Guest post: Finding holiday ideas in all the wrong places.

This guest post comes from Holly who writes for Eat Breathe Blog. Here is an adorable photo of Holly and her husband…..

Q and A with Holly.

Elle: If the zombie apocalypse happened tomorrow, which weapon would you want to have to fight these brain eaters?

A. a flame thrower.

B. an unlimited supply of ninja throwing stars.

C. a chainsaw.

D. a shoelace because you’re bad ass.

E. other and what would it be?

F. none of the above, I want to be a damn zombie!

Holly: I’m going  with B… you had me at unlimited.

Elle: If you could be stuck in an elevator with anyone who would it be?

Holly: Jake Gylenhall, because frankly he’s dreamy.

Elle: Favorite guilty pleasure?

Holly: Real Housewives of wherever… it’s like a train wreck, I can’t look away.

Elle: If you could send any celebrity/reality star into space so you’d never have to hear about them again, who would it be?

Holly: Kim Kardashian, I don’t want my kids to think her life is normal!

Elle: What’s one of your favorite books?

Holly: East of Eden, I’m a sucker for Steinbeck!

Elle: What song(s) makes you want to dance around your house and/or brings you back to your teen years?

Holly: “I’m Just a Girl” No Doubt…

Elle: A favorite non-mommy activity?

Holly: Does wine count?


Finding holiday ideas in all the wrong places.

by – Holly

Despite being married to him for eight years, I never seem to know what to get my husband for his birthday or Christmas. Some gifts have ended up strewn about the house – at least one of them still in its original package! – making it clear that I need to take a course in gift giving… or sit my dear husband down with a catalog and a highlighter.

Over the years, my husband and I have watched our lives change from a dating couple with separate residences to being parents maintaining a household brimming with children, pets, and, unfortunately, clutter. In the process of growing our family, we’ve accumulated a great deal of stuff, not all of it useful to our daily lives.

Some of it has made its way to the garage, which makes it easier to breathe inside but also keeps one of our cars in the driveway at all times. There’s simply no room for an array of power tools, holiday decorations, and a minivan… though I would rather not discuss the ‘minivan’ at all.

My husband and I enjoy watching home improvement shows, especially those that give viewers an idea about how to manage clutter and de-stress. I’ll say it, I’m addicted to Hoarders and we all know the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.

We just needed to implement some of those steps instead of opening our garage door, sighing, and vowing to try again another day when there was more time, our schedule was freer, or we had the money to rent a dumpster. Yes, some days I feel like it is THAT bad.

After more time than I’m willing to admit, I had the idea to combine gift giving with getting organized, much to my husband’s chagrin. Perhaps, I reasoned, a gift like sturdy – and empty – tool boxes might provide my husband with the incentive to pull all his tools together instead of having them litter every surface in the garage.

One word: Success!

Maybe the clutter had been bugging my husband more than he let on, or perhaps I finally found something that wouldn’t just become another dusty surface in his man cave.

Whatever the reason, the tool boxes were a big hit. We’ve purchased a few more – he has a lot of tools – as well as other organizational tubs that have helped us reduce the mess in the garage to something that can be maintained on the weekend.

My darling spouse even leveraged our newfound trash-or-treasure hobby into the purchase of a shelving system that finally got all the cans of paint and seemingly useless bottles of motor oil off the garage floor. He’s elated and I deserve a present for decoding the gift-giving mystery. In fact, I’m pretty sure my next birthday gift will be the ability to park indoors for once.


Holly Watson is a SAHM who enjoys writing and blogging for Sears and other reputable brands she enjoys. She loves baking, is an avid yogi, and enjoys jogging in her free time.

~ If you would like to write a guest post, whether you have a blog or not, then drop me an email at elle dot mommyhood at gmail dot com.

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My little girl has some bad ass skills.

A jumping hummingbird in flight.

*Photo taken by my hubs earlier today.

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Total Recall Weekend: Dear disposable razor people…you suck!

This used to be called Total Recall Sunday but I decided to change it up so it’s all weekend. It’s basically a way to “recycle” a post that you wrote (which comes in handy if you are having writer’s block….*raises hand*), whether it was a year ago or last week and to link it up.


Dear disposable razor people…you suck!

November 29, 2010

One of the more recent incidents I’ve had with you was after I gave birth. I hadn’t shaved in weeks and thought I would do it the day of my ob/gyn appointment but was running late as usual.

It’s a pain in the ass to shave when you have a basketball sized stomach and can’t even reach your legs. At my appointment the Dr. told me I was having my little girl that day and so during labor, everyone who came by to stick their hands up my vagina also got to see my legs that rivaled Sasquatch.

My husband was able to hunt down a disposable razor a day later since I was tired of having my leg hair blowing in the breeze. You seemed innocent enough although I have no idea why. Two razor blades stuck in a plastic stick seems far from innocent especially when taken to your legs.

I thought I finally learned my lesson on using you when not only did I have to deal with the blood coming out of my pikachu that required pads the size of diapers and sexy mesh panties, I also had blood dripping from the cuts on my legs. I have really sensitive skin so it doesn’t help matters.

But alas, I still didn’t learn. It’s like when I know not to cut my bangs after all of these years. I still do it thinking I won’t screw them up this time and then proceed to butcher them.

So for the Thanksgiving holiday I decided to be a dumbass and pick up a disposable razor. For some reason I think spending a couple of dollars on a razor that I can throw away and don’t even have to bother unpacking is more convenient than taking my 12 dollar razor that will leave me with most of the skin on my legs. Like I said, I’m a dumbass.

