I’m so pleased to hear that no one was as cruel to me as my own personal conscience. Trust me, the very act of admitting that I can no longer care for animals I love dearly hurts me to no end. I used to foster cats for awhile, until Alex was born with a pair of devil horns an no apparent “OFF” button.

But anyway, I was looking at my link list and feeling an ominous drop in my stomach. I’ve done a terrible job at maintaining the links to even the blogs that I read. I briefly considered simply removing it entirely, but I realized that that didn’t sound very fun.

So do me a favor, if you’re interested. Go to the links page and let me know if you’re on there or not. If you’re a commentor here or I comment by you, or whatever, if I know you in some way, holler with your URL so I don’t feel so damn ashamed when I look at that page.

48 thoughts on “Housekeeping, Schmousekeeping

  1. You can slap me up there if you like. Not sure what kind of pimp I am. You decide.

    Sexy Childless Engineer

  2. Well I’m glad to see you dropped mine since I haven’t blogged in forever! LOL

    Seems I’m better cut out for reading blogs than writing them (and I refuse to feel guilty about that!)

  3. Hey Aunt Becky, I am a repeat offender over at Badass Geek and I think that’s how I found you. Keeping up on our lists is a never-ending task it seems. My site’s being revamped soon but feel free to add me when you get a chance!!


  4. Hey girl – I’m here if you do want to link over to me ever. But be easy on yourself…you are one kick butt mama and way more organized with your links than I will ever be!


  5. Hey you, this should be a guilt free zone, just like bacon imbibing while preggo.
    But a good reminder, my link list is far behind…
    How are you feeling these days??

  6. Eh, who needs a clean house?

    Meanwhile, I wasn’t going to say anything because it’s kind of funny, but…you’ve got me linked, alright, but I think there’s a typo in the name. Either than or I’m delusional and require medicating because letters don’t stay in their places. Seawater, Sweetwater, either way I’m good.

    Meanwhile again, relax, wouldja!! You’re knocked up, you get to have a free pass on some stuff for a while – stuff like litter boxes, house-keepery in general, and remembering anything other than whatever craving has knocked you for a loop this time.

    Shade and Sweetwater (or whatever),

  7. I am there and I am grateful. If you read all those, how have the rabbit and guinea pig not starved to death already? Thank you!!!

  8. I’m still there baby and you’re still visiting me. All is good Aunt Becky! But, regardless if I’m on the list or not, or if you visit, I still loooooooooooooove you!

  9. I am a new reader/commenter but here is mine

    Guilt is pointless..but we all do it more than we should..
    I always blamed my excessive guilt on being catholic..lol..
    I call it Catholic Guilt..once the baptism water hits your forehead as an infant- its all downhill from there..
    don’t stress chickie!

  10. Becky, sorry about the ‘mules, but everyone will rebound just fine. You gave them a good home as long as you could.

    Now, when I pick up animals, it’s out in the wild… and leave them there!

    My link works fine.

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