Guess what? Twitter is sexy and these guys are the proof.

When I announced my Top 5 Sexiest Twitter Dudes last January, the blog post flattered many of the men on the ist and while most of them are still tweeting and definitely sexy as all hell, there are other men who have dethrowned them and will now take a seat on my list of the Top 10 Sexiest Twitter Dudes.

If you don’t think there’s anything sexy about Twitter – think again. As I wrote in my Top 5 Sexiest Twitter Dudes post, “people don’t just like Twitter because of the information we can share and the friendships we can form – the place is also a gigantic flirtatious chat room.”

Think about it. We all flirt every day in the flesh – why not on Twitter?

If you’re new to Twitter and want to find out how to get the most of your time check out my post for Twitter Virgins or Twirgins. And if you’re not on Twitter yet – you will be sign up (takes a few seconds) and start following these guys.

10. @thatbradguy

Full disclosure. Brad is one of my best friends and now a business partner but he is also one of the sexiest guys on Twitter. If you want proof, check out my tattoo video for evidence. Remember? He was the guy with me. I also follow Brad on Twitter because he’s my primary source for all news about WordPress, SEO and blogging, if there’s anything new or up and coming in he tells me about it first. Without him I’m not sure where I would be and he’s absolutely adorable. Follow Brad on Twitter.

9. @Jack

He helped to create Twitter and that’s hot. The ultimate Twitter bad boy, Jack Dorsey has over 1,000,000 followers so the odds of him ever giving you the time of day are slim to none. He also happens to be sexy as hell, as clearly displayed by his avatar up there along with the pictures he often tweets. And did I mention that he had a big hand in creating Twitter? Now that’s sexy. Follow Jack on Twitter.

8. @TheAutoInsider

The allusive Auto Insider keeps his true identity under wraps, his avatars never shed light on his face. I met him one night when another one of my Twitter and Fiesta Movement buddies, @soandysaid called and asked if his buddy from Michigan could crash on my couch until he could be here himself. The two were meeting at my place with their Fiestas. Long story. Too long to tell here. But in the end the Auto Insider ended up on my sleeping on my couch (with John Bear’s blessings) and then waking up to eat my now famous cottage cheese pancakes (he’s been tweeting about them ever since). And while none of you have seen his face I can tell you he’s a bit of a hottie. What really got me though and what will always have him on my list of sexy Twitter dudes is the 20 minutes he spent wrestling with Benjamin and Sydney. Click here for photographic evidence (you won’t be able to see his face though) and follow The Auto Insider on Twitter.

7. @chrisblake

That sexy musician guy. I love seeing his sexy Twitter avatar float across my screen and his music isn’t bad either. He’s @ replied me a few times which means he’s down to Earth and not too high up to forget about us little people. Follow Chris Blake on Twitter.

6. @kyleplacy

Ummmm…. he’s sexy. That’s all I can say about Mr. Kyle Placy. Find him on Twitter here.

5. @MackCollier

Because everyone needs a nice, sweet southern gentlemen with a sexy cowboy hat on in their Twitter stream. Mack’s blog on viral marketing – the Viral Garden – is one of the first I ever discovered. I credit him for teaching me a lot of what I know and think of him as a social mentor. Follow Mack on Twitter.

4. @ChrisBrogan

He’s Chris Brogan. A legend in the industry already. I could go on and on about his accomplishments in social media but if you follow him on Twitter you’ll pick up quickly that he’s a devoted father and husband. I also love his daddy blog, Dad-O-Matic. As a single mama I guess I have a major soft spot for awesome dads.

3. @mattlogelin

The ultimate single dad. Is there anything sexier than a man who spills his heart to the world on his blog dedicated to the memory of his beautiful wife Liz and to the life of his adorable daughter Madeline? If Shakespeare were alive today he would be blogging and it would read a little something like Matt Logelin’s. His Twitter account is equally as awesome as his blog. Right now a group of his female followers are crusading to sell 100 tickets to a gala for the Liz Logelin Foundation. If they sell enough tickets Matt will shave his beard. Even though that beard is getting pretty long, he is still absolutely sexy – inside and out. Another one I can verify with certainty because we’re buds. If you haven’t already, be sure to watch my interview with Matt and follow him on Twitter.

