I know I've only been with you for a few months and while I find your "minute man" mentality severely addicting you must know that I am struggling to stay in love with you. You see I have a very competitive nature and I yearn to be victorious and at the top of the leader board of all my friends. I have always felt that if I had just a little more then one damn minute I could win that weekly tournament *at least* once. Maybe with more then one minute of action I could eventually claim that coveted number one spot!
So I must tell you that I've been seeing someone else. He's a lot like you. He looks similar to you but with slightly different coloring and yeah, the sounds are a bit off. BUT...his game lasts longer then a minute, you know what I mean? It's long enough to keep me interested but not so long I end up with carpel tunnel. I can really get into the game and what do you know....I'm now a top scorer :)
Don't worry my Dear Bejeweled Blitz I'll be back, because there's nothing like a quickie in the middle of the afternoon...
Tiaras and Tutus~
The MFP
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
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
Face Lift
Dear Readers, Followers, Friends, Family, Fans, and the occasional stranger who stumbles across my blog:
I've been thinking about it for awhile now...my blog needs a face lift. Granted it has served it's purpose of giving my readers a deeper understanding of who I am, where I come from, and maybe even a slight vision of where I am going (oh, and if you have figured out the "where I am going" part *please* email me!). BUT my blog is lacking a big part of me, the humorous part. So my goal this month is to see my life through one of those carnival mirrors. You know the ones, the mirrors that pretty much distort everything they reflect in a comical and completely ridiculous way. So here's to August, may it be filled with laughter, love, hot weather, and a new look at life!
hugs and crap~
The MFP
I've been thinking about it for awhile now...my blog needs a face lift. Granted it has served it's purpose of giving my readers a deeper understanding of who I am, where I come from, and maybe even a slight vision of where I am going (oh, and if you have figured out the "where I am going" part *please* email me!). BUT my blog is lacking a big part of me, the humorous part. So my goal this month is to see my life through one of those carnival mirrors. You know the ones, the mirrors that pretty much distort everything they reflect in a comical and completely ridiculous way. So here's to August, may it be filled with laughter, love, hot weather, and a new look at life!
hugs and crap~
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...)
:::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...)
Oops!
I was on the freeway yesterday and missed my exit. It actually happened twice in the same outing. The first time I missed my exit I realized it right away and was able to take the cloverleaf around and around until I was once again facing in the right direction. It was an easy fix and I even found it to be a little soothing: the ease of the circles, no need to merge, no need to look for my exit or question which way I was headed. I just simply followed the path ahead of me to get back on track...
The second time I missed my exit I wasn't so lucky. There wasn't a cloverleaf and I had to drive about half a mile to the next exit. I didn't even know for sure if I would be able to get back on the freeway after I took it. I made my exit, waited at the top for the light, crossed the bridge, waited for another light, went back down the way I came, and finally hit the right exit.
I thought of it all day. I thought, "Wouldn't it be great if there was a 'cloverleaf' for life?" If we made a mistake or a bad choice we could just circle around smoothly until we found our way again? But...I feel that life is more like my second missed exit of the day. We aren't always sure and we're surrounded by choices to make, some of them clear, some of them not so clear. It can be maddening at times, scary, and frustrating.
In the end, I think we always end up pointed in the direction we need to go.
The second time I missed my exit I wasn't so lucky. There wasn't a cloverleaf and I had to drive about half a mile to the next exit. I didn't even know for sure if I would be able to get back on the freeway after I took it. I made my exit, waited at the top for the light, crossed the bridge, waited for another light, went back down the way I came, and finally hit the right exit.
I thought of it all day. I thought, "Wouldn't it be great if there was a 'cloverleaf' for life?" If we made a mistake or a bad choice we could just circle around smoothly until we found our way again? But...I feel that life is more like my second missed exit of the day. We aren't always sure and we're surrounded by choices to make, some of them clear, some of them not so clear. It can be maddening at times, scary, and frustrating.
In the end, I think we always end up pointed in the direction we need to go.
No Apologies!
WARNING! Some of you will read this and say, "must be rough..." I know this because someone already said that to me this week. So I am starting out this blog by refusing to apologize for my life. I refuse to apologize for the fact that I am a stay-at-home mom, instead of a career mom. I refuse to apologize for homeschooling my kids, instead of sending them to school. I refuse to apologize for having a husband who works from home, instead of spending fifty plus hours a week at work. I refuse to apologize for being over-weight, instead of thin. I refuse to apologize....period.
This has been a typical week for us:
Monday at the beach, with friends.
Tuesday at the river, with friends.
Wednesday, at a friends house for science co-op. (Yes, we are still doing school. At our house we finish the course before moving on and I refuse to apologize.)
Thursday at the park with friends, plus grilling dinner at the park with husbands when they are done with work.
Considering the fact that the kids and I have been using the house as "base camp" this week, it is no wonder that I have had a hard time keeping up with the household chores. Sure I've done some dishes and tossed some laundry in the washer and dryer, but tonight it hit me. Mount St. Laundry is about as big as it gets. I am pretty sure the only clean dishes we have left are the big serving spoons and a few large Tupperware containers. The bathrooms have sand on the floor and my plants are drooping and begging for water. So what do I do? I look at my husband and I say....
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry the laundry is out of control. I'm sorry the kitchen is a disaster. I'm sorry the entryway is piled high with towels and shoes. I'm sorry you've had to take care of the dogs. I'm even sorry I haven't shaved my legs all week. I'm sorry." and he says to me.....
"I'd rather have a girlfriend then a mom."
You see, apparently he's okay with a messy kitchen and having to find his own matching pair of socks sometimes, but he doesn't want us to stop having fun together. And after what we have been through lately that is the best thing I have heard in a long, long time. (Oh, by the way I did shave my legs, but the dishes are still piled to the ceiling!)
This has been a typical week for us:
Monday at the beach, with friends.
Tuesday at the river, with friends.
Wednesday, at a friends house for science co-op. (Yes, we are still doing school. At our house we finish the course before moving on and I refuse to apologize.)
Thursday at the park with friends, plus grilling dinner at the park with husbands when they are done with work.
Considering the fact that the kids and I have been using the house as "base camp" this week, it is no wonder that I have had a hard time keeping up with the household chores. Sure I've done some dishes and tossed some laundry in the washer and dryer, but tonight it hit me. Mount St. Laundry is about as big as it gets. I am pretty sure the only clean dishes we have left are the big serving spoons and a few large Tupperware containers. The bathrooms have sand on the floor and my plants are drooping and begging for water. So what do I do? I look at my husband and I say....
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry the laundry is out of control. I'm sorry the kitchen is a disaster. I'm sorry the entryway is piled high with towels and shoes. I'm sorry you've had to take care of the dogs. I'm even sorry I haven't shaved my legs all week. I'm sorry." and he says to me.....
"I'd rather have a girlfriend then a mom."
You see, apparently he's okay with a messy kitchen and having to find his own matching pair of socks sometimes, but he doesn't want us to stop having fun together. And after what we have been through lately that is the best thing I have heard in a long, long time. (Oh, by the way I did shave my legs, but the dishes are still piled to the ceiling!)
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!
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!
