Saturday, December 6, 2014

The Dream Realized




Ever since we were kids and would go on family vacations, I have entertained thoughts of being Erma Bombeck. Well, not really being her, but being like her. I even shared in a small group situation years and years ago that the "secret dream" no one knew I was harboring was to be a writer like Erma Bombeck and make people laugh. (Why were we sharing secret dreams no one knew? Kind of took away the secret since now a whole room full of people knew my secret desire. But since I've never been a particularly good secret keeper nor particularly shy, I was probably the first one to offer up my dreams.) If you have never read one of Erma Bombeck's books stop reading this IMMEDIATELY and go read one. THEN COME BACK HERE! 

In about the fifth grade I started writing the family Christmas letter on behalf of my mom, dad, and two older brothers. (this was waaaaay before Facebook made Christmas letters obsolete), and people used to tell my parents how hilarious our family was. I don't think Mom took that as a compliment, and I know my middle brother, who so wishes he came from a family with a little more class, didn't, but I sure did. "Secret dream" planted. 


My mom would read aloud from Erma Bombeck books to help pass the never-ending time on our two week long family vacations (another blog post entirely - really, a whole book) and laugh until she had to make Dad stop the car so she wouldn't wet her pants. My brothers and I always laughed, too, not so much because we got the jokes about Tupperware parties or being the only one in the house who could find the toilet paper "hidden" under the bathroom sink, but mostly because Mom was hilarious, snorting and slapping her leg, laughing until her mascara was running down her cheeks. But many years later, when I read those same books as a wife and mother, I totally got what was so funny. 


This job is not for the weak or faint of heart. It requires so many different skills and talents, from producing a meal from a box of spaghetti noodles and a half empty jar of mayonnaise, to making four dozen cupcakes the night before they are needed, (“Like that Martha Stewart lady made on Food Network the other night? Remember, Mom?” Wrong Martha, Kid.) to doing 14 loads of laundry each week in a washer that only works if you yell at it. (I swear, when I yelled, "Stupid washer!" at the washing machine it suddenly started the spin cycle. Just ask my my four year old who learned the word "stupid" that day and now uses it to refer to almost everything. Excellent parenting that day.) Some days the only way to stay sane is to laugh. And Mrs. Bombeck was the queen. Even today I have never read anything that so accurately and hilariously depicts motherhood in suburban America. But back then, it was just funny to see my mom get so worked up. And why is she so concerned about wetting her pants? (I know that answer now, too.)


So, after much, much encouragement from my husband and years of talking about "someday, when I have time to write", and since anyone with a computer can put their thoughts out there these days, here begins my journey. The name "Savor the Crazy" came to me about six months ago, but I only shared it just recently with the girls. I had to explain what I mean by it, that although things can get really crazy in our house I want to make sure that I savor these years....before they're gone. I asked one if she thought it was kinda funny. She suggested it would be a lot funnier if it contained the word "poop" further illustrating how perfectly fitting is the title I've chosen. 


The main goal will be to entertain you and myself with the hilarities of our everyday lives and make you feel better about the hilarities of your own. If you have ever been amused by something I have said or posted, please follow my blog, SHARE IT, and share your own adventures with me in the comments. We are all in this together. Let's at least laugh about it.

Grace for today,

Martha

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    1. I hope you like it! Thanks for sharing it on your fb page. And I'm thrilled at the success you are having. You have worked so hard!!

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  2. SO EXCITED!!! Might just get me back into the world of reading blogs!!! Love you!

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  3. I ❤️ Erma Bombeck and I ❤️ you. Welcome to the blogosphere world. My favorite line was "Wrong Martha, kid." :)

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    1. Isn't erma the best???? I ❤️ you back! 🍺

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  4. Your mom is someone who has always cracked me up, too, Martha! Happy blogging. I look forward to reading your posts. xo

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    1. Mom makes me laugh almost daily. Not always intentionally! :) I love to ready your blog. Congratulations on your award nomination! It is well deserved.

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