One thing you gotta love about Too Hot Mamas: When we say we’re lying, we mean it.
See the nifty section to the right that claims “Our Blog Schedule”? Carolyn and I decided to impose some actual order onto this blog when we realized we were getting more readers and also because we’ve been asked to turn our blog into a book proposal. So, hey, we ought to actually be blogging on a regular basis, right? It took us five weeks to decide on the schedule you see and two weeks to completely ignore it.
I mean, “Winning Wednesday: Enter our bi-weekly sweepstakes!”?? Come on. My husband is still waiting for his Christmas and anniversary gifts since 1998. (And now that I think of it, honey, so am I. What’s up with that?)
Let’s be honest here: Sam, you won the very first drawing. Have you received your free book yet? I thought not.
Rhonda, you scored a giftcard to Starbuck’s. Check’s in the mail, babe.
We mean well. Honest. But we are menopausal and can’t remember crap, and I think that is way more valid than the Twinkie Defense, I don’t care what anyone says.
I am suggesting that you stop wasting your time here and head on over to The Pioneer Woman blog. That Ree Drummond is amazing. Four kids, the blog, a TV show, she Tweets, and I’m guessing that whoever won the Le Creuset pot she gave away in her contest last week has actually received it. The woman not only cooks, she finds the time to photograph her dinner. With four kids! I have a husband and one child (and usually one or more of her ravenous friends) and if I paused to get my camera out, the dinner would look like road kill before I snapped the first shot.
Ree Drummond is a role model. But not for us Too Hot Mamas. No, not for us. If Pioneer Women is in peri-menopause (never mind the full meal deal) I’ll eat my red hat. She’s far too together and organized. She remembers what she was about to say. Her mood seems stable. She has great hair. Now that I think of it, after you visit her awesome, entertaining and cozy website, pop back here for a dose of reality. We’ll make you feel so much better about yourself. No, you may never receive anything you win, but at least then you’ll have a reason for those pesky mood swings. And, really, don’t you enjoy having a place where you can let your hair down…even if it is chin hair?
I thought so. We’ll see you here tomorrow then, for Food Friday, when we will discuss the removal of pet hair from furniture.