2. @mashable

Pete Cashmore, the CEO of Mashable, is the Prince Charming of social media. He looks, style, overall sex appeal and his Scottish accent have earned him that title. And if you’re not distracted by that sexy avatar of his you’ll notice that his tweets are always valuable, smart and informative. His is one of the Twitter streams I check on a regular basis just to make sure I haven’t missed any social media news or break throughs. Last spring at SXSW Interactive I ran into Pete at a coffee stand and after I fought off the urge to faint I approached him. He stopped and actually took a minute to talk to me even though I’m sure he had somewhere better to be. Now I add him to this list with face to face verification that he is indeed sexy as all get out. Click here on his Twitter profile to see another full picture.

1. @johnraymond4

What can I say? I’m totally biased. But I think my boyfriend is definitely the sexiest guy on Twitter. The best is when we start flirting via Twitter to each other. We’ve been publicly shamed for excessive Twitter PDA on multiple occassions. Follow John Bear here.

Do you have a sexy Twitter dude to add to my list? Leave a comment. I’m always on the lookout for sexy and smart guys to follow.

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My first memory is of toddling behind my mother along a dark hiking trail somewhere out West. 

I must have been about Benjamin’s age.

A few hours earlier we had all split up. My father and some of my other siblings stayed on top of the trail while my mom and the rest of us went in. And now we were completely and utterly lost. In the quickly fading light all we had seen were the yellow buffalo crossing signs. Soon we spotted a road. We waited until a car drove by, flagged it down and hitched a ride back to the parking lot where my frantic father was waiting. 

Some say your first vivid memory defines your personality. 

Does this mean I’m lost? Or afraid? Sounds familiar.

But I’m finding my way. I’m finding it through the eyes of my son, the most amazing thing that could ever happen to someone fearful of love is finding someone who loves you unconditionally. And through him I’m learning how to let someone love me. 

On our trip we didn’t get lost. Not once.

And all along the way I couldn’t help but wonder which one of the memories will be his first.

Seeing his first plane 

or riding on one?

Or will it be his second flight when the raisin snacks from the first flight gave him a vicious poop attack? (Thanks mommy). Poor kid was screaming his brains out. Luckily the nice man sitting next to us was beyond accommodating. We made him stand up at least six times but he smiled every time. 

Maybe it will be driving up to the house we rented in the heart of Joshua Tree. 

The view from the kitchen table. 

The cowboy bath tub.

The drive down the mountain to get firewood. 

The coyote we saw along the way.

The sunset pouring through the windows in every room. 

Or maybe it will be meeting one of his mommy’s greatest friends

and his beautiful daughter whose eyes seem to radiate hope.

Maybe it will be one of those. 

But if I was a betting woman I’d put my money on the moment when he escaped while mommy was busy packing to scale this hill in the back yard. 

When he got to the top he shouted, “Look, Mommy, lookie! I made it! All by myself! I made it!” 

He needs to stop growing immediately. And we definitely need to take more family vacations. 

I did discover something in the desert… that my son is ready to travel. And that, my friends, is an unbelievable thing because traveling is – by far – one of his mother’s favorite things.

Before our last flight Benjamin and I were running through the airport to let off steam. We were both laughing and panting at the end of our race, still high on the adventure behind us and on the adventures to come. Five years ago his father and I had been running through an airport laughing. We’d just been cleared by the INS. Somehow my gorgeous French-Canadian boyfriend had been allowed back in the country, and after they’d stamped his passport we bolted off in a full sprint trying to catch our flight. The immigration lawyers would tell us later they’d never seen a stamp like that before. 

It had an expiration date. 

Three weeks later we’d be married. And one year later I’d be pregnant with Benjamin. 

Traveling always brings good things. Always. No matter how they appear at first and no matter how difficult, there’s always something magical on the journeys we take whether they be to a place or somewhere deep in our hearts.

The trick is finding your way back home.

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Have you seen the new Momversation series? I love these videos.

And this question really hit home for me. I have had quite a few toxic friendships in my days and yes, breaking up with a woman is a helluva lot harder than dumping a dude. Check this out.

Do you have toxic friendships? It’s critical for us single moms to only keep good friends in our lives. Anyone who drains, strains or just makes you feel yucky needs to go – no matter what the reason.

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Speaking of friends (not toxic ones). Morgan is on her way up for a weekend visit with Lucca. Can’t wait! And still can’t believe she’s so close.

And Benjamin and I are just one week away from our trip to California.

If you haven’t already – save the date for our play date in Los Angeles with Matt & Maddy. I also  just found out that Rebecca Woolf (Girl’s Gone Child) is coming. Needless to say I am freaking out. Rebecca is like the blogging worlds Angelina Jolie – she should have her own promotional mugs, yeah, she’s that cool.

