This is not a shoe blog: Guess the blogger by her shoes (part 2)

Congratulations, Jennifer! You win a copy of Project Everlasting and dominion over the easiest contest with the most obvious clues and best odds of all time. No, really, it is an accomplishment. Seriously, you rock. You got the answer right and you won the drawing.

If you haven't already, check out Jennifer's blog, My Beautiful Baby, where she writes honestly about her own divorce and funny anecdotes about said beautiful baby. That hair, those eyes. Sigh. 

Today's isn't going to be so easy. That is, mama's getting stricter with the clues. Or rather, no blatant clues from the sucker lady operating Sassafrass from behind the big pink velvet curtain. The prize is another sweet summer read, Notting Hell by Rachel Johnson.

I had a fabulous time doing the honors of being the author's very first blogger interview and then meeting her a few days later. The book is an easy read that's perfect for the beach or while the kids tear up the lawn while you pray a small bit of tan seeps through your SPF 75.

Now on to the shoes:

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We ate ice cream for dinner

Until now, I have chosen not to write about the nine days Lil E and I were apart during his vacation with his dad that was a part of the parenting agreement we signed several weeks ago. I made that choice because that separation was tough for me and because it went much more smoothly than I anticipated.

I kept myself busy at BlogHer and with my best friend and in trying desperately to catch up on sleep I've been losing for months now. I never did rest up, but I never do sleep well when Lil E is away, whether tucked in the suburbs in the toddler bed nestled up to his dad's bed in a new apartment or thousands of miles away in the Pacific Northwest. We spoke every day that we were apart, sometimes filling the phone line with long stories about how he went to the coast and questions about when I would come visit him on vacation. Other nights, he was too tired or weary or distracted and we rushed through our nightly prayer thanking God for Lightning McQueen and ice cream and Fireman Sam and all the people who love us and all the people we love.

When he came back, I braced myself.

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This is not a shoe blog: Guess the blogger by her shoes (yup, it's a contest)

Welcome to a fantastic new game that will have you on the edge of your seat, biting those BlogHerfied black nails that are sassy and slightly-more-than-slightly-chipped sassy , thrilled to keep the BlogHer buzz going! One! More! Freaking! Day!

How long can we make the excitement last?! As long as it takes, mamas. As long as it takes.

If you weren't at BlogHer, not to worry. If you aren't a blogger,it's all good. You too can Guess The Blogger By Her Shoes (not the shoes above, darlings, those are all mine...well, all the ones I took to BlogHer anyway).

If you are a blogger reader (love you) then you already know inane details -- like the size of our newly-oomphed bras and ta-tas , the remains of our Catholic (and not-so-Catholic) guilt and where we got our fancy dress-up stuff for super cheap.  Surely, you can piece that all together and guess our shoes, right?

It's easy. Look. Guess. Comment. Easy peasy.

Here's where I make it even easier on you lazy ladies loyal readers and college students doing online research on the topic of "Mommy Bloggers in the New Millennium": You don't even have to guess correctly to win.

(All the juicy details after the jump)

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