Card Hub appeared on the Wall Street Journal's Wallet blog yesterday. Why? Because it's cool, and because I'm amazing.

Yes, I am. At least, I've never found anyone else who started “blogging” four years before the term was coined, who is still keeping it up. It's a bit confusing to people, as the blogharbor site has only been here for what, five years now? Rest assured, you can catch up on the rest at www.motormouth.com.

I've been writing/journaling online since spring of 1995, when I was the Customer Support Engineer for Aimnet. (Oh Aimnet, oh Tia, I miss you so). All my customers were asking how to put up a Web site, so I figured I'd best figure it out so I could write some documentation. My first domain name was stripped from me (but at least I got two grand for it), and motormouth was born shortly thereafter.

In any case, if you've been blogging for longer than I have, then I'm not the biggest dork in the world. That would be you. You win. Hooray! 🙂

Today, February 3, is National Carrot Day.

That is all.

Well, I started this post and it vanished into the ether. I hate that. It's 9:45 and I really need to get my day started, but after yet another night of serving milk on draft to babykins, I'm not feelin' it. Maybe some coffee and a shower will help.

Teaching went pretty well yesterday, especially in the photo class. I say that because it was our first day of Photoshop and nobody cried. That's good. They've all become members of the class blog and have posted their feature pictures. I also made an assignment where they had to photograph something beautiful. Lots of gorgeous pictures of trees laminated by last week's ice storm. Nine of the students had already used Photoshop but only one has a blog (and has already found my blog, and commented. Welcome!). Last year, I think those statistics were reversed.

Initial reviews of CardHub.com are sterling. My friends like it, WalletPop likes it, and we got another mention in the New York Times this weekend. Freakin' awesome.

Oh, and my like-minded blogosphere mates agree with me on the whole mother-of-six-and-now-octuplets debacle. Jen over at HeisseScheisse is more able to put together a brilliant sentence whilst pregnant than I was. Joe Bob (not Jim Bob) sez, “Check it out.”

I want to start an all-female punk-rock band with my friends who are also in their 30s/40s, for the secondary reasons that I want to learn to play bass AND develop a convincing sneer. But the primary reason I want to start a women-only punk band is so I can call it “Pumping Milk.”

(Wonder if Motherwear would whip me up some punk-rock regalia, heavy on the Spandex, with cut-outs for nursing.)

I thought of this as I was packing my breast pump for my day away today. The sad thing is, not only have I stored it in a gallon-sized Ziploc, but I think I'll also put it in a brown paper bag, so that when I return to class they don't have to see what I've been doing.

Oh, yeah, the HR lady found me a place to pump milk — it's up a hill and halfway across campus. By the time I get there during our 10-minute class break, I'll have to turn around and come back. Oh, and that building is only open until 5:00. What time does my first class let out? 5:00.

So, instead of pumping in the attic garret a-t-t-i-c, funny! Geez, what am I? Eight? of the HR building, I'll be locked away in the differently-abled bathroom stall next to my classroom.

Gross, gross, and more gross. Hence, punk-rock band. I can see it now: “We're Pumping Milk! Helllooooo, Cleveland!”

I was checking my Blogharbor “dashboard,” and, lo and behold, the comments I made to my own blog were flagged as Spam. Oh, and I deleted-and-blocked one trackback, and when the page refreshed, there were two more. Not even safe in my own online home, people!

Time to go teach. How I love to mold young minds… into the topiariesque shapes of circus animals and juggling clowns! Bwahahaha!

“Octuplets mom obsessed with having kids“

Really? No way! Wow, talk about investigative journalism! Anyone else think that instead of public assistance, she should be supported financially by the fertility doctor who performed the IVF on her even though she already had six kids (including an autistic son)? Yeah, me too.

Because I'm (probably) the only woman in the nation who has TV crushes on both Jim Bob Duggar and Chef Duff?

High-fructose corn syrup is contaminated with mercury. So, in addition to obesity, now HFCS is poisoning us. You might want to check your pantry for the following products that tested positive for the toxic chemical (figure after colon is total mercury detected ppt):

Quaker Oatmeal to Go: 350 ppt

Jack Daniel's Barbecue Sauce (Heinz): 300 ppt

Hershey's Chocolate Syrup: 257 ppt

Kraft Original Barbecue Sauce: 200 ppt

Nutri-Grain Strawberry Cereal Bars: 180 ppt

Manwich Bold Sloppy Joe: 150 ppt

Market Pantry Grape Jelly: 130 ppt

Smucker's Strawberry Jelly: 100 ppt

Pop-Tarts Frosted Blueberry: 100 ppt

Hunt's Tomato Ketchup: 87 ppt

Wish-Bone Western Sweet & Smooth: 72 ppt

COCA-COLA CLASSIC: 62 ppt (times how many cans you drink per day)

Yoplait Strawberry Yogurt: 60 ppt

Minute Maid Berry Punch: 40 ppt

Yoo-hoo Chocolate Drink: 30 ppt

Nesquik Chocolate Milk: 30 ppt

Kemps Fat Free Choclate Milk: 30 ppt

When will food processors realize that poisoning its customers just AIN'T GOOD BUSINESS? What, do they have “the only good consumer is a dead consumer” posters up in their boardrooms? Maybe “With a Name like Smucker's, it has to be Mercury!” Effing a-holes. China sentenced two of the people in the contaminated milk scandal to death. Maybe it's time we call the heads of corporations to task for their literally toxic business practices.

Version 2.0 of CardHub.com launched today, and I couldn't be happier if I birthed it myself. Maybe this is because CardHub is unlikely to wake me up six times a night, demanding food, or because it probably won't be sticking its face into mine at six in the morning, demanding to “watch something else on TV!” Or maybe I'm just happy because the site is efficient, effective, and will save a lot of people's monies and credit scores. Yeah, that's it, the last one. Definitely.

Go see for yourself. Tell 'em Motormouth sent you.