The White Trash Mom Handbook: Embrace Your Inner Trailerpark, Forget Perfection, Resist Assimilation Into the PTA, Stay Sane, and Keep Your Sense of Humor, by THE authority on not succumbing to the muffia Michelle Lamar and co-author Molly Wendland, was released last week and I’m proud to announce that BlondeMomBlog is featured in the “White Trash Mom’s Favorite Blogs and Websites” section.

White Trash Mom was one of the first blogs I discovered. It’s a hilarious, tongue-in-cheek site that pokes fun at all those Stepford Wife, type-A PTA moms who have a coronary if they don’t have time to color coordinate their dog’s monogrammed collar with their children’s monogrammed cardigan sweaters when out for a 10-minute neighborhood stroll.

I just bought the White Trash Mom Handbook and can’t wait to sit down and read it. I’m sure it will be a great time killer while I’m stuck in the carpool lane. Buy it today (it’s on sale at Amazon for less than a 12-pack of beer) for your best girlfriend, your sister-in-law about to pop out her fourth baby, or your neighbor who kicks your butt in Bunco and shares her best party dip recipes with you.

I had a White Trash Mom moment Sunday when we were getting ready to go to dinner for my birthday. I had chosen two pretty, twirly seersucker pastel sundresses for the girls to wear, pink for Miss C and lavender for Miss A, but Miss C is going through some sort of Hannah Montana girls rock phase and declared that she was wearing something “cool.” She dressed herself and her sister in outfits I would deem as very interesting. Heck, I even played along and wore a Hannah Montana headband. I decided to let it go and focus on the wonderful dinner, rather than the fact that my children were not looking like they’d been dressed from a boutique trunk show, but, rather, the clearance rack at WalMart. Any way, you smocking addicted Southern mama take heed. Once your little girl hits a certain age, she’d rather wear sequins than smocking.

Personally I think those White Trash Mom moments are God’s way of telling you to chill out and accept the fact that your children will turn out fine if they recite Sponge Bob verbatim, eat Pop Tarts, and tell total strangers that they just passed gas (which, of course, happened Monday during Miss A’s first dental appointment.)

So, have you had a White Trash Mom moment lately?

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