A barnacle here and there

Had a whirlwind of a Christmas.

Some fun in the snow.

Sleigh rides.

Santa parties

Decorations

Cookies

And presents galore.

Now, I stand here in an ocean of discarded wrappings and bows, fighting a post-holiday bug.

I was just about to put my feet up when I heard a little voice…

“Mamma Talk….Mamma talk…..Mamma talk….”

Was that my blog calling to me?

Don’t leave me… Don’t leave me… Don't leave me...

So, I paid her a visit. It had been awhile.

Here she was, floating belly up, unattended, afloat on the bloggy seas. Barnacles were growing here and there and, at first glance, I thought there was little hope.

I immediately dove in and gave her a little resuscitation.

After a moment, she stood up on her shaky, spindly legs. She stretched and shook her head. Then, she wasted no time in chastising me for my neglect. She waggled her finger at me, hand on hip and eyes a glare.

She showed no mercy. Just would not let me up for air. She cursed my laziness and ripped into me venomously.

Yes. I know.

She’s a pistol.

But, the way I look at things, a blog's gotta have a little bite. So, in this case, I think I'll roll with the bloggy punches.

Give it your best shot, Mamma!





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Vintage Blogging

It’s not every day that somebody leaves a comment suggesting I update my blog.

“Don’t people usually at least upgrade their header every once in a while?” ~anonymous

Well, let me formally respond.

We roll with the old school here on Mamma Talk.

We happily present a vintage blog.

We are classic. Timeless. Retro.

Are the columns too skinny? Well, scroll down, the way we did it back in the day!

Wondering where the tabs are? Don’t got none. Easy!

And, we are in mint condition, mind you. ‘Still in the package’. That’s us.

To suggest Mamma talk is outdated…. that she’s rubbing elbows with the dinos…..and perhaps even hinting that we’re not with it?

Are we old-ish around the gills, are we?

Think we run an old fashioned gig?

Type type type type type type type type type type type typeCHING!
Type type type type type type type type type type type typeCHING!

Are you saying our technical
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That maybe we are a bit CLuelEss, even?

That the Mamma is not aging gracefully?

Well, I beg to differ.

We may not be a trendsetter. But, we rise above the trends.

‘Cuz we run a classy joint here.

And a classy broad always acts her age!