Mr. Tamara Out Loud Tells All!

Last week I took your questions for the man who sees me in sweatpants and a night guard and sleeps with me anyway. Today, he’s got answers! Some of them made me tear up, most of them made me crack up– and all of them pretty much made me fall in love with him all over again. Here’s my Bryan. –Tamára

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bethsciallo:

What do you do with the kids when mom is in the writing “zone”?   It depends– when she is writing in the house, there is typically a lot of yelling and screaming (plus whatever noises the kids & I are making), so I just try to keep them busy.  If she gets out of the house, for whatever reason the kids don’t feel her absence as much and they are just fine.

Joy:

What do you see when you look at Tamara?  The 1st thing that comes to mind. The thing that makes you rest in the truth that she is yours and you are hers?  I see my best friend, the woman who I have grown up with and plan to grow old with.

I see the man who loves me.

Oh, and I love that you wrote about a shirt button. My hubs made an entire documentary in film school about a little store in NYC filled with nothing but buttons. Maybe y’all should go have a beer?    I’m in– just so long as this guy isn’t your husband.

andilit:

Has Tamara ever written anything on her blog that you wished she hadn’t? And if you don’t mind sharing what and why you wished she’d kept that quiet, I’d love to hear.  I can’t say there is anything she has shared that I wished she hadn’t.  I usually read what she writes before she posts it, and she asks me what I think; if there is anything questionable, she always checks if I’m okay with her sharing.

Carter:

First question: Why the hell do either of you remember how tall you were in grade school?! I have to look at my driver’s license to know how tall I am NOW.  I remember getting weighed and measured in PE right before high school started and hoping that I would hit that elusive 5′ even goal. It finally happened the next summer. You don’t easily forget going from 5’ to 6’ that fast.

Second question: How does Bryan feel being the man behind a good woman? Um, that totally came out wrong. Never mind.  Yeah– better leave that one– I promised myself I would keep these answers relatively clean.

Gratuitous picture of hot husband to break up lengthy question section.

Third question: Do you get as worked up as TaMAHra does when people mispronounce her name? Seriously, how many gray hairs has this caused her to sprout? Do you get similarly enraged with people spell your name with an “i”?   (If I admitted on here that Tamara had any gray hairs, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be welcomed back home after work.) When I’m emailing somebody and sign my name and then they begin the reply by spelling my name with an “i” when they just flippin’ read my name, it ticks me off.  I usually find myself replying back intentionally misspelling their name as badly as I can.

Fourth question: In seriousness, how do you deal with the negative attention that comes Tamara’s way because of this blog? I know that she’s gotten some. Have you had to tell someone to “step off,” “talk to the hand” or eat your shorts? (Disclaimer: I am apparently unable to make references that touch on topics that happened after 1994.) I’ve never actually had to tell the “wastoids” to  “take a chill pill” or I’ll “open up a can of whoop a$$” but I have definitely wanted to.  I think most of the negative attention becomes fodder for us to make fun of late at night.

Cassie Chang (@TinyandFierce__):

How has Tamara’s faith affected your own journey with faith? How did you deal with the times when you weren’t on the same spiritual level?

Becky Fletcher Holloway:

What was it like being married for so many years with different beliefs?

I know she wouldn’t agree, but from my perspective, she’s always been so strong and confident and unwavering in her faith.  When we had different beliefs, it wasn’t really something I felt like I had to deal with– it was hard for her, but for me it just wasn’t a big deal.

kevinrhaggerty:

When Tamara puts on a new roll of toilet paper, does she let the paper hang over or tuck under? Because, over is the only acceptable way to do it. Right?  I honestly have no idea what way the toilet paper hangs, nor which way it’s supposed to.  When I’m using it, I’m just focused on the job at hand. [Editorial note from Tamára: The correct way is to hang it under. I will change it if it's on the wrong way.]

