Becky Harks

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Becky Harks

In 2004, when I met my future husband, The Daver, he suggested that I start a blog. I was like, &quot;are you insulting me?&quot; Because I hadn't heard of one. When he explained what one was, I was&nbsp;SURE that he was mocking me. What I ate for breakfast was certainly not national news, and besides, I was always more of a scientist than a writer.<br /> <br /> Turns out, he was right. I hate it when he's right.<br /> <br /> I started my current blog, <a rel="nofollow" href="http://mommywantsvodka.com" target="_blank">Mommy Wants Vodka</a> in 2007 after second son Alex was born. I can be profane, but I'm honest and I'm real and I'm true. I have three kids, I live in the suburbs and while I'm not exactly curing cancer or living the swinging life I thought I'd be, I'm happy. I have a husband and not a monkey butler and a minivan, not a Porsche. <br /> <br /> Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking.<br /> <br /> Don't we all?<br /> <br /> --------------<br /> <br /> Because I am a social networking lemming, I am on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitter.com/mommywantsvodka" target="_blank">Twitter</a> AND <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.facebook.com/MommyWantsVodka" target="_blank">Facebook</a>. Like I&nbsp;have nothing better to do or something.<br /> <br />

Stories by Becky Harks

I stay at home now, with my kids, retired from my chosen profession at twenty-six, and I write while my husband goes out and earns the bucks for us....
Before I met my husband, The Daver, I loved the holidays. When I say loved, I mean LOVED, the kind of love that implies that I would be happiest in...
Every fall, as the leaves redden and fall off the branches and pile up on my lawn, the magazines pile up in my mailbox, each whispering and begging...
For as long as I can remember, my father has bought my mother the same pair of running shoes for every Christmas. Well, no, technically SHE is the...