Guest Post: Groovy

You met one of my blogging BFF's on Friday. Today, Sara is back with her take on the word: Groove.

Please welcome back Sara of Unofficial Mom...

When I saw my word prompt, How Stella Got Her Groove Back was the first thing that came to mind. But I am certainly no Angela Bassett as much I might like to find said groove with Taye Diggs…hello handsome. 

Ahhh…Taye…I mean…what? Where was I?

Oh right, groove. Now there probably is some of that kind of groove I should be looking for, you know with a one year old and all, but that one year old is driving the groove around these parts lately. We groove to Yo Gabba Gabba and Phineas and Ferb. We groove to The Beatles and Jimmy Buffett. We groove to Oscar the Grouch and his odes to trash. 

But more than those awesome grooves, I am starting to find my own groove. My mama groove. I have always wanted to be a mother and spent much of my working life surrounded by children, but nothing can prepare you adequately. The actuality of having a child is so much more in every way than you can possibly imagine. 

I’m still trying to find my footing with the whole working full-time and finding enough balance with my little one, but I’m getting better at it. Well, better some days. I can’t lie, there are still days when I want to kick, and cry, and hide under the covers with my sweet baby. But I can’t, and so I get up and may still kick a little, but I get up nonetheless and go to work. Then I rush home as quickly as I can so I can get my groove on. 

BSOW: Unofficially

Today's Best Scoop of the Week is no stranger to this blog. She's a regular commentor, more than deserving of the esteemed ice cream this week. She's funny. Incredibly funny. She has such an incredible outlook on life. She is a new mom. She's simply fabulous. She's also a fellow Red Dress Club member.

It is my pleasure to introduce you to Sara, the Unofficial Mom...





I asked Sara:

If you were a part on a car, which part would you be, and why?

I read this question and immediately went to my husband. He was a mechanic/in the automotive industry for many years, and I knew he would have my answer. He offered:

• ·         The seat because I like holding butts,
• ·         The trunk because I have plenty of junk to put in it, and
• ·         The wheel because I really get around.

After I told him to shut it and he finished cracking himself up, he finally offered the radio. I thought about it a bit, and while I was tempted to go with one of his original options, the radio seemed right. I’m a little bit all over the place, I can be entertaining, I can share info, I can sing really terrible songs or make completely inane small talk. Not to mention the fact that I could probably use some after-market upgrades. 

Basically I’m a little bit of everything. I can make you laugh, cry, shake your head and your fist…I’m sometimes the best thing you’ve come across in a long time and sometimes the most infuriating. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe I am more like a trunk…I do have plenty of junk for it.

She's back on Monday with a fabulous Guest Post. One more week of my fabulous friends and then I will be back. The moving is going, and we are beginning to get settled in to our new home. I will have lots of stories for you when I return. Thanks for the awesome comments to my guests these past couple of weeks!!