Meet the Buttrams:

Just how BAD is Tamára’s sweet tooth?  This is vital information.  As I type this, I am 2/3, ¾, done with a good sized bag of Sour Patch Kids, so I might not be the best judge.  Maybe it’s a communicable disease?

reconciling viewpoints:

My personal Secret Service? HIRED.

Do you ever find yourself in protective mode where you want to go find someone that was abusive in comments with your loved one and take them out? Baseball bats, etc.? I absolutely find myself in protective mode.  When she starts writing books, I’m probably going to need to recruit a posse to shadow her when she travels (any volunteers?).  I keep threatening her that if she ends up doing a lot of traveling, I’ll quit my job and be her traveling security.

curly2880:

What little quirky things bug you about each other? Hmm – I just asked her the same question so I would be safe writing something here, but she thinks I’m so perfect she can’t think of anything.  So, umm, neither can I… Just kidding. I really can’t think of anything.

Leanne Shirtliffe:

(a) Tamara’s oddest food obsession is fish tacos or sweet potato fries.
(b) When Tamara was at Killer Tribes, I spent the entire day trying not to see what time it was until her speech was over.
(c) My favourite quirky thing that Tamara does is fold candy wrappers into perfect squares after she eats the candy.
(d) The best thing about Canada is Youppi.

Sarah H.:

Tell us about something you never would have done if you didn’t have Tamara in your life. This could be a long list.  I never would have gone to see a musical, gone to church, witnessed the births of our five beautiful children, or attended a high school prom in a powdered blue tuxedo.

He also wouldn’t have been a Converse convert.

Then tell us about something she never would have done if you weren’t in her life.  Wow the list of things I never would have done without her is way more impressive than what I can think of here.  She never would have seen any of the Star Wars movies or gone to a game at Fenway Park.

I’d also love you to give us the top three things that make your wife different from (and better than) what the Tamara Out Loud image can convey given the limitations of the blogging medium. 

She is a very protective mom.  Cross her family and she comes out baring claws.

She gets so much joy in sharing her writing, especially when she gets a comment from someone that her writing has helped.

She doesn’t actually talk about bacon that much in real life.

Dawn:

What do YOU think of Tamara’s blog? Has there ever been a post that surprised you?  I love her blog– I try to read every post before anyone else, but sometimes they aren’t done until ridiculously late at night.  The two that surprised me most were Watering Weeds into Flowers and What’s a Girl Worth.  Watering Weeds makes me smile every time I read it, plus it makes me sound all wise and stuff.  What’s a Girl Worth made me hug her non-stop for probably 2 days straight.

Chad Gibbs (@Chad_Gibbs):

Who is your favorite soccer club, Bryan?  I’ve always liked playing soccer, but I’ve never been a big fan of watching, with the exception of the World Cup where my favorite team is whoever is playing Brazil. They just strike me as the NY Yankees of soccer.

“I’d rather do it than just watch.” TWHS

sonnylemmons:

In the movie of your life, who would play the button? (Really; Tim Burton would kill for the movie rights to this.) That would easily be the worst movie ever, like Jersey-Girl-bad. But of course Ryan Gosling would play the button, just for Tamara’s delight.

Have you ever considered asking people to pronounce your name Bry-YAHN to match your wife’s pronunciation?  Ha! Now that just sounds pretentious.

And as a fellow husband: Seriously, how have you not/how tempted have you been to find and be less-than-passive towards some of the comments – both personal and critical – that have come towards Tamara?  My not-so-kind words towards those comments always come out– I just don’t want them to reflect on Tamara’s space, so I just share them with her.

Mandie Marie:

Do you like black licorice flavoured things?  Can’t say I’m a big fan– I can’t stand the jelly beans or Jaegermeister, for instance.  But I do enjoy a good piece of licorice, especially the ones shaped like pipes– do they still make those?

