I am sitting on my couch in ripped sweat pants, enjoying a day of ugh-what’s-the-point-of-anything-anymore before the statute of limitations on ennui runs out. I’m sad to say that my time writing at MamaPop has come to an end, as MamaPop itself has come to an end – for completely understandable reasons on part of the owners, but it sucks nonetheless. I loved writing there, and the pay helped keep us both in delicious snack foods and dental care (which sort of work together, don’t they?) Ahh; sweet, sweet symbiosis.
I’ve had people seek me out here and on email from MamaPop, wondering where else I can be found. I hope it’s because they like my style and not that I owe them a kidney or my first-born after a dumpster-adjacent game of Crazy Eights gone horribly awry. If that’s the case, I was never here. If it’s the former, you’ve come to the right place. I’m also on Twitter. Or Facebook. Or my professional writing site. Or come over to my house and we can sit around in cozy track pants and watch M*A*S*H reruns, eating deli ham straight from the bag while we lust after Hawkeye Pierce until the kids come home. Then everything is roses and sunshine and you gotta go, okay?
I am also entering week 783 of what is either a.) a sinus infection; or b.) some sort of terrible head/face/nose/ear/teeth/jaw disease. According to Google my symptoms indicate that I will probably be dead by noon today, so if you’ve got any quick sure-fire remedies allowing me to be pain-free enough to be halfway nice to people, thatdbegreatkthnxbai. Bring ‘em on in the comments. (Except don’t suggest a neti-pot; “intense drowning sensation” ranks even lower than “throbbing molar pain” on the Jeni Scale Of Cool Stuff to Try.)
But things aren’t all bad. I’m writing a new parenting blog at YummyMummyClub.ca called Panic Button Years. It’s about teenagers and their care and keeping, so please come see me there if you are a fellow sufferer. Let me know if there any topics you’d like to see specifically covered, as I will be posting at least once a week and while I think we could all relate to a post filled entirely with “ARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I’m fairly certain the editors would like a little more content. I also have some print work projects lined up, so we’re not going to starve – not yet anyway. And I have half a grocery bag of Smarties left over from Halloween and they are a pretty versatile candy for use in soups and stews and whatnot.
Oh! The bell just rang on my self-pity timer, so I’m off.