WARNING: This Post is NOT about Boogers

Ever since I successfully parlayed my fourth grade spelling words into an award-winning story for my school's "I Can Write Contest," I have had the writing bug (and also the award bug, if I must be honest).

So it made perfect sense that I would toss my hat into the ring for the 2014 Erma Bombeck Writing Competition. After all, Erma is famously from Dayton and was also told, "You can write."

Before entering the contest I became a student of the event. I read winning entries from years past, I Googled around to try and find out past judges and I worked hard on my entry.

There is actually a category for Dayton area writers and I enjoyed some fun Facebook smack-talking with Jenny Rapson of Momminitup and Natasha Baker of Dance Love Sing Live about how we were going to TAKE this thing.

Except we didn't. 

It turns out that the winning Dayton entries for the past two programs have both been about BOOGERS. And sadly, I failed to write about boogers. I only wrote about how women feel this intense need to document their children's lives and then don't know what to do with the pictures. It's a little funny, I hope.

So I'll be thinking and writing for the next TWO years, waiting for my opportunity to enter the 2016 awards. Let's hope a great booger story comes to mind by then.

Guilt by a million bytes

If there is anything in motherhood that transcends generations and even technological advances, it is the guilt that we aren’t documenting the experience properly. I’m talking about mother photo guilt.

Our mothers’ unorganized boxes of photos, half finished baby books and empty albums have been replaced by this generation’s abandoned online memory books, forgotten “jpg” files on our computers and mobile phones full of images.

While our mothers lamented forgetting their cameras at special events, mothers today are usually within arm’s reach of a camera phone at all times. We are not only expected to document every birthday party and holiday but also all the mundane events in between. “Check out this photo album of the kids eating their pancakes this morning!” we exclaim on Facebook.

Last week, in an effort to help alleviate my mother photo guilt, I bought a palm-sized device that will hold a terabyte of data. A terabyte of data = one million megabytes, or roughly the capacity to store 200,000 photos.

Of course, the possession of a device that can store more photos than a mother could ever hope to take, even if her kids do win ribbons at the county fair and have cute gap-toothed smiles, is not the end of the problem. Just like the beautiful photo albums our mothers purchased with optimism, getting photos organized, labeled and into the thing, is the challenge.

I now have digital photos on CDs stuffed in a desk drawer, stashed away on my laptop, hanging out in “the cloud,” and on my mobile phone. And so a full terabyte of storage sits on my desk, waiting like an empty scrapbook for me to get organized.

In a way our mothers had it easier. The photos they took often lived on the camera for months before they finally got developed, flipped through and then tossed in a shoebox. And if you did have your act together, you created slides, which caused everyone you knew to flee when they saw you get out the projector and head for the light switch.

Mothers today are expected to insta-share the critical and not-so-critical moments of our children’s lives, including: the birthday cakes and the dinner casseroles; the baseball victories and trips to the park; and special days at the zoo along with every single time we sit down and do a craft.

With all of the obligatory documenting of our children’s lives, at least the result is digital. I think of the dusty boxes of photos that taunted my mother from her laundry room, and I am grateful that if I must collect 200,000 photos of my kids, at least they will all fit in the palm of my hand.

Ageless Farm Wife Problems to Make You Laugh

Back in 1986, before there were blogs, farm wives still had funny stories to tell, I learned today. A nice lady at church gave me a booklet titled "Why Farm Wives Age Fast," full of essays from nice ladies living in places like Roca, Nebraska and Daingerfield, Texas.

You gotta love church ladies, always bringing in article clippings about your Grandpa, and finding surprisingly pristine farm wife essays from 30 years ago to share with you.

This afternoon I flipped through the booklet reluctantly, bound by social obligation to at least say I appreciated it. What I wasn't counting on was that through these decades of innovation, of the change in role that many women play on the farm, of the technology at our disposal, one thing hasn't changed a single bit for farm wives: our husbands.

I found myself laughing at stories that started out with their farmer husbands promising, "this will only take a minute," and ended with the wife covered in the foulest muck on the farm.  There was a whole essay about how NOTHING that leaves the house in the hands of a man ever makes it back again, especially scissors, or that hammer you try to keep for household tasks. I chuckled at an article by a lady named Lavon who had "invented" an agricultural workout that included opening and closing gates for the truck and shoveling grain for the animals.