Good times with good (non-toxic) friends in the very near future. And no toxic cigarettes will be a part of the equation.

So… tell me about your toxic friendships.

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On March 1st, these two…

Will be meeting Benjamin and I

For a little play date.

It should be interesting…

We’ll be at Shane’s Inspiration playground (Griffith Park). Word has it there’s a carousel. Just bring yourselves and your kids. And you don’t have to be a single parent or even a parent to show up – everyone is invited.

When: March 1st, 2009 – 3:00 – 5:30 p.m.
What: Just a fun get together
Where: Shane’s Inspiration, Griffith Park – Los Angeles (directions)
Who: Single parents or not, everyone is welcome

If you missed Matt and Maddy on the Rachel Ray show, here’s a clip.

We can’t wait to see you!

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Okay. I know. I can’t click these heels and be delivered from evil, but…

they make me feel like I could.

They’re amazing. My dream flats. And they were only $17.99 at Target. This picture doesn’t do them justice, just wanted you to know they’re on sale this week — because they won’t last. And no, Target didn’t pay me to say that…

There is no place like home, but I need to get out of here – for longer than 48 hours.

This time I’m taking Benjamin with me. We’re going out to California at the end of the month to hide away from the world in Joshua Tree National Park (no offense world, but you can be annoying and those Joshua Trees look pretty cool).

This will be our first vacation together and Benjamin’s first flight.

I am still in awe that we are even able to do this – to take a vacation. Financially speaking such a thing would have been absolutely impossible a few years ago. I found some incredibly cheap tickets though and we’re renting a place outside of the park. Rather than shopping or paying for a hotel, we’ll be hiking and eating packed lunches.

Aside from persuading the coyotes to adopt Benjamin into their pack, I’ll be trying to find a pet lizard for him and maybe even a cactus or two. Oh, and I’ll be completely unhooked from the internet – a very good thing.

On my last day, we’ll be heading back to Los Angeles to meet up with that Matt guy for a picnic and you’re all invited! I’m super excited about it but can’t tell you where yet — but I can tell you it will be in the afternoon on March 1st. So save the date. More details soon.

Speaking of Matt Logelin, he needs your help.

And because the economy sucks and wallets are tight – the Liz Logelin Foundation, a charity for widows and widowers with young children- has set up an easy way for you to donate. Get over there and check it out. At the very least, join his Facebook Group and spread the word to your friends.

In other news…

Morgan Siler, aka Modern Single Momma, a very dear blogging friend of mine has arrived in Kentucky with her man and her son. Visit her blog to see pictures of their road trip all the way from Portland.

Not sure who is coming to see who yet but I can’t even believe she’s living so close to me now. And we were both mentioned in this article in the Chicago Tribune today. It’s actually an excellent piece on being a dating single parent. You should definitely check that out.

And I’m about to attempt to make a tuna casserole for my little Benjamin. Wish me luck. Phew.

What a messy post. Hope you got something out of that.

Just had a lot to share.

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This weekend I took off for Nashville to meet that Matt guy up for a concert in a cave. 

Yep. A concert in a cave. (That’s me before the show started.) 

Needless to say, it was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever experienced. I’m sure Matt will give the concert, the band, and the cave more justice with his words and photography – so stay tuned to his blog for a post about it.

After the concert we headed to downtown Nashville

where this single mama got to dance her heart out to bands like this one. 

To everyone who lives in Nashville – cool city. I’m jealous.

Thanks to Drue, Benjamin’s first babysitter, I had a place to crash.

You haven’t heard about her here, but only because she left for Nashville just before I started writing this blog. Had I been writing during the first year you would have known that she got me through every day – just by being there, by being so positive – a steady light in a sea of shattered darkness. 

Helping a 27-year-old single mom who had just left her husband with a four-month-old baby could not have been easy. But it was for Drue. 

Here’s an old picture of them playing around in the bathroom with my camera.

We got to catch up on life and on Benjamin… the little boy who carries a mind she helped to form. And then I took off for the airport to catch my flight back home.

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Before I left for the trip Mia and I were having one of the many conversations we’ve had lately about dating, men and how we got here in the first place.

“We always pick the wrong men,” she said.

It’s a true statement. Since our teenage years Mia and I have consistently fallen for men who love us the hardest in the beginning only to hurt us the most in the end – the bad boys, or just the boys who are clearly bad for us. Regardless, both of our internal compasses on men have been way off for quite a while, thrown for a loop by a mix of bad luck, bad judgment and the desire to help these men, or – worse yet – fix them.

