Identity Crisis…in my Mind

By on October 16, 2009 in Uncategorized
I love my blog. Blogging is my happy place. My place to exercise what little creativity I have.

My blog has evolved so nicely over this last year-and-a-half. Maybe by next year I’ll feel confident enough to play with the Big Kids at Blogher or SITScation.

I’ve tried to make my blog all growd up too. You know, look professional. Look like…I know what I’m doing. Even though I don’t know what I’m doing. I desire to attact some mega million dollar company who is looking for a spokemodel for 40-year-old-parents-of-small-kids-with-great-sense-of-humor-and-prementral-bloat. (I have the bloat, not the “small kids”. Just want to be clear on that).

I recently read in Problogger about taglines. As you can see mine has gone from “Queen of The Kingdom of Tired” to the long I-am-too-lazy-to-retype-just-read-it one. The jist of it (according to Problogger) is visitors should be able to see what your blog is about in one glance…….

….so that leads me to my current canundrum. What IS my blog about??

When “ordinary folk” ask me (you, local community members who have NO CLUE what a blog is) I tell them my blog is a humorous look at parenthood with an occassion poop story.

They cringe, grimace , and walk away. Which leads me to believe they need to get out more and see the world, or “occassional poop story” is just NOT working in my favor. I personally think it’s hilarious. But I also think armpit farting is funny too.

FYI; occassionally people comment I am gross..I prefer “colorful” thankyouverymuch.

So this is my task for YOU, my beloved readers. Hook a sista up and give me some ideas for a more suitable tagline. And remember, million dollar corporations may/possibly/kindasorta poised and waiting in the wings.

No pressure.

I will reward you with some sort of uber-cool gift (though I don;t know what that will be yet. Don’t worry, I’m good for it) if your tagline suggestion makes me rock back in my frayed dining room chair and shout “YES YES! That’s it! I love it!”

Bring it on o-brilliant commentors and blog Goddesses!

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Betty Crocker I is Not..Apparently

By on October 15, 2009 in Uncategorized


I confess…my cooking sucks. My husband, to this day, will retell (and retell, and retell) the story when we were newlyweds and I attempted to make clam chowder.

Only I accidentally used oysters instead.

Did you know oysters turn a milk-based soup green? Plus when you give it a stir, it looks like eyeballs floating in it. It was a bad scene.

So it’s no secret my hubby does all the cooking in the house. Why fight it? He wants to do it and it saves me from hearing screeching and someone yelling “the smoke detectors going off again! Mom must be cooking!”……..

Smart a$$es.

So today and tomorrow it’s “MEA” around here. I don’t know what “MEA” really means, but in my world that means:
1. No school
2. Hubby is duck hunting.

And since there is no school, our First Grader is enjoying the good life at Joy’s. She’s been our daycare provider for the last 6 years.

Maybe too good.

“Mom”, .Jake comments as he watches me fumble around the kitchen. “Gramma Joy’s cooking is very…old. And it’s very good”. (She’s one of those annoying cook-from-scratch-people.)

“oh really?” I murmur while prowling the cupboards for something to nuke that resembles supper.

“Yup“, Our Eldest Rugrat adds confidently. “And your cooking is very…YOUNG…and it’s not very good”.

Gee thanks. Thank goodness for hot dogs, PB&J, and daycare ladies…or my children would starve during hunting season!

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Mommy Blogger, WAHM, and Virtual Assistant. Being a mom is The.Best.Thing.Ever and Team Family is #1. I am a veteran blogger who writes for 5 blogs as well as 3 of my own. Franticmommy is a place to share the trials of and tribulations of parenthood, the challenges and inspiration of working home, and the thrill of business ownership. And all with a “give-it-to-me-straight” style and a healthy dose of humor.
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16 Responses to Betty Crocker I is Not..Apparently

  1. Deborah October 15, 2009 at 7:25 pm #

    I can join the club. I’m a lousy cook also and the kids will let me know! My kids are older, so if they want to, they can make dinner!!

    Reply
  2. CynthiaK October 15, 2009 at 10:51 pm #

    Wow, that Jake is very tactful with his choice of wording! Well done, Mom. ;)

    Have a great MEA Friday!

    Reply
  3. Grissell October 15, 2009 at 11:37 pm #

    OMG we must be related cuz seriously this past year I have been thinking I have making some freakn fantastic meals and then be told they suck …… what eva is what I say…..

    So now I say hey I cooked if you dont like it then there is always cereal…:)

    Happy thursday

    Reply
  4. Unknown Mami October 16, 2009 at 12:24 am #

    We all have our gifts.

