I like the way the ads are mixin’ it up over there — the Stones, with nursing advice, with Christmas cooky recipes. Go click on ’em and help me pay for this site, would you, pretty please?
Looking for holiday gifts? May I suggest a Wacky Mommy messenger bag? Or tote? Maybe a T-shirt or magnet?
Signed,
Your Favorite Non-Corporate Whore
“Why can’t a dish break a hammer?
Why, oh why, oh why?
‘Cause a hammer’s got a hard head/
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.”
— “Why, Oh Why?” Woody Guthrie (Songs to Grow on For Mother and Child)
Q: Didn’t summer just start?
A: Yes, and now it’s over. Deal.
Wacky Mommy’s Q & A with herself:
Hello, my name is Wacky Mommy and I’m a frickin’ blogging addict. Yes, it’s true. I need to make amends to all of you, oh, wait, NO I DON’T.
You know those lists, those “diet coke or diet pepsi?” “diamonds or pearls?” lists? I made up my own. Feel free to pilfer:
“happy birthday to me/
i am not 43”
yes, i’m 42 now. and drunk, apparently. Hockey God took me and the kids to the beach. Total surprise. Wouldn’t tell me if we were even leaving for the weekend, much less where we were going. We went to the same hotel where he took me the first time we went away to the beach. I was 32 then. it was romantic and gorgeous and the weather was PERFECT and they built a huge sand castle that we decorated with crab shells, seashells, seaweed, rocks and driftwood. We watched “Grease” on cable TV cuz HG had never seen it. What? Funny, huh? For a ’70s kid.
Bonus: traffic wasn’t too bad on the way home. He bought me a huge cake and sneaked it with us. the kids were angels. Mostly. We went to the Blue Heron Cheese Factory for wine tasting on the way home, and the Tillamook Cheese Factory. it was crazy and fun.
we’re listening to “Bemba Colora,” Celia Cruz & Friends, out in the yard. Cuz the little robins flew and we can now use the speakers right by their former nesting grounds. i love those birdies but am thrilled to have the deck and yard back.
The thing about blogs is you have to blog, my Wacky Cousin tells me. Huh. The thing about blogs is that however everyone else is doing is how I start doing. The readers, the other bloggers, the Internet in general. I am impressionable like that. So we’ve all been in something of a funk lately. What with summeritis, jobs changing (I’m starting school to get my real estate license), my Wacky Cousin being beautiful with her big baby belly (I start FEELING PREGNANT just being around her. See? Impressionable.), school getting out, BlogHer ’06 (I’m not going and am sulking), being in a “bad-ish place”, getting our pictures taken with Andrew Shue, sigh, “screwing up the world one baby at a time”, etc.
Thanks for asking! I’m not pregnant, just fat. So don’t ask me, my husband, or the kids anymore, ‘k? Cool!
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Oh cheese and rice, Amalah tagged me. Just because she hasn’t slept in like, a week or something, and is now doing whimsical things she would not ordinarily do.
It apparently started here. Well, I have been drunk and on In-Law Time for the last week and totally out of my groove. Have you gotten any advice here? Have you received any recipes? No, no, no. Have we discussed how my Wacky Cousin is getting grief for deciding to not cut her son’s penis? Yeah, she’s having A BOY!!!! And his dork is no one’s business, okay? So forget all your pro-circumcision arguments cuz she does not care (“What about when he’s comparing his dork with other boys’ dorks! His will look different! Or theirs might! Or what if he’s friends with all Jews! They could be offended!” etc. to fucking infinity.)
And have I even discussed this here yet? No, because I have been drunk, as I said. Wacky Mommy, Drunk and Knitting.
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