Chad Jones:

On a scale of 1-10, how stoked are you about Marvel’s Avengers hitting theaters this coming Friday?  I have to admit, my enthusiasm is a little bit tempered because I still haven’t seen Thor or the new Hulk.  I’ll give it a 6.5 now, with a good chance of 9 if I enjoy Thor (which I’ll finally see tonight).  I grew up a Justice League fan– if they finally ever get a movie, that would be an instant 11 out of 10.

Lisa Colón DeLay (@LisaColonDelay):

You guilty pleasure is…..?

These: They are delicious; I could easily eat an entire bag in one sitting.

hopefulleigh:

When are y’all going to visit Nashville and have fried pickles with me?  Wow I got all the way through these questions without a single inappropriate joke, and then a pickle comment gets lobbed my way.  How can I resist? Tamara is the only pickle fan in this family. ZING.  But visiting Nashville would be really cool.

Are you going to see The Avengers? What’s your guilty pleasure? Which way are you supposed to hang toilet paper?

A Picture is Worth 50,000 Words, Give or Take

I’ve been dying to tell you…

Rachelle Gardner contacted me.

And now it’s official:

I have a literary agent.

I’m gonna write books, y’all.

The Simple Work of Your Hands

“You see your blog as a ministry, don’t you?” he asked, assuming. I’d been blogging for about a year, but I’d never considered it that way til that moment. “Ministry” sounded a bit too grandiose for something so mundane as a blog.

I just used an online space to tell my stories. I didn’t preach the Gospel; I didn’t heal the sick; I didn’t tend to widows and orphans. I just noticed and I thought and I felt and I wrote. And people came to that space to take in a little of life as I saw it, to laugh and wonder and cry alongside me.

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For the past two months, Lisa Colón DeLay has been hosting The Spiritual Guidance for Bloggers Series, and today it’s my honor to close out the event. But my post isn’t just for bloggers– it’s for everyone who’s ever wondered where they might find a place to serve God and His people.

Please join me at Lisa’s place to continue reading The Simple Work of Your Hands!

Ask Mr. Tamara Out Loud!

If you’ve been here a while, you know a lot about me, from my choices in footwear to my spiritual beliefs to my broad range of neuroses. And this is fine with me because this is what I do: I put a lot of myself out there because it’s the best way I know to tell stories.

But I do not impose this on anyone else. Not every story is mine to tell, and I am fiercely protective of the people I love. And, unfortunately, this means you haven’t gotten to know the man behind the woman behind the blog. And he is fairly essential.

So Bryan has agreed to do a Q&A so that, as one friend said, you can ask “how he deals with” me and get to know him more. Because you know I’m a handful– and he handles me well. Ahem.

Here are a few fun facts to start you off:

  • Bryan likes to remind me that he was a published author decades before me, thanks to a story he wrote when he was 10 about a day in the life of an anthropomorphic shirt button.
  • If we had met when I was in 7th grade and he was in 9th, I would have towered seven inches taller than him.
  • He’s fast and nimble at soccer, strong and precise at baseball. He gets sweaty when he plays. I like to watch.

Leave your questions– funny or serious– in the comments here, and Bryan will answer our favorites in a guest post next week!

Guest Post: “Second-Best Mom”

Today’s guest post comes from one of my dearest real-life friends, Sarah Hamersma. Sarah is such an important person to me, it’s hard for me to boil her down to a few words in an intro. So please just get to know her a little here, and be blessed. –Tamara

(What’s up with all the guest posts around here lately?)

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I hate coming up short. I like to succeed, and if there’s a right way to do something, I want to do it that way. Why settle for second-best?

We economists actually have a theory of the second-best (bear with me here). While we know the “first-best” solution to many economic problems, sometimes the scenario just doesn’t fit: markets aren’t perfectly competitive, people aren’t perfectly informed, conditions aren’t perfectly predictable. When we can’t have the first-best, we shouldn’t just wring our hands – we should try hard to find the second-best solution and shoot for that.

