What About Mom

I wish I could be all cynical and hate things like Disneyland and Anne Geddes calendars and vapid romance novels. At least I do hate one of those things. I’ve recently written my memoirs and a geographical history; they are almost as interesting as they sound.

I never thought I’d get married — I planned to be a doctor or lawyer: the basic career options for someone with above-average grades and enough passion and imagination for absolutely nothing. Instead I found prince mostly-charming at 20 and popped out the first of three princess-pony-ballerinas at 23.

In case you’re wondering why we have names from a children’s primer, check out Fun with Dick and Jane.

If you’re wondering why it’s What About Mom? (what, you think it should be yet another site dedicated to Britney Spears?) read this. Actually, Britney is both a mother and troubled, so maybe that would work.

For a confession about my awesome banner images, read I’m Jane, and I’m neither a size 2 nor 18 years old.

And if you, like Cousin Sylwia, have a whacked sense of humor see the world differently, read my spiel on what motivates me.

Contact Jane by sending email to whataboutmom@gmail.com. I am happy to review your book, product, or chocolate cookies, and I promise to be completely honest about how I like them. If you’d like a review, send me a review copy. If you’d like to purchase advertising on this site, wire a million dollars to my bank account (or send me an email and we’ll talk turkey).

Now meet the Dick and Jane family . . .

Jane is a SAHM (sassy ambition-challenged homemaker-challenged mommy) who likes to read, run 10Ks, write and try out new recipes (which unfortunately counteracts the running).

Dick is a technical writer who likes to “work” on his computer, fish, play basketball, and take his daughters to the movies.

Sally (7 1/2) likes to dance, be a horse/princess/dinosaur/teacher, watch movies about the same, read three or four Magic Treehouse books a day, and draw.

Susan is an imp (not the Catholic devil variety, the other, 3 /12 year-old kind) who likes to say no. “Do you want some ice cream, Susan?” “NO! I want some ICE CREAM!”

Spot (20 months) is still my baby, even if she’s no longer nursing. She likes to wail on Grandma’s dog and then pretend that she and the dog are the best of friends.