Looking for input

This has been a crazy-busy few weeks since I last posted.  Mr.  Wonderful is still on the job hunt.  I am now on the job hunt.  Summer is on its final lap and life is just in general...nuts!

In the midst of getting back into my former life of sales/marketing/communications, I have realized that I am going to have to stop fighting Twitter. 

I have stayed away for fear that my children might not even get fed if I take up one more past time.  However,  it looks like this Twitter thing might actually catch on, and it would probably behoove me to get on board.

So, as you know, when you twitter you much come up with a username. 

For me, this is a big deal.  Since it will be tied in with this blog, I don't want to use my name (for privacy sake).  I don't want to sound like a hillbilly, I'm not one of those gridiron-graduates who names their children after the school mascot and I hate to say it, but my entire identity is not just my (albeit very important and precious) role as a mother.

So Mr. Wonderful and I have labored over what my eternal username will be.  Which made me look at this blog.  @awomanamanandaminivan is just too long!  And anyway, I'm not completely crazy about the name, layout or format. 

Here is where you come in.  I need to know from you the readers and/or fellow bloggers.  Is it too late to change the name of my blog and my identity?  Is that like death to a blog?  I'm a pretty small blog after all. 

Your thoughts?

I didn't know laminate came in extra crunchy

An absolute fact of the parenting universe is that normal household items take on a new texture and look post-children.

My floors.
Crunchy. 
That's right.  And all you parents of pre-schoolers are living it and those of you who have already raised your little ones are having flashbacks just reading this.

Goldfish, graham crackers and, of course, Cheerios.  God bless them.

You get up to make your coffee and feel that crunch under your feet and you don't even have to look.
You know that what was 2 seconds ago a simple "lean over and pick up", is now a "get out the broom or dust buster."

No matter how much I sweep or vacuum, it is all in vain as my toddlers, like modern-day Hansel & Gretel, leave a trail of whatever snack they were consuming throughout the house.

I've tried to fight it, but I am convinced it is a battle I just won't win.  And they know it too, those little orange fish.  That's why they are smiling.

Marketing sells

(Disclaimer:  This is a post I wrote a month or so ago.)


We have all seen the commercials.

And ladies, I'm going to tell you that is pretty much how it goes. 
Can I get a witness?
I can survive all day on a banana and cup of yogurt,
but when the kiddos go to bed and I'm left alone in front of the TV,
oh mercy! 

Got.
To.
Snack.

Well, I happened to have a coupon for Special K
and they were BOGO this week at Publix,
so I took a shot at it and I will say...pretty stinkin' good.

I mean, the chocolate doesn't taste just like chocolate, but the flakes are crunchy, sweet
and just chocolaty enough to get me over my craving.
I love to eat it without milk because, well, it lasts longer
and I need my snack to last through the entire show or at least 3/4 of my movie (testify?).  

So this little snack has captured my heart.
For about 120-150 calories I can munch away and not go to bed feeling completely defeated. 
Now I just need extra coupons,
because I have a feeling that this affection
is not going to wane anytime soon.
(hint, hint Kellogg's)

Wordless (Almost) Wednesday

Smile!

Momma told me to

I'm a firstborn.  By nature I am a rule-follower and a people-pleaser. 

You are probably noticing that there are wayyyyyy more posts here at AWAMAM than usual.  The reason is two-fold. 

First, the path God has led us to is nothing if not unpredictable.  I need an outlet.

Second, my mom wants me to write.  She wants me to publish a series of best-sellers, but we are going to set our sights a little lower dear Momma and aim for a mildly entertaining blog.  Ok?

So bear with me and my ramblings.  I'm a UA graduate and a Bama football fan and around here when "Momma" speaks, you listen.

(Hush Momma...sometimes you listen.)