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My wife the ninja!

By Kelsey

This is why no one messes with me. Annie is a stay-at-home-mom by day and a crime-fighting ninja by night.

Steve Jobs was the creator of the iPod, iPhone, iTunes, Pixar, computers that actually run, and a technology empire, but if you asked him what his greatest role in life was, he would answer: iDad. Here’s Jobs on fatherhood:

“It’s 10,000 times better than anything I’ve ever done.”

(from the New York Times)

We went to the park tonight and had another picnic just like we did the night before. That’s how we roll. There’s no better job than being a dad and there’s no greater creation than a child.

Griffin and I hope your weekend is off to as good of a start as ours. Nothing beats a picnic at a park and some quality public hand chewing.

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An alibi of 6 states, 6 schools, 7 days

By Kelsey

If I’m suspected of committing any crimes in Muncie, Indiana, over the past week, I have a string of good alibis. I haven’t been home.

I talked at Ashland University in Ohio on September 22nd and 23rd. From the student newspaper: “The man waving a pair of boxers above his head on the stage in Hugo Young Theatre Sept. 22 has possibly investigated more pairs of underwear than most of us own.”

I got home Friday evening and left early, early Sunday morning for Arkansas. (Okay, so maybe there were a few hours for me to commit some crime against society, but I was tired.)

I spoke at Centenary College in Shreveport on Monday. From their press release: “Timmerman began his talk by showing a pair of boxers to the students.” I don’t think that’s a crime. Centenary College had one of the first Glocal offices I’ve ever come across. They call it the Office of Global Engagement. Students have to meet an intercultural requirement, which usually involves a study abroad experience, and they also have a local volunteer requirement. They are producing glocals. How awesome is that?

Then it was off to Texas A&M Texarkana where “Where Am I Wearing?” was selected as their freshman common reader. (Texarkana College students also joined us for a few events.) I stayed in the dorm, which is not as bad as it sounds, and actually quite nice. I had an invite to stay up all night doing nails and talking metaphysics and boys, but I was too tired. The faculty was great, especially Ashlee Spearman who took me from place to place. By the end of my visit and countless chats with classes Ashlee could field most of the questions students asked me. We were also involved in a golf cart accident. I’ve been in worse golf cart accidents.

On Wednesday I flew to West Texas A&M where I was met by Kendra Campbell and Amy Andersen wearing “Where Am I Wearing? / Check the Tag!” shirts! That made me feel special right off the bat. President O’Brien invited us over for dinner and we had way more utensils than were needed. The steak was like butter! Seriously, you could cut it with your fork. It was a fancy shindig, but that didn’t stop me from smearing chocolate cake all over the crotch of my pants. I also learned that when someone invited you to sit down in the dining room, they actually mean to stand behind your chair until the hostess takes her seat. I was the only one sitting at the table and everyone else was standing. Awkward! The great thing was that despite the formal setting, everyone was really down-to-earth and SO passionate about connecting students to the world.

At the freshman convocation where I was the featured speaker, I had to wear regalia, but no one told me what I had to wear under my regalia. I wore my Jingle These boxers over my blue jeans. It was such an honor to talk to 1,200 folks, most of whom had read my book and knew the story of Arifa and all of the other garment workers I met on my journey.

On Friday WTAMU professors Nick Gerlich and Kris Drumheller arranged for me to visit Palo Duro high school. It was homecoming and everyone was wearing ginormous mums. Palo Duro was one of the most diverse high schools I’ve ever seen. I talked with the junior and seniors and then visited some individual classes. One class had students from Thailand, Laos, Kenya, and Ethiopia. Because of that I might be able to forgive them for not knowing what I was talking about when I made a Bon Jovi reference.

After Palo Duro. I spray painted Cadillacs, which is pretty much a must if you visit Amarillo.

It was an amazing week. When I set out on the journey that became “Where Am I Wearing?” I had no idea I would ever get the chance to share the story of the workers I met on this level. It’s an absolute honor and a whole lot of fun!

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A slow clap for stay-at-home moms

By Kelsey

I’m on stage. She’s putting the kids to bed.

A thousand set of eyeballs stare at me. Two stare at her.

My words inspire laughter, hers tears.