    Reply
  5. Housewife Savant October 16, 2009 at 4:42 am #

    My cooking must be “young” too.
    I don’t care.
    It makes me feel perky all over.

    Reply
  6. Michele October 16, 2009 at 8:55 am #

    Don’t beat yourself up, FM! Your job is to see that your kids get fed…the “how” and “who” issues ultimately don’t matter. :-)

    Years ago I’d always set off the kitchen smoke detector when I made grilled cheese. They came out fine…just something about the grill smoking always set it off. One time my kids were out with my husband when some firetrucks drove in the direction of our house, sirens blaring, and one daughter says, “Mom must be making grilled cheese.” Yeah, thanks for the vote of confidence there! LOL!

    Reply
  7. Pam October 16, 2009 at 12:42 pm #

    Your “clam” chowder sounds like it would be the perfect dish to serve on Halloween – green, thick soup with eyeballs in it. I say you serve it on October 31st.

    Reply
  8. The Crazy Suburban Mom October 16, 2009 at 2:09 pm #

    Man that oyster story is priceless! yeah eyeballs plus they have a much stronger taste – fishier or something….but lol…im laughing so hard.

    So glad I came here

    Reply
  9. This Mama Rocks October 17, 2009 at 5:30 am #

    Hey! I posted you for blog of the week!

    Reply
  10. CynthiaK October 17, 2009 at 7:40 am #

    Hope your Friday went as planned!

    Oh, and here’s a little award for you. :)

    http://crumbsintheminivan.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-like-to-thank-academy.html

    Reply
  11. Angelica Bays, TygrLilies.com October 17, 2009 at 12:05 pm #

    Pbbbt!Little Turkey butt!

    Reply
  12. MiMi October 17, 2009 at 3:07 pm #

    My cooking is young too. Dangit!

    Reply
  13. Mammatalk October 18, 2009 at 4:58 pm #

    My hubby is the chef, too. Kinda got lucky that way.

    Reply
  14. Scary Mommy October 19, 2009 at 3:44 pm #

    Ewwwwwwwww! Reminds me of the blue soup from Bridget Jones’ Diary. You do get an A for effort, though!

    Reply
  15. Theta Mom October 20, 2009 at 5:03 am #

    OMG! Something must be in the water this week because I just posted about how I am a lame cook, too! Actually I like to call my cooking style “Cut and Dump!”

    Reply
  16. alyssanryderma October 26, 2009 at 10:20 am #

    haha auntie you crack me up. Uncle must get his cooking from g-ma cause dad is really good cook too. When we were little we’d tolerate moms food but love when dad was cooking, I think I inherited his gene (I hope). I’m one of those old school make from scratch too..usually cheaper..but every kids loves a great PB & J sand. they tought alyssa how to make them at her school the other day so now thats all she wants

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I love my blog. Blogging is my happy place. My place to exercise what little creativity I have.


My blog has evolved so nicely over this last year-and-a-half. Maybe by next year I'll feel confident enough to play with the Big Kids at Blogher or SITScation.


I've tried to make my blog all growd up too. You know, look professional. Look like...I know what I'm doing. Even though I don't know what I'm doing. I desire to attact some mega million dollar company who is looking for a spokemodel for 40-year-old-parents-of-small-kids-with-great-sense-of-humor-and-prementral-bloat. (I have the bloat, not the "small kids". Just want to be clear on that).


I recently read in Problogger about taglines. As you can see mine has gone from "Queen of The Kingdom of Tired" to the long I-am-too-lazy-to-retype-just-read-it one. The jist of it (according to Problogger) is visitors should be able to see what your blog is about in one glance.......


....so that leads me to my current canundrum. What IS my blog about??


When "ordinary folk" ask me (you, local community members who have NO CLUE what a blog is) I tell them my blog is a humorous look at parenthood with an occassion poop story.


They cringe, grimace , and walk away. Which leads me to believe they need to get out more and see the world, or "occassional poop story" is just NOT working in my favor. I personally think it's hilarious. But I also think armpit farting is funny too.


FYI; occassionally people comment I am gross..I prefer "colorful" thankyouverymuch.


So this is my task for YOU, my beloved readers. Hook a sista up and give me some ideas for a more suitable tagline. And remember, million dollar corporations may/possibly/kindasorta poised and waiting in the wings.


No pressure.


I will reward you with some sort of uber-cool gift (though I don;t know what that will be yet. Don't worry, I'm good for it) if your tagline suggestion makes me rock back in my frayed dining room chair and shout "YES YES! That's it! I love it!"


Bring it on o-brilliant commentors and blog Goddesses!