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I think Heather over at ThetaMom.com is really awe­some, we started blog­ging around the same time & she’s a really sup­port­ive per­son to have in your blog­ging cor­ner. How­ever, she may have lost her mind because she is hav­ing me as the first fea­tured blog­ger for her new community.

See, Heather recently started a totally rad Theta­Mom Com­mu­nity as a place for blog­gers & those who enjoy read­ing blogs to make new friends. And yep, I described TMC as rad & yes it’s 1985 in my mind. I’m writ­ing this while wear­ing neon, stone washed jeans & a giant set of ban­gles. Stop judg­ing me you know you love stone wash.

Any­way, I love the idea & when she announced it was open­ing I was right on that. Like white on rice or some­thing maybe soy sauce on rice since I also like brown rice but I digress. I swear I think I have a point. Point is (see I had one) the com­mu­nity is open & when she con­tacted me to be the first fea­tured blog­ger I fell outta my chair squeal­ing with excite­ment like a school­girl, which tech­ni­cally I just stopped being, so what if I’m old I can still squeal because I’m really thank­ful for the oppor­tu­nity to meet new folks. If have never been over to Heathers, take the time to visit Heather’s blog, you’ll enjoy the visit.

And now I’m rolling out the wel­come mat to those who are mak­ing their way over here. I fig­ure I while doing that I should also intro­duce myself.

I’m Beth.

I blog about my life, fam­ily, par­ent­ing, food, and home­mak­ing design.

I have four kids. My chil­dren are the rabble-rousing sort. On occa­sion they do things like chase each other around with poop made of play­doh, laugh as I leak breast-milk on myself even as inno­cent infants they know pure comic gold when they see it & all around they are the best human beings I’ve ever come into con­tact with. I am in awe of the fact I get to be their mother.

I’m also mar­ried. He is my best friend, I know how sick. Next thing you know I’m going to tell you he’s great or some­thing. Which he is because he is a cute nerd with a wicked sense of humor who is also great in the kitchen. It’s an ongo­ing story here that is con­tin­u­ing to be updated reg­u­larly because I had some­one ask how we got together, why didn’t we ever move & who has kids dur­ing grad school (mean­ing ARE YOU CRAZY?!). So I fig­ured I’d explain some of these things with the story of our lives, because hey WHO NEEDS PRIVACY? The How I Met Your Father series attempts to explain the back story of how two col­lege kids fell in love, never moved, and man­aged to build a life together.

I also fin­ished grad­u­ate school last year, I teach part-time sav­ing stu­dents from stab­bing pen­cils in their eyes and work on var­i­ous projects. Dur­ing my last year I thought why not write a blog? Because you know I didn’t have enough going on!!

Well, turns out the blog has been a HUGE life­saver. See, I was diag­nosed with post­par­tum depres­sion over the sum­mer. We’ve since bro­ken up, but some­times PPD tries to get me to take him back but I’m not falling for it. With­out the sup­port that comes from the peo­ple I’ve meet here & those who I’ve been so greatly blessed with in my every­day life I might have con­tin­ued to fall down the rab­bit hole.

So, um, yeah, if you made it through that you deserve a big drink because I got dis­tracted by line 4 & I wrote it. Feel free to make one even if it’s 6 in the morn­ing because accord­ing to many peo­ple Bailey’s Irish Creamer isn’t really alco­hol it’s just creamer; in fact, many things aren’t.  Pretty much any­thing that is alco­hol appar­ently might not really be alco­hol under the right con­di­tions. Although if you get arrested don’t try to use this as a legal jus­ti­fi­ca­tion because I’m pretty sure it doesn’t count.

And again wel­come to casa de con­fu­sion & thank you for every­one who comes here on a reg­u­lar basis to read. I love that I have got­ten the oppor­tu­nity to meet you all & get met new peo­ple every­day.  You have no idea how awe­some I think you all are & how totally thank­ful I am to you all.  I mean really, truly, you are all AWESOME SAUCE, which is like the best kind of awe­some EVER & I KNOW these things even if I still think it’s 1985.

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