Well hello there blogosphere. How funny to see you from this angle. Usually I am ambling through your twisted alleyways from the comfort of my desk at work--but that's all about to change.
I'm looking to hit all the lady-blogger-tropes in one fell swoop, so I give you: The MomBlog-AdoptiveParentBlog-FashionBlog-PopCultureBlog-with occasional emo whinings.
You're psyched aren't you? Also: I'm bringing back "psyched".
So yeah. I'm Nora. I have two kids and we're in the final steps of the process to adopt our third child. I am leaving my full-time job at the end of this week in order to focus on my family for a bit. I have mixed feelings about this change and I'm pretty sure the potential for me to screw this up BIG TIME is ginromous. Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha? Ha. Ha. Ha. Sob....sob...sob...
Enough typing--let's talk about shoes or something.
*Re: The title of this post. Sometimes I forget that most grown-ups call each other by their real names. "Spicy" is in fact the roller derby persona of a dear friend of mine. We play the roller derby together and so it is hard for me to look at her and think "Heather" because she is so obviously "Spicy". Got it?