A new adventure at Mommy’s Misadventures

Hello friends -

I’ve started upon a new adventure appropriately deemed Mommy’s Misadventures. After blogging at ottmama.com for a couple of years, I went through an identity crisis of sorts (not Canadian. Pretty sure I’m not an ottoman either, but still confirming as the jury seems out on that one! Here rest your feet upon my…oh never mind.) and I’m in the process of moving all the goodness of ottmama.com to a new home at Mommy’s Misadventures! (looks familiar doesn’t it?)

Things might be clunky for a bit as I work through shifting sites and social media (holy crap there’s gotta be an easier way to do this!) so bare/bear/beer with me. (I take any and all hints from others that have made a similar change. Ready? Go! Comments are available below. Make some!)

As for content…still me. Still chatting up the madness that is motherhood and my crazy ways. Gonna make you laugh, might piss you off, may make you shake your head saying “HELL YES! WHAT SHE SAID!!” or “OH NO SHE DIDN’T!” Pretty sure, OH YES I DID! (What’s with all the caps? Super annoying. Please stop.)

So bookmark Mommy’s Misadventures, sign up for emails of my posts (I know, how very 2005 of me), wait for me to send you to my facebook page and follow me on twitter (HOLD ON, LET ME TRANSFER MY ACCOUNTS! I GOTS GOOD STUFF OUT THERE!!). Cause really, what the hell else are you going to do with your time.  Dishes can wait. Laundry does it’s self.  And all is right in the world.

Much Love,

Julie Ott

A Mom with a ton of Misadventures now found at Mommy’s Misadventures

P.S. – I’m now blogging at Mommy’s Misadventures

You got that?  New site Mommy’s Misadventures

Awww, nevermind.  See ya on the flipside, aka Mommy’s Misadventures.  Peace out!


Somehow, in the blink of an eye, you’ve turned 7. My baby girl. My peanut. Now an independent, confident and silly girl with a mind of her own. You’ve become

a girl with a penchant for lip gloss, jewelry, art supplies and beating up on her brother!

a girl that challenges me in ways I didn’t know was possible.

a girl that makes me giggle.

a girl I love to snuggle.

a girl that forces me to bake.

a girl I love in ways I didn’t know was possible.

Happy Birthday, Peanut!  Welcome to 7. I hope you rock this year as you’ve done every year since 2006.

hi. remember me?

No, it’s not lost on my that I write a terrific post about meeting The Bloggess, finding inspiration to write and then fall silent on this here blog.  I’d like to tell you I’ve been off writing my novel, but that, my friends, would be a lie.  At best, I’ve written a children’s book. About a little girl. And a unicorn.  IF putting some notes on my iphone “counts” as writing.

So in an attempt to justify my lack of writing to myself to you, let me illustrate all the ways I’ve been horribly busy:

  • Watching my boyfriend Adam on The Voice. You do know this is back on, right? Battle rounds, c’mon!
  • Watching the at least 72 Real Housewives Reunions aired during the past 4 weeks. Those shows don’t watch themselves, people!
  • Roadtripping for Spring Break. 12 hours in the car each way. How could I have possibly found time to write in between setting up movies, delivering fruit snacks and stabbing Capri Suns? Seriously.
  • Laying on the beach during said Spring Break. Again, #busy. Sand needed sat on.
  • Watching my boyfriend Adam on The Voice. (Seriously, this is taking up a lot of my time.  And it’s all “healthy” and I know you’re doing it too!)
  • Facetiming my sister in Germany. Gotta keep that relationship solid.
  • Getting nailed with strep throat (who gets that at 40?? WTF), feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck and whining about it on facebook.

So as you can see, I’ve been swamped.  No time to focus on writing. Busy. Very, very busy.

finding my voice with the help of The Bloggess

When I started this blog a couple of years ago, my idea was to keep the far-away family updated on the stories of this crazy ass family “I’m in charge of” AND get some of it written down so I would remember all the madness later. Like weeks later, not just years later.

As I learned more and explored this whole blogging, social media, web internet thingy I stumbled across some super funny people I had never heard of before. One of them was The Bloggess. Something “they” (aka the writing experts) talk about is finding your voice. I felt pretty sure of my voice, but I wasn’t confident with my voice. There’s a big difference between the two. But then I stumbled upon The Bloggess, aka Jenny Lawson.

Initial impression – GET THE HELL OUTTA MY HEAD! While our story isn’t the same, she tells stories just like me…here, here, over there, back to here, now there, and here. Someone with “my voice” was telling her stories and people were responding. I can write. I should write. And keep writing the funny crap while finding confidence with my voice.

