Progress Since Our Last Session

Okay, so it’s been awhile since I’ve been on the couch here at Chicken Fried Therapy. When you stay away for any period of time it gets harder and harder to get back into the swing of the blog thing. I’m telling you, my hat is off to those of you who are raising a family and working at your job all day and writing on your blog regularly.

Show-offs.

But really, I crumbled under the blogging pressure and I just couldn’t seem to handle it all on my own. So I have made a decision -- oh hell, I’ll get to that in a minute. But first….

Let me get you up to speed. Little Chick went to sleep-away camp for the first time this summer, and I was so excited I turned into an unbridled Summer Camp Stage Mom. But by the end of the summer I channeled all my crazy-mommy energy into her Mamma Mia-inspired birthday bash. It was kind of an ABBA-meets-Hannah Montana blend that had me wearing white velour bell bottoms.

These days Little Chick is well into the swing of third-grade and her homework is kicking my ass -- which is a hard pill for me to swallow because I was always pretty much one of the smart ones. Now I am being stumped by 3rd grade math.

On the upside I have a dashing new boyfriend so I feel adorable and brilliant most of the time regardless. Ha! My new sweetheart, The Professor, lives a few states away so we hop around the South trying to find a time & place to meet up. I won’t say exactly where he’s from (have to save some dish for a later post!) but let’s just say in addition to pulling for the Carolina Tarheels and The Texas Longhorns, I’ve been overheard screaming “Roll Tide!” a lot more lately.

Hey, they are number one in the country right now so it looks like I hitched my wagon to a winner.

Here’s the kicker…he loves to fish and he’s a hell of a lot better at it than I am. I guess you could say we had a fly-fishing fairytale romance in Montana this summer. What’s that? I’m sorry, did I hear you swooning? I know, I know. It was dreamy. And no, my obsession with fly-fishing has not waned since our last session.

Slowly but surely I’ve been writing more regularly on my other site, Fly Fish Chick. But juggling two blogs all by my lonesome proved to be more than I could handle. Which leads me to my news.

I have decided to make Chicken Fried Therapy a team blog.

It’s very exciting. I have shanghaied five of my bestest girlfriends to join me here for storytelling, laughs and creativity. Most of them came along willingly. One girl still thinks she turned me down and won’t accept my calls, but she’ll get over that soon enough -- once she realizes she has no choice.

I just couldn’t let it all go….but I couldn’t do it without the help of some really terrific girls. Very representative of life, wouldn’t you say? So Chicken Fried Therapy is now going to be group therapy.

The new writers, lovingly dubbed The Drumsticks, each march to their own beat. We are adding a tennis player, an award-winning volunteer, a mom with two babies in diapers (anyone care to wager a guess as to which girl was resistant to joining my blog?), a tax attorney, and a soon-to-be pilates instructor. The Drumsticks collect art, design stationery, serve as PTA president, represent massive corporations, and manage their own personal compost.

That’s right, you heard me. I’ve brought a composter into the mix. Think she knows how to dish out the BS, or what?

So stay tuned my faithful chickens. It’s about to get loud in this wacky henhouse. How about a drumroll for the The Drumsticks?