Months ago, I heard about a segment on The Today Show featuring a woman who is making a killing on her blog. Her husband has quit his job to become her business manager, and she spends her days writing funny stories about her kid and counting her money. This sounded pretty good to me, although I had some misgivings about selling ad space on a Web site about my children.
Well, it's 2009, the economy is in shambles, and I figure if a woman can make a buck telling stories about diapers and breastfeeding, she should do it. With that noble philosophy in mind, I am moving my blogging efforts to www.countryfriedmama.com. This is a public site, and maybe one day it will get me on The Today Show. Maybe not. But it is a new venture, and I'm excited about it. I hope you'll check it out.
For now, this is the last posting in this location. Go bookmark www.countryfriedmama.com. See you there.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
I now pronounce you...
Do you have piles of stuff in your home that have been there so long you regard them as part of your permanent decor? I do, and I decided to knock one of them down today. At the bottom of this pile was our wedding album. I can't recall why I had taken it out, but on my way to return it to its actual home, Delia stopped me and asked to look at the pictures.
This fed her current obsession, inspired by Disney. Delia wants to know about getting married. Thank you, Sleeping Beauty. Delia wants to know if David and I are married (yes), when we got married (a long time ago), and why we got married (because we love each other).
After looking at the pictures, Delia decided she wanted to get married, too, and she would "get married with Daddy."
I said, "No, Daddy is married to me. You'll need to pick someone else."
"Okay," said Delia. "I'll get married with Grandpa."
"Umm, no," I said. "Girls can't marry their grandpas or their daddies." (There is an Alabama joke in here somewhere, but I'll just leave that alone.)
"How about Uncle Steve?"
"Nope."
Delia mulled this over for awhile, then decided she would like to marry Maleficent, the bad fairy from Sleeping Beauty. She seems nervous about this, particularly since Maleficent turns into a dragon at the end of the movie, but she is insistent. Maybe by the time Delia is ready to get married, it will be legal in this state for a sweet girl to marry an evil fairy.
This fed her current obsession, inspired by Disney. Delia wants to know about getting married. Thank you, Sleeping Beauty. Delia wants to know if David and I are married (yes), when we got married (a long time ago), and why we got married (because we love each other).
After looking at the pictures, Delia decided she wanted to get married, too, and she would "get married with Daddy."
I said, "No, Daddy is married to me. You'll need to pick someone else."
"Okay," said Delia. "I'll get married with Grandpa."
"Umm, no," I said. "Girls can't marry their grandpas or their daddies." (There is an Alabama joke in here somewhere, but I'll just leave that alone.)
"How about Uncle Steve?"
"Nope."
Delia mulled this over for awhile, then decided she would like to marry Maleficent, the bad fairy from Sleeping Beauty. She seems nervous about this, particularly since Maleficent turns into a dragon at the end of the movie, but she is insistent. Maybe by the time Delia is ready to get married, it will be legal in this state for a sweet girl to marry an evil fairy.
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