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Jamie Reeves

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Jamie Reeves

<p>I'm a 41-year-old Southern soccer mom to two little girls who's been chronicling the more humorous moments in parenting at&nbsp;<a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.blondemomblog.com" target="_blank"><strong>BlondeMomBlog</strong> </a>since 2005. It's my creative outlet for sharing my deep thoughts about poop, guilt as a working mom, and my obsession with Target and Britney Spears. I struggle to get to work, or anywhere for that matter, on time, eradicate my house of dog hair, and find 5 minutes of solitude that don't involve sitting on the toilet or bribing someone with a frosted Barbie PopTart. <br /> <br /> I have a degree in old school print journalism and sociology and more than 17 years of experience in writing, editing, and public relations. I work 30 hours a week for a business publishing company as a special projects editor and social media coordinator. I post product reviews and giveaways at <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.savvyhousewife.com" target="_blank"><strong>www.SavvyHousewife.com</strong></a> and have worked with such brands as Honda, Nissan, Kleenex and Lee Jeans. I'm on the advisory team for DivineCaroline and I'm very excited to be a part of this fabulous website for women!</p>

Stories by Jamie Reeves

How to sweat off five pounds in fifteen minutes: Hear tornado sirens and turn on TV. Watch as local weather satellite zooms in on your area and...
Like any former shopaholic on a tight budget, I found myself itching to buy a few things for my California trip this weekend. It’s supposed to...
My morning commute radio time where I can listen to whatever I darn well please without hearing, “Mom can we hear 92-point blah blah blah? Mom...
Last year I ran into a friend at the library and as she held a baby on her hip and her two young children swarmed around her she commented, “I...
Driving home the other night from dinner my eight-year-old daughter chimed in matter-of-factly from the back seat: “Mommy, you know Joe is...
The thunder rolled and dark storm clouds moved in while we were out following my eight-year-old daughter’s last indoor soccer game of the...
The girls have been at my in-laws attending Vacation Bible School (aka free day camp with Jesus) with their cousins. I’ve missed them, my...
Today I had my annual mammogram. I was nervous, but not because it was my first time. Oh no. My breasts? Have been around the block. My breasts are...
Brown bear, brown bear what do you see? I see a wad of gum where it shouldn’t be. Red bird, red bird what do you see? I see laundry...
I could lie and say dinner at our house is a well-orchestrated Martha Stewart event, but I often end up fixing the girls a plate before the...
In a couple of weeks my five-year-old will graduate from preschool in a ceremony held at a little church in our community, the same place her big...
I’ve been working out for a few weeks and have written off Cokes for Jesus (I figured if I could survive, excuse me if we could survive, a...
I head out the door, late, with my seven-year-old to pick up my four-year-old at daycare, as the hubby is down for the count with some horrible sinus...
Earlier this month I was looking forward to getting back to a “normal” schedule for both school and work after the holidays. I hear you...
Driving down the interstate the other day my four-year-old pointed out a billboard for Bunny Bread with the familiar red, blue, and yellow color...

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