Tammy Mommy
Tammy is a freelance-writing, baby-wearing, blogging, digi-scrapping, hubby-loving, theme-party throwing, quilting, Christ-seeking, coupon-clipping mommy of two boys! She blogs at http://www.tammymommy.blogspot.com/, and you can follow her on FB via her fan page, http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/TammyMommy-Madness/185504041496112.
Top posts:
- Why I Can't Fire My Babysitter! (37 votes)
- Raindrops and Daydreams (30 votes)
- Think Before You Meddle, Please! (29 votes)
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Latest Posts
I'm Learning How To Shovel Snow!
Yes, it's been in the 80s and 90s here in Wisconsin, too. But I'm not talking about real snow. Stick with me here, okay? Humor me: I'm tired, and I'm moving tomorrow. You read that correctly: I'm moving tomorrow. For the third time in just over a year...
The Taboo Topic
I've been trying for well over a month, now, to keep my fingers from gyrating all over my keyboard on this topic, but I simply cannot hold them back from their fated warpath any longer. And, truth be told, I'm glad to finally liberate them to tap away...
Why I Can't Fire My Babysitter!
Okay, so this whole working-from-home thing can be a bit of a challenge, at times; this morning was one of those times. The crazy thing is that I had a Babysitter to watch my two baby boys for a few hours while I wrote. No sweat, right? Think again!...
Can You Hear the Music, Now?
Wah! Crash-Ouch! Ahh-AHHH! OHM! Can you hear it? Hear what, you ask? The music, of course: The rhythms of my life. If not, that's okay. Yesterday, I couldn't hear it too well, either. What seemed like a chaotic cacophony to untrained (or unwilling...
Just Be There
I just heard from a friend who's waiting to find out what kind of cancer her husband has. One of the possibilities has a prognosis of 6 years, max. She's 23, and they've been married just over a year. Their baby is 9 months old. What do I say? (Or, rather...
My mind is just too wonky-wooed to let me write . . .
In Search of Light Vacation Reading
I really shouldn't be pausing from my work to write this post, only it will likely take me less time than it would to research about something I want to bring on my vacation, and a much-needed vacation it is! In some ways, though, it seems a little...
Think Before You Meddle, Please!
Okay, this isn't a dancing-words type post; it's more of an annoyed-to-angry mommy rant. So if you're not in the mood to read that kind of thing, feel free to skip over this. But if you're up for something somewhat avant-garde, read on. o "meddle," ...
Raindrops and Daydreams
I was once a girl. And a dreamer. My dad had literally felled trees to carve out space in the wooded area in which he built the house where I grew up (or didn't). Maybe that's why I love trees and wood and greens so much: They seem to call me home. Not...
Four Words I Thought I'd Never Hear
I've heard many phrases from my dad throughout the years. A 3-word phrase, "I love you," is something I heard often, growing up. It was said often in our home, and it came almost as naturally as did "hello" or "good bye." In fact, it was something of...