Mommy's Martini -- think. write. laugh. love.: Do I Really Drink Martinis?

Yes.

But not very often. In fact, probably about twice a year.

That's why I need this blog, you see. Because there are times when a mommy thinks, "a martini might make this spinning moment of toddler protest scream-fest a bit more bearable. And yet, my nice glass might get smashed, and the only martini ingredients in my house are olives -- but the only martinis I like are chocolate. And I'm not desperate enough to try to concoct a chocolate martini with garlic stuffed green olives..."

And so I write instead.

Once I even wrote about martinis.

But generally, I write about whatever I'm thinking about, which might be my toddler learning to talk or my preschooler's love of pirates, or might be the crazy story I just learned about how my town actually used to be called Podunk, or might be the bald tatooed dad at my gym, or might be pretty much anything else that flits through my head on a given day.

You will find a very wide range of topics here at Mommy's Martini. What you will rarely find, though, is short. I'm not so good at writing short.

So, that's the blog. As for getting to know me, here's a really useful list of details:

Since reading a Parents magazine article that offered clever (read: derogatory) descriptions of personality characteristics linked to birth order, Husband has periodically referred to me as “Bossyboots.” I may on rare occasions be the slightest bit bossy. But only when I actually do know what’s best for you.

I sew, but I can’t knit. I can make patterns, but I can’t draw. Go figure.

I’m a pretty good cook. Husband and I cooked all the food for our own wedding. There were 110 guests.

I have a PhD in English literature, and my other job is as a professor.

I think geometry and algebra are vitally important for everyone, even English majors, to master. Otherwise, how will you know how to make a sleeve pattern or scale up a recipe to feed 110 people at a buffet?

I love snow -- walking in it for hours, skiing on it, snowshoeing, listening to the soft hush of it falling. I can smell it in the air even before a storm hits, and I get giddy with anticipation. I never think we get enough snow in the winter.

In my alternative visions of my life (not that this version isn't great, mind you), I am one of the following:

- an Olympic ice-skater
- an architect who never has to do boring technical drawings but gets to design amazing things all the time
- a fabulously successful actress who is taken seriously and looks really great in cranberry- colored silk charmeuse

In my 20s, my roommate re-named me MacGuyver because I am the person you want to be shipwrecked with if you only have a ship’s mast, some twine, and a box of hardtack. I once repaired a spray bottle of cleaner with a toothpick, KrazyGlue, and a paper clip. Truly. We had clean windows for months afterwards.

Since then, I almost never do windows.

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My wonderful sisters occasionally guest post here. There's MIQuilter, who has two cats, two dogs, and the most incredible talent at quilting you ever saw. Trust me, these are not your grandmother's quilts. And MultiplesMommy, who has an 8 year old and 4-year-old twins, and yet somehow retains a great sense of humor and a cleaner house than either of her older siblings. Go figure. You can read more about both of them here.

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