I am a mommy-blogger in that I have kids and I blog about them more often than other topics. I don’t mind that title. I am OK with it because it fits me. If you feel the need to label me then I would embrace that label. Alternatively you can just call me Steph.
I started this blog a couple of years ago to keep my family updated on my kids. They don’t read it. At least if they do they don’t tell me about it. I then found I enjoyed writing in it so I continue to do so. I am not a great writer. There are MANY out there who are supremely talented, I am not one of them despite what my highschool Lit. teacher tried to tell me. I still love her for that, she’s my favorite teacher of ALL time, mostly just because she built me up and I now know she did so not because she got paid to do it (because let’s face it teachers don’t actually get paid enough to lie to us) but because she truly loves me as much as I love her. I know this because she tells me every time I see her.
What will you find here?
- Stories about my kids. Yes I use their real names and my real name. Why? Because if you have any kind of tech skills you can find me anyway so I just don’t see the point in hiding. I hope my blog is used for good and not evil though.
- Occasionally my politics. I will probably lose most of my potential readers when I tell you I am a republican. I am not a conservative republican. I consider myself a moderate republican. This is the bane of my grandmother’s existence. I briefly considered voting democrat in the last election but I just couldn’t do it. I try to steer clear of politics but occasionally they seep out no matter what I do.
- My opinions. Mine alone, no one else’s and I am opinionated. There went the rest of my potential readers.
- My take on celebrity news or current events. Occasionally I like to weigh in on celebrity news and current events. I am an admitted lover of celebrity magazines. I don’t subscribe to them anymore because I can read it all online anyway, but it’s one of my favorite things to do. Why? Because I can. Because it breaks up the mundane and really, the absolutely ridiculous lifestyles just beg to be read about and commented on.
- My experiences. Sometimes I write about the adoption of our youngest. Sometimes I write about my son’s struggles with ADHD. For a while I wrote a lot about the fire that destroyed our home and my life as I knew it. I write less about the fire now because I am trying to move forward but I do sometimes end up back there because it has been so defining. Sometimes I write about my pets because I love them even though it’s like having extra kids under foot all day long, also because I have the world’s fattest Papillon and she kinda rules the roost around here because she’s freakishly big and wonderfully bitchy. Her second in command is my daughter although they occasionally switch roles just to mess with me.
- Rambling randomness. I am a huge fan!
- My life, I am brutally honest. I write as I think. I don’t do drafts a month ahead of time. If an idea comes to me I write it. That could mean I will write something offensive to someone and I assure you it’s not intentional. Most times the things I think people might find offensive are actually the posts I write when I’m contemplating myself and who I am. Usually I’m questioning something I was raised to believe so in discovering my true self I often find I don’t like me. I don’t expect you to always like me either. I do hope you’ll keep the hate mail to yourselves though. If you feel the need to, call me fat, call me stupid, or call me ugly I’m just gonna print it out, shred it and use it as environmentally friendly kitty litter so as you can see you’d be wasting your time.
- Small town woes. I am a small town Wyoming girl. Granted in the past few years we’ve been a bit of a boom-town but we refuse to rise to the occasion and actually embrace the growth by doing things to actually keep our population at the level it’s at now.
- My life as a hockey mom. From October to April hockey rules this house. We are gone most every weekend and we are at practice 3 or 4 days a week. I LOVE being a hockey mom. I love being a mom period and I love supporting my kids but there’s something about the hockey community that is just life changing. All parents should experience it.
What you won’t find here:
- Much cussing. I am just not big on typing out cuss words. A few minor ones I use liberally here, the big ones I just don’t. Also? I cuss like an oilfield worker in real life and I am trying to stop since my daughter singing the F-Bomb in the grocery store is no longer endearing. Actually it was never endearing but when I looked sheepishly at people and said “oh she’s saying D-U-C-K” they thought it was. Now that she’s older they don’t buy it.
- Me trashing my husband or my marriage. That’s not to say I won’t joke about something he does that’s totally husband like. It just means I’m not airing our dirty laundry here. Marriages take work, LOTS of work. I am by no means the perfect spouse but somehow my husband has stuck it out without using the internet to discuss our sex life or how much he secretly hates me. I extend to him the same courtesy.
- Tips for being a perfect mother and domestic engineer. Heck I’m not even GOOD at those things let alone perfect. I hate laundry with a flaming passion, other forms of housework are ranked slightly above the hatred I reserve for the stupid laundry, and my kids eat goldfish and cheetos (not as meals mind you). I believe in LOVING parenting over just about any other form of parenting and it boggles me there are actually different kind of parenting out there! I don’t believe there is a perfect parent out there and I don’t believe there is a perfect parenting strategy. What works for me probably won’t work for you and that’s how it should be.
- Posts about what other mommy bloggers are doing, saying, or writing that are meant to tear them down. I believe there is space on the internet for all of us and that we don’t all have to agree. That’s not to say I won’t comment on something you’ve said if I think it reflects on me, but I will not write a post with the direct intention of tearing down another person.
- Healthy and beauty tips or anything that could possibly be construed as fashion advice. While you won’t find me pictured on peopleofwalmart.com (I don’t think anyway), I am guilty of throwing my hair in to a greasy ponytail and heading to town in my staple knit pants (I think they’re called yoga pants now) and a t-shirt I probably bought at one of the 50 hockey tournaments we attended this year. I just don’t have time to look pretty and when I do have time I fear the ladies in the salon might think I’m narcoleptic when I fall asleep in their chair after having not slept for a week. Also? I drive my son to school in my jammies, I throw a sweatshirt over them and go. Yes I’ve considered what might happen if I got pulled over or had an accident on the way there or back but the truth is I just don’t care. I do always put on clean undies though because my grandpa always said “you don’t want to end up in the hospital with dirty skivvies on” and I can’t fault his logic. You just never know.
So, if you think you might gain something from my posts then please do pull up a recliner, have a cup of coffee (preferably with Vanilla Caramel coffee creamer in it), and stay a while. I do hope you’ll let me know you stopped by, but if you don’t want to that’s OK too.