A “Shitty” Mother’s Day
I hope you all are having a delightful, loving Mother’s Day. It wouldn’t take much to top mine so far…
I hope you all are having a delightful, loving Mother’s Day. It wouldn’t take much to top mine so far…
Hi precious ladies! I was thinking about past Mother’s Days, and really am floored by how much repetition there is with the gifts, the going out to dinner, and cards. Though I’m happy to unwrap anything with my name on it, I’ve often wondered why consumers get stuck in the “what’s expected” rut when it comes to holiday shopping. I mean, why do moms always get flowers on MD…why not a gift-certificate for rock-climbing or for a tattoo? And, what’s up with the traditional MD card that is way over-the-top in it’s description of a mom who doesn’t exist…on this planet anyway! If I could live up to just one of those “You are the best mom in the world” statements, I would have a much better self-esteem, and maybe even write a book or something.
What is it this time…a wrinkle, knee creak, advanced loss of close-up vision (AKA the trombone syndrome)? Look, if you can change one part of aging, then go right ahead and be my guest. But here’s the real deal: it’s going to happen no matter what face cream you use or work out you do.
A study conducted by UCLA’s Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of face a woman finds attractive on a man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.
Just wondering…
She has not been active at all lately, and I wondered if I need to send S.W.A.T. after her and make her come back to Women’s Life Link. Just in case you don’t know who Madeline is, here’s a few samples of her posts from the past.
If you live in a part of the country (or world) that typically gets a lot of rain then you will understand what I’m about to say. I live in Indiana; and though we get our fair share of precipitation throughout the year, I don’t remember it being monsoon-ish for so many days in a row! I’m starting to think that I’ve been translated to a tropical rain forest or worse, Seattle.
We were in the doctor’s office playing with the cardboard puzzles and he suddenly sprang off the chair, ran around in circles, waving his tiny little hand behind his butt as he was giggling and saying, “I farted mommy! I farted!”
OK, my darlings, I might have to re-neg on last week’s post about trying to make peace with Mondays. I’m in a rather stinker of a mood today and have no time to run from it or hide under my fluffy blanket. So, here I am with my jaw clenched, facing the music…Monday and the computer.
More Out of Monday with Madeline♥ I’m Madeline – a healthfully humorous, radically ridiculous, momentarily messy broad here to give you a flicker of joy at the start of your week. My darlings, how are you today? I’ve been so happy when Monday rolls around lately…kind of weird considering I’m always saying how crappy that [...]
Bonjour! And for anyone who might not know that is French for hello, all I can say is, good, Lord, are you living in a box? Speaking of being in small spaces, I have a fun story for you today; it’s a real gas. It Starts with a tornado warning and a home without a basement.
Have you ever wondered what “things” you should think about but don’t? Those little odd statements that people spit out, and suddenly you go….humm. Well, here’s a few that I thought you would enjoy…
Howdy from my world! As I was reading Kellie’s post about perfectionism yesterday, a thought came to mind. You know that saying “it’s not about being perfect but making the most out of what you have”? Well, I definitely know I’m not perfect, nor do I try to be…God knows the truth of that.
Greetings Earthlings and anyone else who might be tuning in, this past week has been a doozy. The cold from hell decided to take up residence in my body and is still fighting for the penthouse suite – automatic weapons, armored cars, mob connections…
Sorry to say, but Madeline is off today with a terrible cold. She and I decided you could stand to read one of her past posts. So enjoy the Best of Madeline. Be well-be beautiful
Speaking of time, I’ve always been one to be late. No, I mean always late; my relatives and friends have made a covenant. They actually plan (or conspire) gatherings with the understanding that I’ve been told to be there at least a half hour before everyone else.