Friday, January 27, 2012
The Other Mother Blog
Since about six-thirty this morning, I have been thinking about my other blog. This theoretical blog is where I could really let it all hang out. I am talking about colorfuller language, rants, snarkiness, trollitudes, whiney-b!tchy-hormonal wisdom, and butter recipes.
You see, believe it or not, I am on a quest to be a respectable, gracious, magazine-cover worthy persona. I want to create an ambiance of grace and respectability, with light humor, tasteful decor, some frank moments, but mostly serenity and ennobling sentiment. But this is an upward battle, and anyone familiar with my history, with the deeper recesses of these 2,000 + posts, knows I have had frequent occasion to miss the mark, considerably. Oh, and the magazine-cover worthy persona is figurative. I just want to be shiny and good.
But I get so cranky!
And now. Now I gotta get my butt to the market to buy chips and guacamole. Yeah. Mexican food, because in the school parking lot, as the bell is ringing, Maria said, "Mommy, today is culture day, and I need to dress in something from Mexico and bring food to share." She's wearing her WORT Radio shirt, with a Do The Funky Chicken illustration by Lynda Barry... if that ain't "culture..."
My bad. I should have known about this. I believe there are school newsletters, or something. My other blog might be called Thirty-One Flavors of Failure, and in it I would write about bringing chips and guacamole for the kids, and a six pack of Corona for the teacher, as a token of my remorse for being so flaky, but I wouldn't mention that here, because I am pretty sure that would dull the shiny goodness.