To those who followed me in my other blogging life: welcome back to the fun that is me. :) To those newbies who have stumbled upon this page: I apologize.
Here I shall be chronicling my daily thoughts, struggles, ambitions, and complaints. It's a hard life, but a fabulous one when I think about it, and so I try do that regularly. Enjoy the ride.
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Mom, wife, writer, employee, housekeeper (but a very poor one), daughter, sister, friend, and sarcastic wit trying to do it all and have it all. Let the highjinks ensue ...
Can't get enough?
Hit me up at maxedoutmommy@gmail.com.
Can't get enough?
Hit me up at maxedoutmommy@gmail.com.
W: The first love of my life, my dashing husband and best friend. Bringer of the bacon, in both respects.
H: The second love of my life, the pint-sized dynamo that turned life up-side-down. Fan of bright lights, things that fit in his mouth, and "Old MacDonald."
F: Our once-pampered and now disgruntled pup. Still a part of the fam, full of love and chew toys.
H: The second love of my life, the pint-sized dynamo that turned life up-side-down. Fan of bright lights, things that fit in his mouth, and "Old MacDonald."
F: Our once-pampered and now disgruntled pup. Still a part of the fam, full of love and chew toys.
- Amuse-Bouche is a cool word. And delicious.
- Baby drool has healing powers. Kinda like Windex.
- There is nothing wrong with pairing a $5 Old Navy shirt with a $400 handbag.
- If it's from Cali, do not call it Champagne. Respect, people.
- Scanning billboards, commercials, and shampoo bottles for gramatical mistakes is cool, not lame.
- Survivor is one of the best bands ever. And "Eye of the Tiger" does not count.
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