About

The "unforgiving minute" references Rudyard Kipling's poem, "If." We were made to memorize and recite it in fifth grade. I was 30 when I realized how much those words resonated for me.

"If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run; Yours is the Earth and everything in it; And what's more, you'll be a man, my son! Mommy, hon!" [sic]

(Yes. I just bastardized the world famous "If". Sorry, Mr. Kipling. I'm a copywriter and a cheesy one at that!)

A mom who "ain't got time for that" needs a good set of curlers. They make multi tasking a breeze!

Anyway, more about me. I'm a copywriter and web geek. I spent 7 years in corporate advertising, and 14 more helping small business owners fill their blogs and websites with content, glorious content. When it comes to website marketing, I have been there and done that.

I toyed around with the idea of having a "mommy blog" for a while before figuring out what I wanted to do. I am not really an emotional-sharing type. I don't think I'll be the blogging social butterfly, either! So I guess this blog is meant to be some kind of inspiration for work-at-home moms like me to get more done in less time.

I will be blogging about topics that I hold near and dear, such as Knitting, Gardening, Kiddie Crafts, Natural Remedies, DIY, Cooking, Nature, and basically anything interesting that strikes my fancy. Expect to read a lot of Mommy Survival Tips here as I live, learn and love the modern mom way.

How about it, Mom, are you ready to kick life's ass with me? 

Here's "If" by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!