Cue the tiny little violins.

Where's Tiffany? Snarking over at Snarky Momma. I hadn't intended on my mommy-blog becoming my primary journal, but over the past few months I've simply been less angry. Uh huh. After poking the fire for three+ years at Blown Fuse, I've simply become less angry. Much of that has to do the fact that I stay home all day and no longer have the "man on the street" blog fodder that I used to.

I intended to keep Blown Fuse as my "dirty little secret": the blog the other mommies don't know about, but then I started to realize that anything I've had the energy to write about could fit equally well with Snarky's content. Whereas before my blogging was the literary equivalent of ultra-low-rise pair of jeans, it now leans more towards the waistband-over-the-belly mom jeans category. I didn't want to become a "mommy blogger" (*spit*), but, yeah. De facto, and such.

I don't blog about Rosco all the time. I really don't. However, I do tend to write more about myself in my new role and the politics of being a parent, so that tends to sway my commentary in one specific direction.

So...Blown Fuse, my little electronic baby, will be *sniffle* going vacant, and I'll be shuffling any relevant content over to Snarky in a piecemeal fashion.

Additionally, I plan to whore my mommy blog out for ad revenue (which I didn't want to do with my Munu blog - Pixy was kind enough to host it for me for free, and I didn't want to make money off of it). I'll let Blown Fuse stay up until Pixy notices the dust covering it and decides to recycle the server space (it'll take me at least that long to figure out how to retrieve any images I'd want to keep, anyway).

Stop by occassionally - the mommies don't bite...hard, or email me at tiffany [at] snarkymomma [dot] com if you need someone to yell at you.