After many years as an economist, I found myself flung into the world of the second-best when I became a mother. I wanted to learn the right way to do things and then do it. When I set my mind to something, I should be able to make it happen. I could work full-time, serve in my church, spend time with my husband, and still find a way to be a perfect mom to my children…right?

Wrong. The no-TV-for-little-ones rule was quickly broken. The environment-saving cloth diapers were used enthusiastically for a little while and then relegated to the closet for months. The special grinder for making baby food using real food – from the farmers’ market, of course – was moved aside to make room for the jars (“Well, at least I try to buy organic,” I comforted myself). And I finally broke down and hired someone to help clean the house. I remember admitting to my friends, “I’m not actually hiring her to save myself time cleaning; I’m hiring her because I want things to be clean for my kids and I’ve discovered that I just don’t do it.” And that’s the key: I don’t. It’s not that I can’t – it’s that I don’t. Apparently, I won’t. It was hard being such a disappointment to myself.

But God’s grace is big enough for even a person who discovered her self-absorption a little late. I have started seeing ways God can use my efforts for the good of my children even when they’re second-best (the efforts, not the children, of course).

Not long ago, a sale attracted me to something the first-best mom in me never would have bought:

This package contains flour, sugar, shortening, nuts, and white chocolate chips – most of which already live in my cupboard.  But under this wrapper, they were already made into one giant rectangular patty of cookie-dough goodness – even scored into a dozen squares with, apparently, a dull pizza cutter.  Last night, I decided that my nearly-two-year-old Lucas should get to make cookies with mom.

Out they came.

I broke off the cookie-dough bricks and handed them to Lucas, one by one, to put on the pan.  I rearranged them when they threatened to turn into a single mountain of dough.  About halfway through, he discovered that they were yummy; the next couple squares got big bites out of them on their way to the pan.  I tried to stop him, maybe a little harshly, and then I remembered sneaking cookie dough when my mom had made cookies with me – real cookies, from ingredients.  I laid off a little.  When the cookie experience had exceeded his limited attention span, I finished loading the pan, giving him a few white chocolate chips for his trouble.

They went into the oven.  We waited, watching through the window of the oven door that desperately needed cleaning.  The ridiculous blocks of dough looked like ice cubes melting into their own puddles.  Would they ever look right?

Well, this second-best mom decided it didn’t matter if they looked right.  Because what I was looking at was not the cookies, but a little boy’s face.  And this – this looked just right.

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Sarah Hamersma is an economist, a mom, and a Christian– hopefully all at the same time.  She plans to keep being these things every day for the foreseeable future, despite her lack of trinitarian capabilities.

Embracing Your Niche: It’s Not As Dirty As It Sounds

I had the black notebook, the gunmetal nail polish, and the red stilettos. My supremely talented friend at Sew in Harmony had tailored my jacket to say, “I’m professional and casual, all at the same time!” I had just enough nerves to give me energy and just enough confidence to give me calm.

The Killer Tribes Conference was a great place for my first speaking gig– a talk I titled “Embracing Your Niche: It’s Not As Dirty As It Sounds”– because I was surrounded by blogfriends who supported me. This also made it a great place for some messing around:

My friend Leanne Shirtliffe (IronicMom.com) couldn't make it from Canada, but she sent her world-traveling Things 1 & 2. We got close.

My friend Erin Love Taylor did an incredible job of designing business cards for me when I contacted her at the very last minute, and they greeted each guest to my session, along with a little chocolate-peanutbuttery persuasion:

When I say I'll bring the candy, I'LL BRING THE CANDY. Also I'll force my contact info on you. But it will LOOK GOOD.

New and old friends showed up to hear my talk (and a bunch of strangers did too, which was crazy). And the ever-Arkansasian-accented Tyler Tarver took a video of it, which he will have to share with us soon if we go to his site and lavish him with compliments/mildly veiled threats.

