Life in the Blender

Golf Enthusiast

My ex is an avid golfer and has been waiting for the right time to introduce Justin to a real game of golf, not just flailing around at the driving range. After Wayne took the kids out to a new course the other day and a great time was had by all, my ex jumped on the band wagon and and booked a tee time for a father & son day on the links.
Of course, this involves a set of new clubs for the boy ’cause that’s what my ex does, he’s gotta kick it up a notch.
So while his Dad is excited about the big day and the two banter back and forth in guy talk, Justin is half talking to me on the phone telling me all about his new clubs and half talking about his day golfing.  
Justin: and Dad you should see me drive.
Andy: (excitedly) Yeah buddy! I can’t wait, I heard you were really great the other day!
Justin: I was. I couldn’t believe it. I was a natural Dad.
Andy: Well, don’t forget your Dad was really good at your age too so you’ll probably take after me.
Justin: Yep. And I loved it. I felt so grown up and like a real adult. And I was excellent and didn’t make any mistakes, or dents.
Andy: You didn’t make any dents? That’s great pal, Daddy makes a lot of dents but I always fix them
Justin: I love driving Dad!
Andy: Well if you really love it, we’ll go more often.
Justin: I’m so good at driving Dad, I will want to go all the time
Andy: Well you gotta work on your form, your driving and your putting. I can show you some tricks. I’m so glad you love golf, pal.
Justin: (a little less enthusiastic now) well yeah I like golfing Dad but I Love driving! 

This is where we realize that Justin is not talking about driving the golf club. It’s the golf cart.

How adorable. This is my boy.

Here’s a story of a lovely lady. Wait, wait, wait, I think that’s been done before.

Alright, I’ll cut to the m&p (meat and potatoes). We are Carrie & Wayne Maxwell. We met. Period. We just met ok.

Geesh, first obstacle to blogging. Ok, I told some people one thing and some people another thing, I mostly told the truth. We kinda met on line on a popular dating service (I know) and we kinda met on a ski hill, and we kinda met through a friend. I think that’s basically how we met. Does it matter?

Anyways, once we met, we lunched, he fidgted, I had to excuse myself for the Ladies Room about 26 times (no idea why), he filled my tires with air, we dined again (later that night), we fell in love, we took it slow, he moved in 6 months later (still can’t believe I did that), and after much deep thought and a few stiff drinks, we said ‘what the hell’ and got married last August, joining the whole fam damily in Happily Ever After. Not really but the real story is way to mushy and personal to write here. I will say, it was an extremely romantic proposal (which shocked the hell out of me because he still hasn’t finished that book “1001 Ways to be Romantic”), it was a small but fairy tale wedding (IMHO).    

Of course lots happened in between then and now. This blog is about just that. 

With four adorable, smart and goofy kids, Alexandra (13-mine) Joshua (11-his) Justin (10-mine) and Meagan (8-his), a budgie who is bloody well going to learn to talk, very busy kid schedules, hectic careers, and a burning desire to do things right this time, we know we are blessed and try to be thankful for every new day. But blended families are hard work and sometimes running off to be a gypsy seems so appealing.

For now, I am the writer behind the blog (me, Carrie) but one of my goals is to get my husband to put his funny-as-hell- self to print.  

Anyways, this is us and perhaps you’ll find a little of yourself here. That would really be cool because then I would have proof (by your comments in black and white) that I am not the only wife, Mom and Step-Mom who sometimes wants to shave her head, abandon her possessions, leave a well written and loving note with thorough instructions-for-life, and become a monkette (or whatever you call the female version of a monk) in Tibet or any other far away land, but it must be far and exotic, I at least deserve exotic.

What I mean to say is, I love my husband and my family, but I really think sometimes they are trying to get rid of me and are plotting to make me loose my mind.

Is this normal?

This blog may be enjoyed by those thinking of blending a family (For the Love of Pete, what are you thinking?) if you are a parent, spouse or ex-spouse (listen up you), a “Step” of any kind, or anyone supporting a Family in the Blender in any way (these people need your love and support and may need you to babysit from time to time so be generous with your time).

I hope we offer you some insight (that yours is not the only crazy family), food for thought, support, community and a few laughs along the way.

For now, your feedback is appreciated

In-tim-idating

I think I’ve gone cross-eyed. What a waste of a weekend.

In typical Carrie fashion, I got another hair-brained idea this weekend, had an aha moment, whatever. I decided I was going to start a blog all about our blended family. What? Ask the husband and kids if they’ll mind, me? Oh they’ll be fine with it. They’re creative peoples too.

I don’t want any other blog, I want a professional looking blog like the “ProBlogger” guy recommends. So I decide it’s best to do some research. Well I researched, and researched and read, and read some more, I must have visited 500 websites, got all sorts of great ideas (that I didn’t write down and will never remember but was thoroughly entertained) I researched blogging to the point of tripping my bitch switch. Hence the title – intimidating. Who knew blogging was SOOOOO technically difficult?

This research equalled a fair amount of my time.  Ok it was a tad consuming. Well, I jumped in the hot tub with the kids tonight but other than that, I don’t think I actually showered all weekend. I’ve got that look that says “I’m a mother to a newborn and haven’t showered in days or slept in weeks”. Eww. Oh jeesh, let’s make something clear right now, I’m not a mother to a newborn (although I did have a severe baby itch last month and almost talked Wayne into getting a reversal). That reference to a newborn was a figure of speach to illustrate how grungy I was.

Back to my point….. All of this is the name of creating a blog about our blended family, the M & M’s (Maxwell Montgomery’s).

So now I’m friggin exhausted and have absolutely nothing to say except “Someone carry me to bed,  where is my husband when I need him?  and why do I get myself into these things”.

 This might just turn into an I Love Lucy blog. For those of you who know me, you’re grinning because you know exactly what I mean and for those of you who don’t know me (yet), you’ve been warned. My Life does, always has and probably always will, unfold like an “I Love Lucy” episode.  For real.

ok. must.sleep.now 

p.s. – Now where this post will actually end up when I press publish? I have no idea. Now I won’t be able to sleep because I will be worried that this post went into a blogging black hole and that I won’t even be able to find this blog in the morning. Haysoos!