The Obnoxious S.A.H.M.

Well???? Did you?

2010-07-17T03:10:00.000-07:00

Well????????????

Have you SEEN IT??!!!!

Click HERE

to see what the fuss is about!

I have moved!

I hope you like it.

PLEASE PLEASE ...

comment

or just

smack me in the head

so I know that you are there following me still.

I love you guys!

Let me know what you think!

All my love,

Come and See the new site!

2010-07-01T06:30:00.000-07:00

http://savvy-motherhood.com/

MOVED! Find me here :) Hope you like it!

Hang Tight!

2010-06-30T17:06:00.000-07:00

Hi Friends :)

I know you must be thinking where the heck are you?!

I'm here working on a new website. It isn't quite ready yet.

SOON!

I can't wait for you guys to see it :)

Hugs and Crap,

Me.

Move

2010-06-06T22:58:00.000-07:00

getting ready for a BIG BIG move...............

more to come soon.........

A Moment of Silence for the 1950's Homemaker.

2010-06-03T13:51:00.000-07:00

May I just state how thankful I am that we as women have evolved to a place where we don't need to put up with this behavior from a man? (see video below) Being a homemaker has taken a new dimension. Our self-esteem and self acceptance isn't based on if we can make a good cup of coffee or not. (and thank the Lord for that) The highlight of our day isn't whether we should use heat dry or non heat dry on our dishwasher.

Frankly, it is quite the opposite.

There's a community of women who are finding each other online, via blogging, social media, online groups, and even various conventions, who are launching brands, and starting their marketing and freelance writing careers. They are fulfilling a hunger that has been inside of them for decades.

I find it incredibly humorous as I meet people who pity me as if I have been missing something because I chose to "go home" and raise my kids for the last 8 years. I have met the most incredible and amazing people in social media that have supported me as I have been seeking out my creative outlets, one being a freelance writing career. I have made amazing connections in media and have learned so much from them, I have grown as a person and for that I am so grateful. (and no they aren't just my little pretend friends on the little computer in my make believe world... I have made friends in real life with them... you nerds.... ha ha )

I would have never known or sought these opportunities if I stayed in my 9 to 5 job. (well it was more like 10 hour days - no lunch and worked weekends... but whose keeping track?...)

So I say, let's take a moment in silence and honor this sad woman whose life evolved in making coffee better than the girls in the office.... and CHEERS to us as we seek to achieve our dreams and lay the path to future homemakers who don't need to feel less of a woman in the feminist world because they made their choice to stay at home. I thought you people were all about a woman's choice..... right? (snickers)

My peek inside of Donny's pants

2010-05-30T19:03:00.000-07:00

At this moment, my daughter Sophia is buying her first Ken doll with her daddy. (God bless him) I wonder if she is going to do the peek-a-roo and take his pants off like every other single little girl who owned a Ken doll.

(oh come on... I know you did it too)

It's normal that a child has curiosity over what inside the other team's pants. I never peeked in Ken's pants, actually. Not because I didn't want to, it was because I didn't have Ken.

I had Donny Osmond. Ha ha ... yep. And YES I peeked inside his pants to see what the difference was.

Picture it, Baltimore, Maryland 1977 in my parent's very furnished basement . ....I was wearing my red and white bell bottom plaid pants, a long sleeve red pleated shirt with a tiny red bow turtle neck, and long red pony tails topped off with a thick yarn red bows. It was winter time and I was a lonely only child that made B.F.F.'s with my Barbies and danced around like a wacko to the Mickey Mouse Club record player.

Excited that I finally got my first male doll to accompany dates with Barbie and Skipper too to their Barbie town house ( my parents were too cheap to buy me the Barbie Dream House just for the know), I ran up the basement stairs skipping every other step, after all, I am all about time management in my formative years. Peering around the corner of the basement door to see if anyone was coming, I quietly shut the basement door and ran back down the stairs.

My thick Wonder Woman themed glasses started to fog up as I took a big sigh of anxiousness to finally see what "it" looked like.

"Darn it Donny! Why do you have to have that crazy purple jumpsuit?" I thought in my struggle to undress him.

Finally Success!

Wait a minute......... hhmmm..... ?????

I don't get it.

This isn't what the neighborhood girls described.

"Huh. Okay... so that is weird" I thought with brow raised.

.......... Later that night, watching ">The Donny and Marie Show with my parents. I sat criss cross on the floor smugly knowing from my great discovery.

Yep. I know Donny.... what is in those pants of yours.

So as I wait for my dear daughter to come home... I wonder if she too will have that same perplexed look as I did when I was in my youth from my great discovery? Is she going to peek in Ken's pants too?

Yep. I'll bet my life on it.

My Mindless Rants

2010-05-25T17:40:00.000-07:00

If you have seen my mind please send it this way. I have lost it a few days ago and I haven't been the same since. Work is going well. I like my job. Heck, I just like being around people again even though I am missing The Price is Right. The way I interact with people has been interesting to say the least. I am very excited to meet new people so much that I feel like I am about to pop out of my skin. Sometimes I get so excited when I am talking to an adult, I forget what I am saying in mid-thought.

............................................................................ like now.

See what I mean?!

It REALLY annoys me. I try to escape myself, but ... (sighs) .... there I am following me.. being annoying with brain farts. So instead of writing a cheesy inspiring read for you... or some lengthy witty blog that will make you smirk at the end.... I will close this with a few random thoughts, since that is all I can muster up for ya.