“So I’ve been thinking about it,” she told me, “And I think – from here on out – we should only date guys who aren’t messed up in any way.”

“You mean happy, employed, addiction free men?”

“Yeah. Men we don’t have to fix.”

Her face beamed at this revelation.

She’s right – our days of taking chances on wild card guys should be over. But it’s easier said than done. How do you realign that compass? My solution as of late – ever since Mr. Man – has been to not date at all. And it’s been nice. Safe. Kind of boring. But nice. 

So when I turned around in the plane terminal today and saw one of the most beautiful men I’ve seen in months standing right behind me, I was surprised to find myself wishing he’d be seated next to me.

But what were the odds?

I found my seat and then like some kind of sign from a higher power – he sat down in my row, just on the other side of the aisle. The woman sitting next to him said, “You two can sit together if you want, I can switch.” 

“Oh, we’re not together,” he said smiling.

After a few moments of silence he broke it with, “but you can sit next to me if you want.”

“I’d love to, but we’re practically next to each other already and this way I won’t drool on you when I pass out.” 

The plane shot up into the air and then we kept chit chatting. 

Tall, dark and handsome – I couldn’t help but blush every time he looked at me. By the time we landed I’d found out that he loves his job as a mechanical engineer, that he has two sisters, went to college near my sister, and had been flying home after a trip to visit his family. 

Normal, normal, normal – not one sign of bad boy in him.

I know I don’t know everything about the guy but given all of the above stats, he fits Mia and I’s new criteria. And at one point during the flight I looked out of the window and saw this…

another sign? I took it as one.

After we landed I handed him my business card and said, “I’m going to give you my number, just in case you ever want to hang out.” 

He accepted it gladly and then we walked together through the airport – ending at his shuttle and my taxi cab. We said our quick good-byes and that was that. Only then did it occur to me that I’d completely forgotten to bring up the whole single mom thing.

Typically I make it a point to tell any guy I’m interested in before I ask him out. It’s a single mom litmus test of mine and I feel like it’s only fair that they know. But for some reason Benjamin didn’t come up. 

So what should I do now? 

Tell him I am a single mom on the phone before we go out or on the first date?

And this, of course, is assuming he even calls. If he doesn’t, at least I tried to date a normal one… that’s a step in the right direction.

Back up reading:

• When do you tell him you’re a single mom?
• Single Mom Dating Advice

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I like to call Benjamin my hero.

Because he is. This little guy is my guy and my reason for doing all that I do, day in and day out. I wouldn’t have it any other way because at the end of every little storm he’s there waiting with a big sloppy kiss. But lately I can’t help but notice that Benjamin is growing up on me.

Today we had a snow day. My office, his school – both closed. Before I found out our office was closing I sent my co-workers this e-mail, thought I would share…

Benjamin has a snow day – that means I have to take one with him.

HA HA – SUCKERS!!!! Having kids is great – you should all go out and make one immediately!

I’m so professional. I love it. Not sure if anyone in my office found that e-mail as funny as I did, but it had me laughing for a good two minutes. I am such a dork for admitting that and sharing it. Please don’t make fun of me. And to all of my co-workers – thanks for putting up with me all of the time. I know I can be a pain in the ass.

After a morning and afternoon inside Benjamin and I finally broke through the ice sheet over my door and hopped outside to get to work.

While I shoveled (finally found one in my garage) Benjamin used his push cart to clear snow up and down the drive way. And while I heated up the car he spent a few minutes scraping the ice off of his form of transportation.

He’s also cleaning up after himself, serving himself juice, even helping me find things. But he still throws tantrums and needs tons of cuddling. It must be an odd place for a little man – on the verge of discovering so much.

Today while surfing through my archives I found this post – Prince Charming Can Kiss My Ass – it’s a little testament to Benjamin’s creation. Something you should read if you missed it… short but sweet and, as always, filled with some thought provoking questions.

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And also, two of my dearest single parent blogging friends would appreciate a second or two of your time.

1. Visit SwapMamas.com.

(For the love of saving some cash)

This is the pet project of my beloved Mommy Pie. She and I have been fans of each other’s blogs since way, way back – before most of you were even around. In fact I think there was a time when she and I were the only two people reading each other’s blogs. Her blog – unlike mine – will make you laugh out loud, every single day. The woman is hysterical.

(She’s also met a man, start here to see how and who).

