parenting

Oh hello.

We went away for New Year's and I didn't blog.

I missed it though.

I was here:

I was just informed that I've been saying it wrong. "Two thousand and nine". It was explained to me that in 1909, they called it "Oh nine", not "Nineteen hundred and nine". Whatever. All I know is, the years are flying by...In another year and some odd months I'll be fifty freaking years old. I don't know how that can be. I feel like I'm in junior high in so many ways.

The red phone rings.

You do know the red phone, right? It’s the one that all of us A-List rock star bloggers have that automatically connects us with each other.

“This is Avitable.”

“Hi, it’s Lotus.”

“What’s today’s password?”

My baby, Blissfully Domestic, made the finals for the 2008 Weblog Awards for Best Parenting Blog.

**I was overjoyed to share the news with you back in August. I was so darn happy! I could not believe it. We had a job! Back in Nashville, of all places. Our homeless days were over and I was so darn happy!**

{ Isn't she cute? }

July was a month of visiting our gracious family. From crawdad catchin' in the mountain creeks, eating our body weight in watermelon and reliving my childhood joy of flying a junebug on a string. We did it all...

In case you forgot, we were running a fun contest of sorts with this meme from July 20 - December 28, 2008. Read more here.

During the coming week, I’ll be finding out exactly who won those prizes. On January 11th, I’ll announce the winners!

So, if you came by my website sometime on January 2nd, you probably got the feeling that something was not quite right.

Yes, I am still alive. I can't remember when I had something really profound to say. I just realized that if I don't write something soon, this blog has a really good chance of just dying a slow, unnoticed death.

In early June we packed up our stuff and moved out of the dream house. We moved in with family for a few weeks while Mr. Smartypants continues to interview. It had been 7 months of interviews and I wouldn't exaggerate to say we were panicked. I still get a knot in my stomach when I see theses shots. I can still feel the ache of those weeks...

In early June we packed up our stuff and moved out of the dream house. We moved in with family for a few weeks while Mr. Smartypants continues to interview. It had been 7 months of interviews and I wouldn't exaggerate to say we were panicked. I still get a knot in my stomach when I see theses shots. I can still feel the ache of those weeks...

May 14th, 2008. My sweet baby arrived. He arrived as the youngest of five boys. Bless his heart.

May 14th, 2008. My sweet baby arrived. He arrived as the youngest of five boys. Bless his heart.

As you probably know (or don’t), I can be a witty and funny person.

(and by “I”, I mean myself, Heather, Queen of Shake Shake, Lotus’ guest poster today.)

A few days ago Lotus asked me to guest post for her and my first reaction was, “Okay, as long as you don’t mind that I’m kind of a bitch and I go off on weird tangents sometimes and say lots of really offensive [bleep] when the mood strikes me,” but then I remembered who I was talking to and realized that Lotus and I totally go together like Rama Lama Lama and Ka-Dingy-Da-D

Happy New Year's Eve!

Being a helpful sort, I've got a new article up at Mommy Track'd about resolving to exercise in 2009.

People who know me IRL can stop laughing now.

In April I knew I needed to publicly share my list of nemesi, nemesises, nemesii, enemies...

In April I knew I needed to publicly share my list of nemesi, nemesises, nemesii, enemies...

December 31, 2008

Dear 2008,

You were my first full year of blogging on my very own, self-hosted website from beginning to end. That was a happy thing about you. As I have written and published posts on my website this year, I’ve learned, grown, healed, changed, triumphed, laughed and cried.

I displayed my hoity-toity decorating tricks in March. I keeps it classy.

I am a big believer that it doesn't matter how a job gets done, just get it done. I have a 'special' homekeeping style. Some would call it messy or disorganized, I call it my life.

Look at my fancy-schmancy furniture and my supa-cute baby boy #4.