I am so over school and ready to end this year and bring on the summer.

I never seen a Lost episode.

I want to go to Ireland before I kick the bucket.

I want to find my brain.

I hope I live to see a world where all are treated equally by race, gender, and weight.

So who shot J.R. Ewing on Dallas?

I love the smell of a freshly opened box of crayons.

Gardenias are beautiful.

Why did God invent fat anyway?

I wished I could cook like a chef.

I wished I had a chef so I didn't have to cook!

I am so unassuming it's ridiculous.

Duh! I know I am not that Obnoxious ( ha ha)

I hope my kids don't hate me when they grow up.

I love watching QVC in the middle of the night. One time I watched the host get WAY too excited about cheese.

I can't believe you stuck around and read all these annoying and mindless thoughts.

Going back to work after 8 YEARS!

2010-05-11T06:50:00.000-07:00

Yesterday morning I was pushed up and tucked in the right places as I put on my business suit for my interview. It has been 8 years since I have had to wear that costume. I had forgotten how long it takes to look the part in wearing grown up clothes. I shook, shimmied, and did my cardio workout with my shape wear. To tell you the truth, after all that work getting put together, I looked stunning. ;) Franky, it has been a very long time since I dressed up so much for anyone.

I was nervous as heck about joining the work force again. I don't know what to expect. Did the outside world become space tech like the Jetsons? They have that blue tooth thing and gigantic I Pads now. So what am I getting myself into?!
I came up with the Top 10 Reason's to Hire Me a while ago and deemed it appropriate to share today. In today's market, one must sell themselves for hire.

10.) I will be on time always because I am up bright and early. My six year old is an early riser and is up at 5:00 am everyday (even weekends).

9.) I would be extremely enthusiastic because I am not used to being around adults and it is a pure treat for me. I am almost “honored”

8.) I have an extensive language skill. I speak not only English, but I am FLUENT in Baby-nees.

7.) I would be a great asset to your Team because I am not afraid to get my hands dirty! Currently my position title is “Designated Butt Wiper”. (And I have been pee’d on a few times as well)

6.) I can pull an all nighter! At my current job I have stayed up many times with my associates caring for them. Even when I have been sick myself.

5.) I can bring creativity to your team! I have been hands on with art projects almost daily for the last six years!

4.) I'm immune to WHINING.

3.) You won’t have to worry about my personal and professional appearance. I only shower when I leave the house!

2.) Did I mention I am cute?

1.) I am the ICON of a Desperate Housewife. So if you don’t hire me, I will Google you and stalk you until you do.

As I said before, it has been 8 years since I have "gone back to work." (I say this loosely, as I work very hard at home being a mother and running my household.) Looks like I'm gonna have to change my the title of my blog!........ The Obnoxious S.A.H.M. (stay at home mother) because I GOT THE JOB! No longer will I be a slave to Pop Tarts and the Price is Right, I will actually have to shower in the morning, because I have somewhere to go.

I guess this means I have to shave my legs?

The teachers in the car circle are going to be shocked when I don't pop out of the car in my pajamas and slippers anymore. Does this mean my blogging days are over? Nope. I'll still be here, just with more material.

My "Old" Nonsense.

2010-05-04T19:15:00.000-07:00

If you are having an evening like I am, then you are ready to hit the red button and nuke a country. It's my kids. They drive me insane. I love them endearingly with all my heart. Sadly, my war wounds are showing in the form of premature gray and just this morning I woke up with a pimple. Not to mention, I am still claiming that my extra (ahem) many pounds I am carrying around are still my "baby weight" ... well.. it is right? I just never lost the pregnancy weight from both of my pregnancies.

As I grow older, the less tolerance I have for nonsense. I swore I would never turn into one of "these" and I even begged friends (what are their names again?.. I forgotten) to please smack me if I ever turned "OLD."

This morning on the way home, the sixteen year old nerd in front of me was jamming out in his very expensive-he must have got an A- truck. It was obnoxious. Now normally I like that sorta thing. I had my car pimped out when I was his age and my "boom boom" would shake the windows as I would drive around. My parents used to tell me they could hear me coming blocks away.

Now 20 years later, I have become one of "those" and find that sort of thing pure nonsense. I scolded this disrespectful young man and gave him the brows down face. Then I looked in the mirror and thought...

wait a minute... who are you again? So what happened? I demand that my children speak politely to me and answer me with a Yes Ma'am constantly.

When did I become a "Ma'am?"

ugh. Is there any going back? Can I be a "Miss" again?

No? hhhmmmm.... I didn't think so.

Well if you need me, I'll be the hunched over gray haired pushing 40 year old giving the youngsters a brows down and chugging my Geritol.

Big Announcement!

2010-05-04T10:39:00.000-07:00

GUESS WHAT!

I have started an online magazine and currently looking for contributors to join our team. If you are interested hit me up with an email saturdaymedia@gmail.com

Take a look!

You don't have to post every week and you are not tied down to one particular topic.
ALSO... you may use previous articles and posts you have written.

It is a fun interesting informative collective inspiring group to become a part of.

Subscribe it's FREE!!!

Take a look around and if you are interested, email me! :)

I can't wait to hear from you!

Donna