious. I’m sure I will also sneak in stories about our menagerie of animals, listed in order of adoption:
Kitty: A very old, mouthy calico cat. She had a name once that she clearly loathed, so we ditched it. Her meows are amusing and legendary.
Cooper: A 60-ish pound pitbull with a barking problem, and also a licking problem. Put your face close enough, and he will French kiss you every time.
Huck: A 90-ish pound Labrador/Great Dane mix with an addiction to playing fetch. He also bays like a hound dog, earning him the nicknames Huckaroo, Roo, and Roo-ster, among others.
Toby: A 16-ish pound tomcat with human-like facial expressions. He is also a real trooper with Claire and her friends, who have been known to put underpants on his head.
Real quick, because this is getting stupid long:
- I also blog about vintage fashion over at Vehemently Vintage, with my very excellent friend Jann. She taught me about Gene Shelly (AKA the designer that invented a dress in which you can eat a burrito and still be comfortable), and after that I was sold. I bought Claire a vintage dress once that still doesn’t’ fit, and I love it way more than she does. Vintage Me and Step-Mom Me haven’t quite come to terms.
- Even though I know swimming is way better for little old accident-prone me, I’m a runner. A slow, slow runner. Joel (my guy) can run a 7-minute mile for lots of miles in a row. I ran exactly one 7-minute mile, several years ago, and then I turned around and walked back to my car. I like to do races, though, so might talk about that sometimes.
- I really, truly suck at playing Barbie or playing pretend. Claire is the QUEEN of playing pretend, so it’s a miracle she likes me at all, let alone loves me. I mean, I’m the worst. I can’t stress that enough. What kind of mom can’t play pretend? I worry about this all the time.