                                                                 

My extravagantly gracious hostess, Leigh Kramer (leighkramer.com), and my dear online-turned-real-at-last friend Joy Bennett (joyinthisjourney.com).

Inaccurate depiction of height difference between the impossibly tall Clay Morgan (eduClaytion.com) and the delightfully miniature Jessica Buttram (meetthebuttrams.com).

One of the wildest things to happen at Killer Tribes was that people actually took notes on my talk and traded them with people who took notes at other breakout sessions. That my words were the stuff of barter has not yet ceased to humble and amaze me.

Thanks to Kim Wilson and Joy Bennett (to whom all photo credit here is due) and to Anne Bogel (roomie extraordinaire, from whom I received an entire additional bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups), I got to see with great relief that the notes people took meshed with the ones I had in my notebook and brain. Here’s a brief amalgamation of their notes:

Steps to Embracing Your Niche
1. Own it.
- What’s your passion, calling, gifting? What would you be happy doing if no one ever knew?
- Develop your craft. You’re not going to be an instant genius. If you want people to pay attention, do it well.
- You don’t have to be everything to everyone. Build your tribe off your passion.  Be you. Put it out there; people will respond. “Here is what my heart looks like, and it’s real and it’s messy. And readers say, ‘me too.’ “
2. Don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks.
- To hear your calling you have to tune out the crowd.
- Never chase your audience– it’s just embarrassing. You have to invite them. “Pandering grosses me out.”
-Have confidence in Who made you and gifted you. You have a choice, and you have to make it: Will you cater to the opinion of people or live in response to your Maker?
3. Repeat.
- You have to stay focused on what you love.
- Resist the temptation to pander to what’s popular or faddish right now.
- Redefine success:
   * Having a loyal, supportive, engaged audience.
   * Doing what you love and doing it well.
   * “Honoring your gift honors the Giver, and that is success.”

Word was the Things were riveted.

As a result of the note trading, I also got to have Jessica Buttram’s notes from my talk illustrated by Christine Niles:

My talk ended with about ten minutes left in the session, and I was afraid that not only did this mean I must’ve left out some poignant anecdote or essential words of wisdom, it also meant I would have to endure the silent disdain of a roomful of strangers and the loss of friendships predicated upon my now clearly false pretense of awesomeness. But none of that happened. I asked for questions and the audience had them. They were interested, and I got to do what I do best with a gathering of people: converse.

After my session, a few people hung around or caught up with me to talk more about what I’d shared and how it affected them. And I didn’t even bribe them with my extra candy.

Me and my first-ever stay-after audience member, Kim Wilson (newlifecalu.com).

My hostile phone prevented me from going on Twitter that weekend, but when I got home and looked on my computer, there was a lengthy page of Tweets filled with people’s quotes of my talk and their impressions.

I left my session far more confident than when I went in, and I walked across the lobby to join a great big group of people who had become so much more than avatars and 140-character strings. I jumped up and down, red stilettos and all, shouting over and over, “I did it!” And they gathered me in for a picture, these people who’d proven a loyal niche. And I embraced it.

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My friend Jeff tried to tell me I say niche pretentiously; I told him I say it correctly. How you do pronounce niche? “Neesh,” “nish,” or “nitch?”

A Sacrifice to All the Wrong Gods

There is a certain weight around which I feel most comfortable and confident, and I was about seven pounds beyond it when I went to speak at the Killer Tribes Conference a few weeks ago. I was not thrilled about this fact. But people paid attention anyway. They even said I kicked ass, not that mine was too big.

And as I went on my only run of spring break (for which I had so optimistically packed five workout outfits), a few words about the lies I’m given to believe came to mind, and I’m sharing them at A Deeper Story today.

Please visit A Deeper Story to read today’s post and then come back here Friday for notes and pictures of my Killer Tribes session! (I look about seven pounds heavier than I’d like, but it’s mostly okay.)