When I’m done, I’m rewarded with a standing ovation. She’s rewarded with silence.

I hear: “Good job. Well done. Thank you.”

She hears: a ticking clock, a baby rustling, a lullaby singing.

Everyone wants to know what my wife, Annie, thinks of all my adventures and if she wants to come along. She doesn’t. We’re different like that.

I’ve been away for the past week and I miss Annie, who recently became a stay-at-home mom, and our kids. I can’t wait to pick up my daughter, Harper, and twirl her. She’ll ask about her promised surprise and I’ll reveal her new cowboy hat — her Texas cowboy hat. She’ll demand to ride her Fischer Price horse, Old Paint. But before we go to play, I’ll give my baby boy Griffin a kiss on both of his chubby cheeks and tell Annie, “I love you. I missed you.”

Over the past week I’ve traveled to three states to speak at five schools. Students often tell me that they want my job or, this is kind of embarrassing, that they want to be me. I love what I do. I’m honored to do it and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else for a living, but the thing that gives me the most joy in life is my family. Most everybody has one.

It’s normal.

I find normal to be spectacular and adventurous. Annie told me that Griffin just discovered his tongue while I was away. Everybody has one, but that doesn’t make an infant discovering his any less of a miracle.

Husbands have wives. Husbands and wives have kids. Mothers and fathers love their kids beyond all.

It’s normal.

One-quarter of families have a stay-at-home mom. Theirs is the most important job in the world. The next time you are at a dinner party and a woman tells you she’s a stay-at-home, hug her. Congratulate her. Commend her. Act like she’s the most interesting person in the room because she is. She’s wonderful and selfless. She’s patient and beautiful. Start one of those inspiring slow claps. She deserves it.

Without Annie, I’d probably be on some deserted island teaching a lost tribe how to SCUBA dive. She’s given me focus, purpose, love, and a family. She gives me the freedom to do what I love to do, share it with the world, and still have normal.

She keeps my feet on the ground and I (like to think I) keep her head in the clouds.

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Can you believe this dorm at TAMU-Texarkana?!?!?!

By Kelsey

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Texas here I come!

By Kelsey

“Yee-haw, yee-haw, yippie-yi-yo, Texas here I come.” Harper singing one of her favorite songs from Backyardigans and it just happens to be where I’m heading this morning.

She calls the hat her “cowboy hat” and she just has to wear it when she’s riding her Fischer Price horse she calls “old paint.” I think my little cowpoke needs a real cowboy hat. I’ll have to find her one in Texas.

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Pooping in the potty

By Kelsey

We enrolled Harper at a daycare/preschool associated with Ball State University. (Yep, she’s in college at the age of 2.) Two weeks ago I attended the school’s orientation for parents while Annie was at home with the kids.

The director of the program asked that all the parents introduce themselves, and share an interesting tidbit about their child. I was sitting in the front row on a seat that was about 6″ off the ground — like a giant sitting in munchkin land. She called on me first.

“I’m Kelsey Timmeran. My daughter’s name is Harper. She’s two…” and this is where I needed to say something interesting about Harper. I don’t like intro situations like this. In fact, sometimes my face will get red and I’ll stumble and mumble a bit, which doesn’t make sense because I’m completely comfortable addressing crowds of a few thousand. My mind wandered for something and landed on of all things this: “…and she pooped on the potty today!”

The parents broke into applause. If you want to win over the hearts and minds of parents with young kids, turn the conversation to poop. It works every time.

The introductions continued.

“I’m so and so and my daughter can do sign.”

Sign? Surely this woman meant that her daughter signs that she doesn’t like food by spitting it out, or that she has to go potty by holding herself.

“I’m so and so and my daughter also does sign language.”

Give me a break.

“I’m so and so and my daughter speaks Swedish, Spanish, English, and signs.”

What?!?! is this some kind of contest? I specifically remember a grade school one-up contest I had with my friends, which was more mature than what was happening here among the parents. Then, our contest was about whose father’s farts stunk the worst. I believe this was a precursor to “your mama” contests. “My daddy’s farts stink so bad…” Well you get the idea.