And then she wrote a book. HOLY BALLS. Hundreds of pages of her words. Stories told here, here, over there, back to here, now there and here. All in one, big book!

thebloggess book

If you haven’t read it yet, you’re missing out on some serious humor. And possible peeing of your pants. My husband read it on our way to Mexico for our anniversary and I’m pretty sure he was shaking the plane with his strong laughter with tears streaming down his face.  A friend of mine woke her husband up as she shook the bed laughing. He woke up asking “what are you doing over there? HINT HINT” I don’t think he got the answer he wanted. She was only innocently laying there, laughing.

And then last night happened.  She came to visit ME! Okay fine, she was at a bookstore nearby and a couple of us went. It was happening – I was meeting someone I deeply admire in person. Those things don’t happen very often, and I was thrilled. And of course, I had to bring Friedrich. She’s got her collection of taxidermy animals, so why wouldn’t I bring my stuffed German unicorn. BOOONNNNDINGGG!

I love everything about this pic. Except my buck teeth. Or lack of lower lip. #perspective

I love everything about this pic. Except my buck teeth. Or lack of lower lip. #perspective

And bonding we did. She loved it. I loved it.  Photos happened and we spoke of his need of rainbow suspenders AT THE VERY SAME TIME! Jinx. You owe me a Coke. OR you can tell me we are sisters and whatever, “that’s cool!” I made The Bloggess laugh.  Jenny Lawson laughed. At me. With me.  See I am funny. Funnnnnn-eeeee. (I’m probably writing this to tell myself, but you can keep telling me. Maybe I’ll just call Jenny and we’ll talk about dead cuban alligators, stuffed German unicorns & rainbow suspenders.)

I also made a “charitable donation” and purchased this poster at auction. It’s a signed piece of art that will stare at me day & night and remind me to write. Remind me that I’m funny. The Bloggess wrote that “I rock” in knowing me all of 30 seconds. HELLLLLO, first impressions.

writing inspiration new home

She also told me it took her 12 years to write her story. I wonder if I can do mine in 11? I will stare at my poster and try.

For those of you that haven’t experienced The Bloggess yet, here are a couple more links to some of my favorites. Read those, then go get lost in her site. Oh, and go buy her book! NOW! You can thank me later.

And that’s why you should learn to pick your battles.

Follow your dreams. Unless they’re dreams about making out with yourself. Those are weird. You probably need therapy.



Dang it Will, you’re growing fast, my lil man. I know there’s nothing really little about you anymore. Your hands are now bigger than mine. Your feet bigger than mine. I can still claim to be taller, but I have zero confidence I’ll be able to say the same thing next year. And sometimes when we cuddle, I’m not sure if I’m cuddling you or you’re cuddling me. Seems you’re the bigger one these days, and I find all of that amazingly crazy!

You were my first born. My lil man! We’ve recently joked about you only being around the house another 9 years until you’re “all grown up and on your way outta the house.” We laugh and then I tell you to stop saying that as my eyes well up with tears. You laugh. I laugh. But inside, OUCH. Only 9 more years??!  These past 9 years have been a blink; I can’t imagine you on your way out in only 9 more.

So on this special day, I tell you that I love you. Just as I tell you every day. I had NO idea what being a Mom would be like and how I would feel. No one can tell you. You have to experience it to know.

I know that I love you with all my heart. I know that you changed my life in the most amazing ways. I know that you are an incredible kid with a huge heart. I know, at 9, you’re entering a new stage, there’s girls, there’s “feelings,” there’s friendships changing, there’s the basic stuff of growing up that’s gonna come your way. I know I have no idea what’s coming. I know you’re going to try some stupid things, and I know you’re going to do some amazing things.

And I know I’m thrilled to be along for the ride. As your Mom. Much, much love to you lil man!

Happy Birthday! Love, Mom

all about balls

This morning we had an “incident” of a ball knocking over a drink after breakfast. Which led to the following conversation:

ME: “You can NO LONGER play with your balls IN this house!”

Will: “I wasn’t playing with my balls!”

ME: “You were playing with your balls and now everything is all wet. Help me clean up this mess. RIGHT. NOW!”

Later. At the bus stop, after he walked over with a huge pout on his face, I said: “I don’t want you going to school mad. I love you very much. You just can’t play with your balls in this house any more.”

Will: “But what about Hannah?”

Hannah: “I don’t even have any balls!”

And that, my friends, is how I sent my kids off to school this morning…