Thanksgiving

Thank you for:

being my friend.
all the times you have been there for me.
loving me, even in my darkest hours.
caring about me and supporting me, even through things you had not experienced with me.
helping me with my kids.
reminding me to slow down when I am physically pushing my body too far.
encouraging me to get off my arse during the times I have been too lazy.
wiping away my tears.
allowing me to cry.
making me laugh.
your compliments and your smiles.
stopping by my house and letting my dogs out.
making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
your soft kisses.
all your hugs and back rubs.
painting my finger and toe nails.
dying my hair.
encouraging me to grow.
helping me clean my house.
getting me a re-fill.
not judging me for the things I do not have or where I have come from.
letting me be honest with myself.
working hard so I can stay home and raise our kids.
taking me out to lunch.
telling me that you like how I sing.
taking me out to dinner when I just can-not-cook-another-meal.
being the mother I never had.
being the grandparents my children deserve.
understanding when I have to cancel plans.
loving me even when I pull back.
chatting with me online during my bouts of insomnia.
laughing at my jokes.
coming to my house for party after party.
introducing me to fantastic food.
eating my cooking.
understanding "Kimberly Time".
sharing your lip-stuff.
providing me with cheese and Flackers.
telling me my *art* looks good.
wishing me a good "Thanksgiving?"


Thank you for being my husband, my sister, my children, my family, and my friends. I love you all and I am blessed that you are in my life.

Dear Sauerkraut;

Although a part of me wants to thank you for splattering yourself all over my kitchen yesterday, but I am a bit worn out finding leftover kraut in the kitchen.

Yes, you have reminded me that sometimes I should pay attention to my surroundings and not only the random ideas floating in my head. And yes I do think of my friend Andrea and her sunny personality every time I find more pickled cabbage stuck on the *inside* of the cupboards. But my Dear Sauerkraut, I see Andrea several times a week in person and am never more then a phone call, email, or poke on Facebook away from her. I have washed the cupboards, the walls, the fridge, the stove, the floor, my leg, and my sandals. I have laughed the situation silly while watching Baily the Bendy Dog help me clean up my cured cabbage mess. I even received a text from my husband (who was downstairs at the time of the kraut explosion) telling me how much he hearts my laugh, but your stay here has been worn out and it's best to leave now so the memory of your timely blowup remains something to laugh about and not something that drives me insane.

Tiaras and Tutus~
The MFP

An Ode to Facebook

ah Facebook....I love you Facebook. You have given me such a great tool to communicate with friends and even make a few new ones. Every day feels like the best party ever. You never know what is going to happen, or who will say what, but I am guaranteed a lol, a giggle, a *snort*, and usually a few lmao, rofl, and some pixie dust! But sometimes life is not a party and sometimes one of us needs a hug or a virtual cookie...and even when I can't be there to comfort a friend face to face, hug to hug, I know that I can always send a little love <3, or a Mafia Wars Energy pack.

:::Captian Obvious arrives on the scene::: Well, MFP, it's all about participation. If your friends didn't post and comment on every one's statuses then Facebook would be a boring place in cyberspace and you would spend even more time playing Bejeweled Blitz then mentally or physically healthy. :::Captain Obvious leaves:::

Thanks Captain Obvious....and thanks to Facebook and my all Facebook friends...Party On!

(special thanks to the Lil' Sissy for letting me borrow Captain Obvious...)

The Mother Freakin' Sleep Over

I know! I know! I know! "What happens at the MFP's house...stays at the MFP's house." BUT...I have to let the world know that I have the most amazing, beautiful, fun friends in the whole universe.

I have friends that will dance with bunnies, draw on bodies, sing with giant spoons, sport a new "do", dance in my living room, try on sundresses, bring delicious food, kick my arse, and read directions when I no longer can. My friends will sit on the front step in the wee hours of the morning, take fun pictures, giggle, share secrets, paint fingernails, and sprinkle each other with glitter. These gals will do yoga and ballet on my sidewalk, try new things (sometimes more then once - just to make sure they don't like it), plus bring me flowers and candles that give me fond memories of my grandma. They will guess how many vacuums I own, let me fall asleep on their lap, and leave love notes around my house to find when I wake up.

This is what my life is all about. It's about not being afraid to share who I am and letting people share themselves with me. To my friends who made it to the Mother Freakin' Sleepover....I love you! To my friends who could not come....I love you and missed you!

Lost and Found

Have you ever lost a friend? Not because of something cruel or any sort of wrong-doing, but just because you let them slip away? I have. I've lost several. I miss them all and think of them often. I wonder what they are up to, if they are enjoying life. I wonder if they are struggling and needing a shoulder to cry on. I wonder if they remember me, as I remember them.

Thanks to Facebook, I have been blessed to find several of my lost friends. This weekend I was even able to reclaim one of them person. We got to swap old memories, dance, sing, and celebrate each other. It has made me incredibly happy to have found this friend and I am determined to never lose her again...I love you Christine Martenson-Wiorek, thank you for being my friend.

The P.J. Party

I was recently invited to a girl's pj party. I know, it might seem that I am a bit too old for pjs and toilet papering, but I'm not. The invitation was a nice surprise. It was being hosted by a woman who I think is amazingly intelligent and kind. In fact, when I got my e-vite and glanced through the who's invited list, I asked myself (out loud), "Why did I get invited?" The women who were on the e-vite list totally outclassed me.

The day of the pj party came. Of those who responded "yes", I was the only plain-ordinary-less-then-highly-intelligent, woman going. I called my sister in a panic. My only question: "What if they don't like me?" and in her brilliant-don't-take-shit-from-anyone-way she responded. "It's not like middle school. They don't invite the one girl from the trailer park to make fun of any more." Not to be outdone by her common sense I say, "but they are all really smart and stuff. They know Shakespeare and read The Classics." "What if they don't like me?" I say again, just in case she didn't understand the question. And she says one of the most profound things I have ever heard. She says, "Not everyone has to like you."

WHAT?!?!? I make her say it again. "Not. Everyone. Has. To. Like. You." she says. In that moment a sense of relief washed over me. It's true. Not everyone has to like me.

I'm silly and immature. I'm fun and most often crazy. I'm sensitive and strong. I often try hard to not cry. I forget people's names and don't remember birthdays. I haven't been to college and I use spell check a lot. My hair is naturally wavy and unnaturally died. I hate making decisions and I love potatoes. I've hurt and I've been hurt. I'm bold and insecure. I'm usually right, but when I'm wrong I admit it.

I'm me and you don't have to like me ~ but I sure hope you do :)