I just about burst out laughing reading the essay from a woman in Georgia who shared a due date with her husband's prized sow--and she wasn't entirely sure whose birth he was going to attend.

Lastly, after this terrible winter, I sympathized with the farm wife who ordered a load of driveway gravel for three of her husband's birthdays in a row, only to continue to fight holes and bumpy travel.

I guess the lesson here is that while farmers haven't changed a bit, farm wives will always find a way to tell their stories to remind us that we're not alone in our humorous struggles.

And thanks to the church lady, I got to be reminded that my stories aren't unique--farm wives have been dealing with farmers since the the dawn of agriculture.

NOTE: If you would like to order "Why Farm Wives Age Fast," Volume I or II, "write your name and address on a slip of paper and mail with payment to..." Oh, how things HAVE changed.

Pig Farmer Olympics

Our farm family has really enjoyed watching the Olympics in Sochi. This winter has been tough on the farm, with both bitter cold and lots of snow making it challenging for us, and by us I mean Husband and Ryan, to get the work done.

Watching the Olympics has made me appreciate these dedicated Americans who have worked hard outside in the elements, sometimes under adverse conditions, to pursue their passion. Like some farmers I know.

Here are a few of our family's gold medal farming events:

Ice Dancing - My not-so-graceful journey in the snow to get into my van and drive it down the lane. My farmer Husband spends his shoveling time and energy on pig pens. Our driveway is last priority.

Curling - Husband raises his pigs in small pig-height buildings. To ensure we have pigs the right size for our state and county fairs, Husband has a lot of pigs being born in the winter. He stays up many nights, curled up in the little house, waiting to ensure the piglets get under the heat lamp right after they are born.

Half Pipe - Many of our waterers have frozen this winter, leaving Husband hauling water by hand to provide fresh water to his pigs.

2-Man Bobsled - I have gotten my van stuck in my own driveway four times this year (see Ice Dancing). In each instance, Husband comes to my rescue, driving the van out onto the road for a quick switch of drivers on the yellow line.

Skeleton - On his Groundhog Day birthday, husband walked out the door and slipped on the ice. From dragging his boots through the heavy snow or climbing into and out of pig pens to shovel, Husband has had a very physical, exhausting winter.

Biathalon - With all the hard work Husband does 365 days a year, it is amazing to me that he can take the time (and has the energy) to help coach both of our sons's basketball teams. This weekend he coached all day, then came home, dressed in his warm clothes and went outside to feed the pigs in the cold and dark.

USA farmers don't get medals. Sometimes all farmers get is low market prices, disease and expensive feed, but like true champions, we push through adversity. And every time you bring your fork to your mouth, you taste the results of our hard work.

Adam & Eve, Y'all get OFF That Dinosaur and Come Watch Bill Nye Debate

Earlier this evening I saw something unbelievable, incredible really. It was so miraculous, I guess it's appropriate it happened at God's Creation Museum and Zipline Complex. (Motto: Our Bible-based engineers have designed this zipline to.... OH CRAP!)

I saw two people engage in a civilized discussion/debate over something they both felt passionately about. God was involved. There was even sex and naked people. And still the conversation was orderly and civil. What's up America? What happened to the good old days when you could just scream at people who didn't agree with you and then protest at some other guy's funeral?

The nerve of that Godless Bill Nye to march into the very home of Adam, Eve and their Triceratops and rattle on about carbon dating and 6,000+ year-old stars. Thankfully Creation Museum founder, Ken Ham, plus some guy from CNN, were on hand to facilitate a very orderly and non-yelling dueling PowerPoint presentation.

Photo source.

Now, some say that Bill Nye the Science Guy shouldn't have taken the bait. Some say he shouldn't have legitimized creation scientists by agreeing to debate them with his actual Science Guy celebrity, and his actual science.

But it was a fascinating event, if not surprisingly civil. Even the Kentuckians in attendance behaved; it appeared very few of them were even spitting tobacco. Anyway, Bill Nye was all the Bible is as reliable as a game of telephone and Noah couldn't have been that good at building boats and a bunch of smart science-y stuff.

But Ken Ham fired back with Bill, there is a book out there that explains everything... and all ways to measure rocks are fallible, but I know one infallible source of information and some stuff that used science words but wasn't science.

If you would like to see the debate for yourself and/or help fund the "Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and the Technicolor T-Rex" display*, please check it all out here.

