Genre: Satire, Humor & Parody
About Jane CravenLocation: Corvallis, Oregon ~ Go Beavers~ Home Region: Age:26 Website: http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/janey_carle/ Favorite writers: Margaret Atwood, Shakespeare, JRR Tolkien, JK Rowling. Favorite music: Norah Jones, TLOTR sound track, Non-noveling interests: Rock climbing, reading, drawing, and Virtual-Hogwarts.org |
Joined: October 20, 2004 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 3 NaNoWriMo buddies: 9
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Synopsis: The Mommy Blogs: True life tales of things so amazing we might as well say they’re made up.
In a world that has been inundated with Mommy Blogs, I've decided to(good naturedly) parody them, in a book that mirrors something akin to "the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society" (e.g. letters and blog posts)/
(letters, and blog posts in my book are entirely fictional and do not relect any real life persons.... so please don't take offense. Or do... I don't really care).
Excerpt: The Mommy Blogs: True life tales of things so amazing we might as well say they’re made up.
Of course, Jax Jax just said the cutest thing when we pulled into the parking lot, because my kids don’t even really know what McDonalds is. He asked me if we were going to, “Old MacDonld’s Farm” for a treat, and I just about died laughing. Isn’t that just the cutest?!? Well, we all really went wild and bought two large fries to split. I guess the kids aren’t used to having that much processed food because about a half an hour into playing on their indoor jungle gym, Jax Jax decides he needs to go to the bathroom and he needs to do it right now. See, the only problem was that he happened to be in the middle of those little mesh tubes when he decided this. Oh yeah, that’s right my friends, he dropped his pants right then and there, and started to tinkle. And when I say tinkle, I actually mean peed like a race horse. Really, what was I supposed to do? All I could do it seemed, was stand there, with the baby in my arms, horror stricken as his pee fell to the floor like a yellow shower of doom. Have you ever tried to explain to a sixteen year old fast food worker that they need to bring out a mop because your son just unloaded himself in their play land? Nope; its fun you, should try it sometime.
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