So, back to Swap Mamas – it’s a social network for moms (and dads) who want to share their stuff. Easy as pie. Free stuff = good stuff. Join today and I’ll love you forever (so will Mommy Pie).

2. Give Matt Logelin a Bloggie

(For the love of beautiful blogging)

The Bloggies, awarded annually at SXSW Interactive in Austin, are to blogs as the Oscars are to movies. (Side note: I am planning on going to SXSW again this year – if any of you are, let me know so we can meet up).

Bloggies are reserved only for the best of the best, like Dooce and Pioneer Woman. And Matt, if he wins, would be the first single parent blogger to get the honor. I also – being a blog fanatic – believe that his is a true work of art and one of the best, if not the best, blogs I’ve ever read.

The deadline to vote is February 2nd… cast yours here - and please have your friends and family do so as well. It only takes a second. You’ll find Matt in the Best Topical Blog category.

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I’ve been caught up in life. 

It happens. 

But lately it hasn’t really been my life I’ve been caught up in. 

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First there’s that Matt guy – one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met.

There’s a reason why his blog has touched the hearts of hundreds and thousands… he is the real deal – a hero in his own right. The ultimate father, the ultimate husband, the ultimate human being.  

I spent Saturday night making this video… and as I dug for pictures of Liz in Matt’s Flickr account the tears welled up in my eyes, the lump in my throat. I wished I wasn’t making it at all. I wished none of us even knew him – just so he and Madeline could have her back again. Why is life so damn cruel? And why do the worst things always happen to the best people? 

On Thursday night Matt and I were eating at a very odd late night cafe in Chicago. 

“It won’t ever go away,” I told him, “It will just turn into this massive scar or like a third arm or something that you have to carry around all of the time. But no one else will ever be able to see it, that’s the shitty part.” 

He just nodded. Those beautiful eyes of his filled with the kind of pain no one should have to feel.

Between sporadic conversations about death – a subject I’m all too familiar with – we just had fun, pure fun.

Here’s Matt and my buddy Luke in the back of Jessica’s car. A single mom’s car… we thought it was funny.

Chicago is grand. Matt is grand. And I think, on some twisted and fucked up level, we are kindred spirits. I’ve actually been quite high on that fact for a few days now.

Making new friends is a very, very good thing.

So is traveling.

And there will be more of both in the very near future.  

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After pulling in from Chicago I spent a few hours in my apartment and then dashed over to Mia’s. 

No longer playing Monopoly or roller skating in her basement, we were sitting in her very adult living room while her daughter slept upstairs talking about how in the hell she is going to get through this. 

The pain Mia is experiencing is so familiar, yet so distant. Mine didn’t cheat on me but he hurt me… some men leave their women for another woman, others stay and ram it into their heads day after day. My words didn’t help much but I felt my presence would.

So I slept on her couch.

The next morning we were cleaning her kitchen. Stripping the refridgerator of memories – pictures, a lot of pictures – of Leah and him together. His arm clutching her around the shoulders. Her eyes sparkling from that well of her spirit, which is truly endless. 

Then, deep in her kitchen drawer we found a box of the letters we wrote to each other during elementary school, when we lived over 500 miles apart.

I’d like to say we opened them and read them, but we had shit to do – like move a massive dresser from my house to hers. Two single moms hauling a huge dresser in an alley, now that is a sight to see.

One knowing the other will pull through this… knowing her best friend will, in time, be free again – able to carry that limb around. And the other not sure what will become of her and the family she thought she had. 

Everything that was certain is now completely uncertain.

And there are no answers.

More posts from Mia are coming by the way. She wants to keep writing… and my blog is her blog. 

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On the way from Mia’s to Grandma’s and Benjamin, I stopped to visit Mr. Man.

I had to tell him the truth. He’s been missing me terribly – but I haven’t. I made my decision and many of you have written me e-mails, concerned that perhaps I was too rash – wondering if I may be too picky. But as soon as I e-mail the entire story back each of you has the same, simple reply — “Oh. I completely understand.”

He is surviving some major heart ache right now… and it’s not just because of me. These are old wounds. 

Again, I can’t go into the details. But Mr. Man is facing the test of his life. 

He’s also a friend and I will be there on the other side. I won’t be dating him but I will be there. 

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So then there’s sweet little Benjamin. 

With all of these stories around me – these people I care about so deeply going through so much pain – there’s one story that is still blissfully unchanged — Benjamin’s.

