mommyhood

Change of address.

The new blog has been up for a week or so now - safely tucked away in the big Anonymous of the internet... let me know if I somehow missed you when I sent out the new address.  For now, mommyhood will stay here, until I can figure out how to make the pacifier stay in my son's mouth for more than three seconds and - until I can learn how to use the new publishing software I found so I can save some of my entries.

xoxo Rach

Ciao.

**Edited to add.** I am still concerned regarding legal action. I have edited this post and will be moving mommyhood tomorrow.  Thanks everyone for sending me your emails.  xoxo Rach

My mama said there'd be days like this...

Due to a letter from an attorney, threatening legal action against me, I must now move mommyhood to a new, anonymous location. 

So. Please leave me your email address in the comments - or email it to me.

I will be leaving mommyhood up only for a couple of days to give everyone time to move with me. Where we can talk about Landon and drool over pictures of him to our heart's content.

Last one out... hit the lights.

xoxo - rach

Tagged!

 

I've been tagged by Becky, who left me this cute um - sticker!  So, it's my job to follow the rules of the game and tag some of my favorites...

1. Nicole
2. Malia
3. Jenn
4. Angela
5. Janet
6. Jill
7. Jennifer (the other one!)

Oh wait! And then, because I love them too - there's Skye and of course, Tattoo Mandy.

Have fun, girls! Repost the sticker on your blog, and then tag your favorites! xoxo!

Un-hiatus-ed.

Ok. So, I decided to not take a hiatus from mommyhood. 

Simply put - writing is my therapy. My outlet.  My way of dealing with everyone else's bullshit. 

So.  Screw Hiatus.  There are moments in life where you either spiral downwards, or pick yourself up, put on new shoes, and walk forward without looking back. 

And this is one of those moments.

Coming?

Things other people would like me to blog about.

I love blogging.  I especially love it when my cousin Jennifer (you know, Jackson's Mama) says to everyone, "YEAH! She writes like the WHOLE WORLD is listening."   Well you are, right?

I currently have a request list of blog topics. My mom often calls the Farmhouse and says, "You need to come take pictures of this... or, I think (fill in topic here) deserves a whole blog post.  That's what I love about our family, CREATIVITY ON COMMAND!

Listen, this family is so twisted, I mean, FUN, that if I blogged everything, your ears would start to bleed.  From all the listening And crying. And rolling on the floor in the fetal position.  So, while I spend lots and lots of time trying to make the below topics funny, you know, something besides the "you really had to be there" kind, enjoy a brief list of requested family blog topics.

1.  Mimi's "Macaroni".  Let's just say it's NOT Velveeta.  And I don't mean in a good way.

2.  Hay Bales.  They're expensive. Tre' expensive.  And Josh and I usually fight about them. We like to argue, what can I say? While the horses roll their eyes and wait patiently on their stupid humans to feed them.

3.  Bareback horseriding.  If Sundance were a human woman, she'd make sweating fashionable.  And I make SB wash PROFUSELY after each bareback round.  "BUT I TOOK A BATH YESTERDAY" soooo ain't gettin' it.

4.  The Happening.  Was the world's stupidest scary movie.  M. Knight should be banned.  From everything.

5.  Apple Salad.  You NEED this recipe.

6.  Remote Hiding.  We've made it a sport.  A nasty sport no one can ever win.  Especially when the girls leave for the weekend having forgotten where they hid them.  And so I watch Spongebob.  Alot of Spongebob.

See?  There are lots of things to talk about and many paragraphs for you to skim... but I spare you because, well, I KNOW you're really listening.

There now, I think that's been long enough...

Ahhh... nothing like waiting over ten days to provide you with something a little less stale, right?  Coming here everyday and seeing the same ole' post from mid May must be like opening the bread and finding mold.  Ewww.  Of course, if you were me, your mother would just cut off the unsavory bits and serve it to you anyway.

Of course, yesterday, you spoil me.  Even with no new verbage in ten days, I find myself with ninety page views! WHAT? Indeed, someone found me by google-ing "toenail has ridges."  I know my mother is proud.

NINETY.  Soon enough, I'll be the next Heather Armstrong.

No worries.  Plenty to say, but neither the time nor energy to do so. The end of fifth grade, the School Talent Show, Fishing, Working, MySpacing, and Fretting... but not all in that particular order.  Also, suddenly, dealing with my mother has become a full time job.  Dear God, I wonder when she first uttered those words? In her early thirties?  All the mothers in this family eventually go full-on High Maintenence.

Ok. So. Thanks for sticking around - all five of you.  You knew I'd be back.  If for nothing more than the free popcorn.

Banner.

Yes. I changed it.

The way to start a new year.

I'm baaaack.

Long absence to be pondered in its entirety and fully explained in the wee hours of the morning.

For now, rest knowing that mommyhood is BACK... bitches*.

(*in real life, I am not a bad ass and rarely, if ever, say things like "bitches" outloud... mostly because I am not cool enough to pull such a word off.... despite southern accent. It's obvious I've spent waaaaaaay too much time watching Rock of Love.)