The true bottom of a bowl of soup

Posted on Saturday 29 April 2006

I forgot to mention where the reference came from on my last post. You may know that it’s from a Campbell’s Soup commercial. But it has a certain special significance for me. I used to teach religious ed (in a long-past life) when I was in high school. I worked with 4th grade kids and would frequently ask them to read out loud from the book. I had one student who flat-out refused to read. I assumed he had a learning disability or some other reason for being uncomfortable reading aloud, so I would gently encourage him to read just a sentence or two. Each week he would refuse. One day we had a bit of a show-down. I asked him to try to read a sentence and he just sat there… and sat there… and sat there. I was getting frustrated and the other kids were starting to fidget when one of the boys suddenly started to sing, “There’s nothing like getting to the bottom of a bowl of soup…” I had to choke back my laughter. The best part, though, was that my reluctant reader suddenly started reading and wouldn’t stop. And you know, he turned out to be the strongest reader in the group. Now, whenever I’m in a situation that’s taking longer than I would like, I just think of that song and have to smile.

The song now has new meaning to me! Did you know that in 1969 Campbell’s Soup was accused faking ads by putting marbles in the bottom of their soup to make it look chunkier? Perhaps the jingle I remember was poking fun at this FTC-imposed drama. (If you’re curious about the legality of this whole situation and related advertising ploys, here’s more than you could possibly want to know on the subject.)

I also consider it highly ironic that included in the many Campbell’s Soup Kids toy marketing campaigns are a set of Soup Kids marbles.

This may be more than you ever wanted to know about Campbell’s Soup, but if not… The Museum of Beverage Containers and Advertising has some more information about the start of the company as well as magazine ads from 1906-1929.

Suddenly feeling nostalgic with all of this talk of soup? Check out where you can view commercials (including a few from Campbell’s Soup), TV show intros, and movie trailers from the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s.

Christy @ 11:32 pm
Filed under: Random and Weird
There’s nothing like getting to the bottom of a bowl of soup…

Posted on Sunday 23 April 2006

Everything takes longer than I think it will. I don’t know if that makes me an optimist or just stupid. This blog is the perfect example. I think, “La la la [ok, maybe I don’t think that EXACTLY], I think I’ll start a blog.” All kinds of people have blogs and I’m technologically more savvy than a good percentage of them, so no big deal, right? But I can’t just head to a blogging site and keep my blog there. Oh, no. I decide my blog needs to reside on a new domain (my old one wasn’t good enough). And I need just the right name for the domain (see below).

I survived all of that, obviously, since here you are. But that’s not the end of it. The themes that came with the blog weren’t interesting enough, so I went looking about for just the right theme. As of this post, I haven’t found it, but I’ve decided on temporarily good enough. Now I’ve decided that I need a logo. Not just any logo, but a super fabulous, custom designed, character logo. I’m still working on that one.

Now I’m fighting with various plugins to make my blogging life easier. Hah. I won’t even get into that particular drama.

So my 10-minute, “Let’s start a blog” project has taken almost 2 weeks just for me to post something. The problem is that my whole life is like this. I manage to over complicate the most basic things and turn them into monumental projects. Is there a help group for this? If so, someone send along the contact info. Then again, don’t. I’ll just end up deciding they need a podcast!

Christy @ 11:42 pm
Filed under: Business Stuff andKudos andMe
Welcome to!

Posted on Saturday 22 April 2006

Why “” Here’s the thing. I never really dreamed about being a wife and mother. I assumed I would get married and have kids (sort of like I just assumed I’d go to college after high school, but that’s another story), but I wasn’t overly passionate about it. I had friends who couldn’t wait to get married and start a family, but I had other things on my mind and figured it would happen when the time was right. I’m not going to launch into the long story of my 20’s, but suffice to say that it didn’t happen. I honestly wasn’t even sure I wanted to have kids at all. What did happen was that I turned 30, found myself single, living with roommates I couldn’t stand in a rented apartment, with a job that bored me and that I didn’t believe in and not really doing anything particularly interesting with my life. In June of 2001, my mediocre life started to unravel and then weave itself back together.

It started when I was “laid off” from the job that made my day-to-day life drudgery. “Laid off” in this case is a euphemism developed by my former employer to keep my bi-racial self from suing them. I took my severance package and never looked back. The next day I mailed off my resume and cover letter to my “ideal” job that I had discovered just a few days before. Long story, but in the end I landed the job I would hold for the next four years as my life continued to evolve at a rapid pace. I’m sure I’ll write more about those adventures at some point, but among other things, this position allowed me to travel throughout the United States, as well as the Asia-Pacific area (including the Philippines, China, Taiwan, Australia, and New Zealand). And all the while I was working with kids and having a lot of fun doing it.

We all remember what took place that September and the events of 9/11 changed us all forever. One small result, I believe, was a reminder that life is too short and fragile to wait. I wouldn’t be surprised to see that the use of dating services/online dating, and the number of marriages and children born had increased significantly in the few years following. I, for one, was ready to let go of the past and forge ahead. This meant finally letting go of my college love: a guy who had been drifting in and out of my life for years. He met someone new, and I started looking for someone new myself.

I met an amazing guy online (Yahoo Personals, if you must know) in the winter of 2001, fell in love, and in January of 2004, was engaged to be married. We got married on October 3, 2004, bought a new house in November of the same year (I missed the closing because I was in Australia for work) and were pregnant by the end of February 2005. Suddenly I had an entirely new identity from the one I had known for the previous 30+ years. To be honest, it freaked me out a bit. I had always been the free spirit in my family… the traveler, the explorer, the nomad. I went though a series of life-changing experiences, and they made me…. Normal. Ack!

Back to the original question; why “More Than Mommy?” My sister told me a story the other day that kind of sums it up. She overheard her oldest child (a precocious 5-year old) telling her younger sister (a precocious 3-year-old), “When mom was younger, her name was Sandra.” And there it is. To your children, you aren’t a person with interests, dreams, and experiences. You’re Mommy. And to them that’s everything. But the reality for many of us is that that isn’t everything. Sure, we all know moms who are no longer able to discuss anything other than poopy diapers, pediatrician appointments, and the cutest little things their kids say and do. But there are those of us with careers, talents, friends, aspirations, political views, and… names.

So, Hi. I’m Mommy, aka Christy. And when I needed some help choosing a name for my site, I called on this very same sister. She said, “You’re not just a mom. You’re other things too, and you need a name that will reflect that.” She was right, of course, so here we are.

Once again, welcome!

Christy @ 11:58 pm
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