Harper has pooped in the potty twice. When she does I feel like we just reached the summit of Mt. Everest. But most of the time she waits to drop her load after we put her in a diaper at nap time. As soon as we walk into her stink-filled room she demands, “Change my diaper. I pooped!” During the changing process she’ll ask to see her handiwork. Sometimes I’ll humor her. She’ll comment on the size and then say, “Eww…that is very, very gross!”

To me, she is a genius! Just look how she uses adverbs already to describe her poop. She’s also hilarious and like the cutest kid ever!

But, the difference between me and the “my daughter speaks four languages” parents is that I recognize that others might not feel the same way as me about my kid. The report that my daughter pooped in the toilet won applause, the report that little Susie (not her name) is a flippin’ genius won eye rolls.

I’ve always thought the “My Kid Can Beat Up Your Honor Student” bumper stickers were ridiculous, but after listening to parents that began teaching their children Latin in the womb, I can see the appeal.

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A brush with the paparazzi

By Kelsey

On Monday I had my photo taken at least a thousand times by no less than 20 different photographers. It was one of those psuedo-famous moments where I felt like I was someone else, maybe even Lady Gaga. (Note: My butt cheeks weren’t hanging out.)

I was addressing high school students participating in Ball State’s summer journalism workshop. Photogs circled around the stage, in front and in back. At the top of the auditorium they stood on seats and tried to get an angle that no one else had imagined. I was less of a pseudo-celebrity and more of a bowl of fruit.

The title of my talk was “Confessions of an Untraditional Journalist.” You can read a summary of the talk on the site of the workshop. I talked about my path to do doing what I do today and how I didn’t wait for permission or assignments to go and tell the stories I wanted to tell. I should write this all down in a future blog post.

After my talk I did a 10-minute interview with some students that you can listen to here. The first question the student asked I found particularly interesting: “Have there been any stores that you’ve been emotionally unable to tell?”

A summary of my answer: It is my responsibility to the people who let me into their lives to tell their stories. I’ve yet to come across a story that, with the passing of some time, I’ve been unable to write about. That’s the thing I love about writing: it helps me make sense of the world.

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WTAMU using WAIW as their first year reader!

By Kelsey

I’m not sure if I’ve shared this yet, but four schools in the great state of Texas are using “Where Am I Wearing?” as a common reader this fall. This means that every single freshmen will get a copy of the book and be expected to read it. How awesome is that?!?

West Texas A&M University located just south of Amarillo is one of those schools. Here’s what they had to say in a recent press release about selecting WAIW in:

“We always try to select books with global issues for the Readership WT program and to have students consider what kind of impact they can have on our local and global communities,” Kendra Campbell, director of First Year Experience, said. “With this year’s book, Kelsey Timmerman gives us insight into the lives of people from several locations around the world and has us consider how we are connected to their circumstances.”

Copies of Where Am I Wearing are being distributed to incoming freshmen at the various New Student Orientations scheduled at WTAMU throughout the summer and at Buff Branding. Not only will the students be encouraged to “check your tag” but also to take part in the essay contest on the book, and semi-finalists for a spring trip to Honduras will be announced at the annual Convocation Sept. 29. Timmerman, author of the book, will be the Convocation’s keynote speaker. Where Am I Wearing also is the common reader for WTAMU sister schools Tarleton State and Texas A&M University at Texarkana.

“I love that it’s something 18 year olds can relate to and be challenged at the same time,” Campbell said. “They care about the clothes they wear, but have probably never considered how it connects them to the broader world. Their decision to buy that T-shirt had an impact on the lives of other people around the world. The conversation around the book reminds us to learn about the larger world of which we are a part and to strive to have a responsible impact on our global community.”

I want to win the trip to Honduras! Am I eligible?

I think I’m facebook friends with every single student leader at WTAMU so far. In honor of WTAMU centering their freshman experience around the phrase “check the tag” I’m bringing back my daily tag check. Each day I’ll do an update about where I’m wearing on facebook and twitter. I hope you’ll join me. I’ll use the hashtag #CheckTheTag.

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Warning! Flaming Balls!

By Kelsey

Happy 4th of July!

My buddy Alex here is pictured standing in front of a 7-foot and $350 box of artillery. Yes there’s not much more American than these bombs of patriotism, made in China.

May your day be void of Flaming Balls!

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