As usual, I'm late to the introduction party.
I blog over at Major Bedhead, where I agonize over things like cat shit and tantrums (mine and the babies'). I'm currently a SAHM but am trying to find a job. Something that will pay me a fabulous wage while letting me be as slothful as possible. Given that my skill sets are of the administrative assistant variety, I can't see this happening any time soon. Unless, of course, someone wants to pay me vast sums of money to blog about shit. That I can do.
I have four kids - A is 18 and knows everything. O is 12. Boo is two and a half, in the worst way, and the Bug is almost 10 months old. I married a Canadian, who is referred to as TCBIM (That Canadian Boy I Married). He's a good guy but he gets on my last nerve. Frequently.
I live even further west than Mrs. Chicky. I'm in the Pioneer Valley, living behind the Tofu Curtain. Crunchy central. I love it out here, although I've had to make a new set of friends since my friends from the eastern part of the state think that driving out here is a treacherous proposition, requiring provisions and protection from wild animals. Wimps.
I'm a die-hard liberal and a die-hard Red Sox fan. Everything else is negotiable and subject to change without notice.