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I started writing some thoughts and posting pictures of my children for friends and family last September. It was a time in my life that I was going though some new challenges and it helped put things into perspective but mainly it offered a diversion. It reminded me how much I need to have a creative outlet. I felt excited and rejuvenated. My words were brief paragraphs skimming over the surface of topics such as Canadian politics (yawn), the Olympics, carrots and of course our girls.

In February, my real life friend Jennifer, who has an amazing food blog and will soon have a sweet baby, wrote about BlogHer. From there I found myself discovering mommy blogs. I was so lucky that the very first one that I stumbled upon was Mrs. Chicky's. She is my Dooce. I was completely hooked and so began my lurking phase. Her brave words inspired me to try this on for size. I had some aversion to journaling online but as long as I called it blogging, I was ok with it. I know... crazy rationalizing! Mrs. Chicky's brilliant words made me aspire to be able to write more comprehensively and I hoped that occasionally my sense of humor would sparkle. At least I was now able to comment on the heartwarming and hilarious stories that are plentiful in cyberspace.

It didn't take me long to discover the incredible women you will find on my Visiting list. Each and every one of them is cool in their own right. They all share the fact that they are exceptionally gifted writers. Their stories often make me laugh out loud and occasionally they move me to tears. They share their lives and I've begun to think of them as my Snuffleupagus friends. I can't seem to have a conversation without bringing one of their stories up. Thank goodness, Colin shares a lot of my daily reading and he knows the cast of characters.

I was walking by the Grassroots store, which is the home of WonderBaby’s infamous Mutha Sucka T-Shirt, and of course my thoughts immediately went to Her Bad Mother and her quest to have MC Hammer comment on her blog. When Colin got home from work the other day I had to share the story about Kristen's daughter's hairy leg. Of course, we also discussed Izzy's new product sample. We giggled about Rhonda's famous family member. I have to point out that Colin didn't giggle like a schoolgirl, it was much more of a manly man giggle.

Then there are the likeminded Portland mama's that make me think it would be magnificent to move to the good 'ole US of A. This is a thought that I had never before entertained, especially with your current administration.

There are some amazing women that always seem to make me feel fantastic. Marcie, Pattie and Sandra; I cherish your support and always find myself eagerly awaiting your next post.

Being a mother means that there are not enough hours in the day. Being a mom that blogs means that somehow you will make it through all twenty-four of them.

Happy Mother's Day!