Your prayers have been answered.
Through almost no action on my own – other than a ‘sure, I guess’ reply to an email begging me in the most pandering and embarrassing possible way to join – a blog has been established for a small band of folks to discuss kids, parenting, family life and whatever else is annoying us that particular day. Don’t worry, I plan to take on Honey Boo Boo and people who say “I had to get up at the BUTT CRACK of dawn” in landmark posts.* Ian, Razz, Amy and Niki will probably spew out some drivel as well.
The best part of this new blog is that, since it is a group effort, I won’t have to write as much to keep it going. Considering how much I’ve been posting lately, this should be right up my alley. This affords me maximum laziness with none of the feelings of guilt. Plus, you may not get as many soccer anecdotes over here as you are used to. I can dump them over there and not feel off topic at all.
The site is called Bottle Fed Parents and I think you are all clever enough to get this hilarious joke right there in the title.
If you don’t like kids or don’t have kids or don’t want the ones you’ve got, don’t be afraid to come on over. I have a feeling we’ll be specializing in the downside of parenting…the side that can only be cured with a stiff drink sipped through tears of shame and regret. If you’ve ever looked at an innocent, cherubic, screaming-until-the-snot-drips-into-their-mouth child and thought ‘what the fuck is that kid’s problem?’ then you should be a good match for the new blog.
Please to join us? Head on over NOW and leave us a comment. Bookmark us. Favorite us. Add us to a Reader. Twitter us. Facebook us. MySpace us. Fax us. Ham radio us. Latin us. Sanskrit us. Whatever.
If you don’t like the banner, blame Ian.
* Using the phrase “butt crack of dawn” is one of my personal redneck identifiers.
P.S. I will still be posting here. This is “in addition to” rather than “in place of”.