*Not a real display, so don't worry about that statement while you are praying for my soul.

UPDATE: I forgot to include a link to this hilarious article in alternative magazine, The Beast. The editors punked Ken Ham during the museum's opening in 2007.

Top 10 Dayton Media on Twitter

A few years ago I created a list of the top Dayton media on Twitter. During this update, it was interesting to see how the face of Dayton media has changed, with new media personalities coming up and some leaders in this space maintaining their dominance.

I know there are multiple ways to measure influence on Twitter; Klout is one of them. But since we're talking about the media, I thought I would measure them the way they measure themselves--on reach. So here is the Top 10 list of Dayton media on twitter, as measured by followers.

Top 10 Dayton Media on Twitter

1. WHIO TV7 - 19,810 followers

2. Dayton Daily News - Hal McCoy - 15,012

3. Dayton Daily News - 13,613

4. WDTN TV2 - 7,948

5. WHIO TV7 - Rich Wirdzek - 6,146

6. WHIO TV7 - StormCenter7 - 5,355

7. WHIO TV7 - Gabrielle Enright - 5,265

8. Dayton Daily News - Active Dayton - 5,230

9. Dayton Business Journal - 5,072

10. Dayton Daily News - Ohio Politics - 4,857

* Followers as of January 4, 2014

Observations/Notes

• I find it very interesting that Hal McCoy's coverage of the Reds has more followers than the WHOLE @daytondailynews account.
• I was expecting that the list may be filled with weather-related accounts but we have sports, the Dayton social scene, B2B and politics all covered here, along with @RichWirdzek and @StormCenter7.
• I also looked at how prolific the accounts are--how much they tweet. The most prolific account in Dayton is, not surprisingly, the Dayton Daily News. However, it is interesting that the paper's sibling, the Journal-News in Butler County, is second most prolific, but ranks 37th in total followers.
• Radio guy Jim Hyatt of K94 in Celina is the most prolific Dayton personality on Twitter, followed closely by WDTN's Jamie Jarosik. 
• I need to thank my daughter Morgan for helping update the spreadsheet. We reviewed over 100 accounts.
• I thought it might be interesting to compare media personalities to each other, without including media properties, so here are the Top 10 media personalities on Twitter, as measured by followers. Note: Mark Fisher continues his domination, owning two accounts in the top 10.
  
  

Top 10 Dayton Media Personalities on Twitter

1. Dayton Daily News - Hal McCoy - 15,012 followers

2. WHIO TV7 - Rich Wirdzek - 6,146

3. WHIO TV7 - Gabrielle Enright - 5,265

4. WDTN TV2 - Jamie Jarosik - 3,309

5. Dayton Daily News - Mark Fisher Wine - 3,005

6. WHIO TV7 - Jamie Simpson - 2,224

7. WHIO TV7 - Kate Bartley - 1,931

8. WHIO TV7 - James Brown - 1,853

9. WDTN TV2 - Megan O'Rourke - 1,746
10. Dayton Daily News - Mark Fisher Food - 1,580

Twitter continues to be a important vehicle for sharing breaking news and for driving traffic to videos and online stories. It will be interesting to see how local journalists continue to use Twitter.

Whether you are looking for Dayton media to follow on Twitter or you are a PR professional, looking for journalists to pitch, I hope this list will be a good resource.

I am willing to share my entire spreadsheet, with proper credit and attribution, of course. Comment below, or tweet me at @holly1pr to request a copy.

Goodbye 2013: Year in Review

This year Bringing Home the Bacon was visited by people in 47 states--can I get some love from Vermont, Delaware and Alaska? Also some very confused people in 72 countries!

I took all 5,218 words typed on this blog this year and inputted them into a Wordle maker to get this word cloud, which shows, by size, which words I used most frequently. Husband was relieved to see that he is not my most blogged about topic this year. 

My handy instructions for making a snowflake and my references to our favorite movie, Christmas Vacation, were big drivers of traffic to the site.

In case you missed them, here are a few of my favorites from 2013:

• Justin and I had a few rare moments of bonding at the Ohio State Fair
• Todd brought pigs named Holly to a national swine show
• I called out the local minor league baseball team for overlooking our local universities in their promotions
• I wrote about our spring pig auction
• Post-tragedy Newtown was dealing with 60,000 teddy bears. I warned about the disaster after the disaster.