He’s been painting on his new easel every day. And just yesterday he figured out that if he globbed it all on at once he could rub his hands around in it, spread it on his face and then dash into Mommy’s bed after which she would proceed to freak out – pause – laugh – and grab the camera. 

If he’s not painting he’s playing with Woody and Buzz. Here is Buzz after Benjamin hurled him into the ground. I’m glad toys aren’t real.

And here he is about to mount his trusty steed (whose name is Patches) while wearing Mommy’s cowboy hat. Note paint – every where, along with sad old Christmas stuff. I can’t keep the place clean to save my life. I have officially quit, by the way, trying to clean.

Or talking Mommy’s ear off about the moon, the stars, dinosaurs and dragons. 

It dawned on my – just this week for some reason – that I have quite a happy little boy in my hands. 

It has all been worth it. Every minute of pain. That first year of absolute hell, trying to raise a baby on my own. 

Leaving him.

Escaping a bad situation.

And then maintaining that relationship so Benjamin could have a father, albeit not the best father, but a father.

I don’t know why it hadn’t hit me like this until now.

Maybe because Benjamin is finally becoming a real boy, a little boy – not a baby, not even a toddler – a boy. And he’s just so incredibly happy. I know all mothers say it, but my son is something else, something rare.

He was meant to be and I can not believe I had a hand in making him. 

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Oh, and here’s a little piece I wrote for We TV that has a little something to do with motherhood.  (The super hero girl is NOT me).

Apparently, I am the new Mommy Blogger there. A single mom speaking to all mothers. To say I’m honored would be an understatement. It’s my first “real” writing gig so please check it out.

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I just got home from my trip to Chicago.

The reason I went?

To meet this guy…

And he is just as remarkable as I had imagined.

That’s Matt freezing his ass off before we went to the top of the Hancock… and here’s me freezing my ass off , happy as can be just because I’m standing in front of a big happy tree.

There’s also something about this city that is beyond magical.

We only had one afternoon and evening to spend together but we also managed to meet up with this amazing single mom blogger (who I couldn’t snap a picture of because my camera’s battery died. URGH.)

Side note: If you live in Chicago keep your eye out for January 13th’s edition of the Red Eye, they interviewed me for an article on being a dating single mom. I’ll need someone to scoop up a copy for me…

I would write more but I’m going over to Mia’s house.

We’re going to watch Sex and the City (a momentary band aid for any woman who’s suddenly found herself single) and we’ll probably down an entire bottle of wine. Your comments to Mia’s “Letter to the Other Woman” have helped her tremendously. The letter has also been making it’s way across the internet — being posted as far away as Manila (I apparently have readers there – astonishingly beautiful readers by the way). I would link to them but it’s a password protected site.

Then tomorrow it’s off to pick up my little man… who is having the time of his life at Grandma’s – where today he spotted wild turkeys all on his own. How does a 2-year-old spot wild turkeys you ask? He sneaks off up the drive way – finds them hiding behind his uncle’s truck and then runs down the hill shouting in pure excitement to tell his Grandma. Amazing.

Life is pretty remarkable if you think about it, despite all of the pain it throws at us.

Without the pain we would not be able to feel the joy. And if you hadn’t guessed by how excited I sound, this trip was just what I needed to snap myself out of my little New Year’s funk.

And to all of you lurkers who came out of the closet I’ve read every one of your comments… just amazed out how remarkable each and every one of you are – and I’m so incredibly flattered that you’re here.

To 2009 and to single parents… may this year bring us the strength to not just go on, but to make all of our dreams a reality.

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Save the date for this!

And, I believe, you’ll be able to call in!

In addition to yours truly you’ll hear from Matt Logelin, O Solo Mama and Sassafrass Jess. It’s all thanks to SingleMindedWomen.com and Rachelle Chase, the host of SMW BlogTalkRadio.

Click here to listen to Rachelle’s interview with John Gray, author of Men are From Mars Women are From Venus. Interesting and very scary stuff. He details 12 ways women and men unknowingly create arguments, why women turn men off and why men suddenly “go cold” toward a relationship.

If you love me…

I know it’s kind of annoying (you have to register and everything) – but if you like this blog review it on Blogged.com. It would help boost my blog up in the rankings… shameless self-promotion, I know.

And, for the last time, when was your last date?

I’m loving my first little poll.

It was a dead heat between those of us who went on our last date 1-2 weeks ago and those who went on a date over 1 year ago! Now the 1-2 weekers are edging ahead. SO before I close the poll let me know when you had your last date. This is important single parent research people. And it’s fun!

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