(June 2005) I've wanted to start a blog for soooooooo long.The one thing that was holding me back -- OS X. My lack of a fully supported browser was really starting to cramp my already crowded style. But alas, my dear friend Gail came to the rescue. And now I can surf, sell and blog with reckless abandon. Allow me to bring you up to speed...(and I promise to fill in the gaps at later). My name is Vanessa. I have two daughters: Hazel and Lula. On the Monday after Mother's day, my husband Erik, was laid off. How does one gift wrap a pink slip? This proves particularity perilous due to the fact that we live smack, dab in the middle of Manhattan, NY. That -- coupled with the fact that we weren't the most fiscally responsible couple in the world to begin with -- equals mac'n'cheese for dinner for the second night in a row. Oh, fondly I remember sushi and take-out of when I once thought we were scraping by. So (more speed) we're due to be out of this apartment at the end of the month. We have no car. No money. And soon no home. And two kids! This is crazy! Our plan is to try and sell as much stuff as we can in the next week, put the rest in cheap storage and go to my mother's house in Austin, Texas. This morning it hit me. I won't even be a SAHM - stay at home mom. I'll be a SAMMHM - stay at my mom's home mom. A new low? A new beginning? A new blog.
(November 2007) Ain't it funny? Look at us. Same song, second verse? I was chatting with a co-worker today about how the kids are great! The marriage is good! The career...eh...well. She gave her theory that something has to be in the toilet. Everything can not be going well at all times. I've also started reading that book The Secret. So today, I am attempting to attract a good day. Come to Mama.
In comparison to where we were three years ago: Still married! Two cars. My mom, Lonah had done a major renovation on her home and is poised to turn her garage into an apartment. (Erik is poised to move in.) It's probably been 2 months since I've had sushi but only 4 days since I've had BBQ. We now have 4 pets. Oh and get this, we OWN our own home. Well I guess the bank owns it, and I have no idea how we will pay for it, but I am a tax paying title holder. Oh and I have a job. I am a WOHM with an annual salary with a few zeros behind it. Like I said, Come to Mama.