To my credit or to my dumbassy-ness, I had recently seen a disposable razor commercial and they didn’t seem so bad since the women in the commercial were smiling, not screaming and cussing in the shower while the skin on their legs were being ripped off. They also left out the bloodbath that ensues. Damn advertising.

Or should I say bloodshower? *snort* Yes, I think that’s funny because if you haven’t heard me bitch and whine about it, I’m really sick and chugging nighttime cold medicine. I also have an awesome, raspy voice from my brutal sore throat and because I’m coughing so much. Being sick also makes me more spacey than usual and has me going off of a subject entirely. Where was I?

So while traveling for the holiday I made the mistake of taking along a disposable razor. I made sure to use extra shaving cream thinking that would cut heh down on my leg carnage. Did I mention that I’m a blonde?

The extra shaving cream that made the shower look like a winter wonderland didn’t do shit so my legs were ripped to shreds. I said fuck a lot more than usual throughout the day from the pain of cuts and razor burn because that is supposed to be healing and make up for the lack of skin on my legs and armpits. It’s a scientific fact.

I told my husband to never, ever let me use you again, like that’s going to stop me. By the way, my bangs are looking a little long.



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I think every music video director in the 80’s was dropping acid.

Starting Friday through Saturday my site might be down because I’ll be getting plugged. Okay, I won’t be getting plugged but my website will be. It’s getting some things added on so when I start back up with Total Recall Sunday then I’ll be able to use a linky thingamajig and actually have the links on the front page.

I’m not a tech head at all and can’t even remember my password at times to get into my blog so obviously someone else will be adding several computer thingy’s for me.

While I’m anxiously waiting to be plugged and linky’d ooh la la, here are just a few (out of thousands) of my fav 80’s music videos and like the title says, the video directors we’re allegedly on acid because holy hell, the videos concepts were pretty out there. The clothes, make-up, and hair were also pretty insane….but the songs kick ass. They should have added some of those Cosby Show sweaters and the insanity would be complete.



When I was really young, I would get the step stool out of the kitchen and put it in the living room, turn on Queen, get on the step stool, and sing their music at the top of my lungs. Wait, I still do that.


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The little hummingbird and I are still sick with some horrible zombie virus…braaaaiinns…and Peeny has been, ahem, hard at work getting pictures taken but while he’s doing that, here are some things to laugh about.






The perfect stocking *stuffer* for the man in your life.


* All photos from Pinterest.

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A Nervous Tic Motion.

**Beep, beep, ranty post.

For anyone who has been reading my blog for awhile, you know that in September I wanted to start a group blog which became known as Motherhood Uncovered. Let’s just say shit happens. Yep, I’ll leave it at that.

Then I got connected with the. most. awesomest tech guy and web designer JP. He is really incredible and I will link him soon (if you want then email me and I’ll give you his info that way) when the new site gets in order because if you’ve ever thought about self-hosting, he’s your man. I actually wanted him for this blog because I wanted to spruce it up but then shit happened so he took on the group site.

I decided on a new name for the site, A Nervous Tic Motion, because I wanted something more neutral. Also, when I was younger and would do something that annoyed my mom, she would fake a nervous tic with her head. That’s how I feel plenty of times with the hummingbird. I love her to death but she’s 2 and well, she’s 2.

As I type this she’s supposed to be taking her nap but instead I hear this loud thump, thump, thump above my head. It sounds like a bull is charging through her room.

The other reason for the name is I absolutely freaking love Andrew Bird and he does a song called A Nervous Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left. The man is brilliant.

Anyway, JP spent so much time working on the new site (he’s not finished yet) for me and the other writers and he redirected MU so it would go to the new site but someone messed with it after all of his hard work and now it won’t redirect. Thank you person that shall remain nameless. That was very nice of you.

I don’t mean to be bitchy but damn, that is really low. And to think this person is off starting their own group website.

The bright side is we have a new domain name (thank gawd because the website might have been completely ruined if the name and domain wasn’t changed) that this person hopefully won’t be able to screw with and we still have several of the writers who as you can imagine are just as thrilled with this person. NOT!

So, there are amazing writers for A Nervous Tic Motion and it will get better. It can’t get any worse….of course that’s what I’ve been saying for weeks. heh.

I want to thank all of the wonderful writers and I will name everyone soon, once this high school B.S. chills out.

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The most awesome Christmas decoration is back!

So, I had another post planned for today but my daughter is really sick and I haven’t gotten any sleep. Awesome, I know.

It really bugs the hell out of me when stores start putting up holiday decorations way before their time but I couldn’t pass up introducing you to a Christmas decoration I got from my mom.

Long story short, my mom has had a Christmas decoration for years that I’ve had my eye on.

It’s the kind of thing that made me tell her she had to leave it for me in her will. When my younger sister got older, she also realized just how awesome it was and wanted it.

I was afraid it would go to her but alas, my mom told me last year that she’s sending it to me in time for Christmas.

My hubby and I had to keep it on the kitchen counter last year because there wasn’t really anywhere else we could put him (yes, it’s a him, no doubt about it) and our daughter would try to get to him but she has to wait years before she’s allowed to get her hands on it. Maybe when she’s 40.

You will probably see him in random shots in the next several weeks because of the awesomeness.

As my little girl has been saying, ready, set, go!………….

I will call him Peeny.

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