Sometimes a Frog is Just a Frog

Most women at an early age are fed the Kool-Aid and lead to believe that at one time they will discover a frog in waiting is their prince charming. They wait with anticipation for the flick of the fairy godmother wand which will lead them to their handsome prince with a heart of gold!

As time begins to pass many women begin to lower their standards and set their sights on the elusive man boy. They attempt to nurture and cajole this young man out of his play phase with the hopes of him becoming their very own prince charming.

True Love at last….

It was just the other day I overheard a conversation at the coffee shop between a young twenty something male and his real estate agent.

“I’m looking for a one bedroom condo.”

“Are there any specific features that you would like?”

“My girlfriend thinks I should get a two bedroom condo but I don’t want her to get any ideas.”

“Oh! So your girlfriend won’t be moving in with you?”

“Well! Not now! We will see! We looked the other day and she likes more design features, storage, and color. I just want something sleek and modern.”

“Okay? Should your girlfriend be with us to help you figure out want you want?”

“Nah! I think I should just get the opposite and then she won’t be so keen to move in with me.”

Sometimes  fairy tales don’t always come true and  when you kiss a frog it stays a frog. I just wish a kind  fairy god mother would flick her wand and wake this girl up!

Do you believe in Fairy Tales? Did you kiss a frog to discover your Prince Charming?

A Valentine’s Day Wish

As I watch my children write their valentines  one by one for their classmates – it makes me wish I could give a valentine to each of you and attached to it would be one heart – shaped chocolate.

It would be my thanks to you for brightening my day with your visits, comments, and tolerating my humor.   It is your comments that add a twinkle to my eye and  create a very fond smile. 

So this Valentines Day I would like to say thank you for brightening my day!

My biggest wish for  all of you on this Valentine’s is the gift of time for yourself!  As I read many of your posts some seem that you are on an endless journey tied to the schedule of others and running circles to get things done.

It is my wish that you take a small break for yourself perhaps a bubble bath with the sounds of Leonard Cohen in the background, enjoying the solitude of your morning walk, or just a quiet moment with your cup of coffee.

The greatest gift we can give ourselves is a small moment of time in order rejuvenate and feel more refreshed for the ones we love in our lives.

So I hope you take the time to find a little love for yourself on this Valentine’s Day because you deserve it for all that you do!

Happy Valentine’s Day to all the beautiful bloggers that brighten my world! I wish you nothing but sweet, sweet, sweet love!

What will be your special moment this Valentine’s Day?

Slow and Steady

[ Feeling Beachie a breath of fresh air on a gloomy day. She weathers the storms when the tide roles in and always brings the sun with her positive glow. Hilary asks "How did you & Mr. MBA meet?"]

I walked into the bar, hungry eyes was playing in the background, and he grabbed me on the dance bar.

He looked at me ” This is my dance space! And this is your dance space!”

We began to dance and I looked into his eyes and exclaimed, “Your wild!”

If by now the dialogue of this conversation seems familiar…It is!  A mash of several of my favorite scenes from Dirty Dancing. If life was only full of such romance!

Our story is a little different! I met him the first year of  university at a bar over a pool table. We had a few beers, argued over music, and became friends. It was over the years that we grew as friends, and at one point moved forward from friendship to relationship.

A relationship over slow and steady that won a race to the hot and heavy! The rest was history…

What is your  favorite movie scene? And what does it mean to you?

The Neglected Blog

In the morning it gives you the look, as you greet it, and head out the door. The look it gives you is unforgettable and reminds you – yes we need to spend more time together.  You promise your blog tonight will be the night I will write a post just for you.

It waits, patiently waits, like the neglected lover, waiting for the return of its first love. It never gives you grief only the passive-aggressive guilt you feel for neglecting it. It’s waiting for that image of flowers to appear or a kind word or two….

Instead it receives a barrage of excuses not tonight I’m sleepy, I have dishes to do, dogs to walk, legs to run, children’s scraped knees to tend too. You constantly put it off yet it waits, quietly, and silently for your return.

The moment you begin typing it knows you are back and you vow that you will post at least three times a week. A promise which you know will be broken. But all is fair in love and blogging.

Luckily, for me my blog is very forgiving….

Have you ever neglected your blog?  If so how did you get back on track?

Bubble Wrap and Freedom

As the end of the school year comes around the bend, I  have watched with pride how far my little men have  strided  and grown learning from their own failures and successes. I watch in awe how spirited they have become -  I wonder is it time to unravel some of the bubble wrap that surrounds them? It was just this weekend my nine-year old taught me an important  lesson knowing when it’s time to let go of the reins.

“Mom! Do we have any strawberries?”

“Yes! They are in the fridge. I’ll get them for you in a minute.”

“It’s okay Mom! I got it!”

I hear him open the utensil drawer, shifting through it, and peaked my head around the corner.

“What are you looking for?”

“The cutting knife.”

“I’ll cut them for you.”

“No mom! I can do it!”

Instinctively, I walked over getting the knife out of the drawer ready to begin slicing the strawberries for him. He put out his hand for the knife looking exasperated.

“Mom! I’ve done it before.”

“When?”

“When you were gone one afternoon and dad was downstairs working in the basement. I just did it. And I didn’t cut my fingers. Just let me do it.”

I handed over the knife and hovered over him watching intensely as he chopped up the strawberries.

“Be careful. Watch your fingers.”

“I know Mom.”

It was with that he carefully cut each strawberry,paying attention to every detail, ensuring his little  fingers were safely away from the blade.

Once he was finished, “See I did it! You know I’m going to be in grade 4 next year. I can do this stuff.”

It was with that small moment of hovering over my son, watching him grow to become more independent and responsible. I knew it was time to loosen the reins and give him a little bit more freedom.  If I want him  grow to become the confident young man he is meant to be, I can’t always hover, and  must slowly unravel  just a little bit more of  the bubble wrap that I have constricting him.

Do you think we give children less responsibility these days? How do you know when it’s time to unravel the bubble wrap?

Rapture Day! Time to Celebrate with Mimosas and Chocolate!

As Rapture day quickly approaches and we all prepare for the final end of life as we know it! I’ve been  I find  preparing a few rapture day carols and some final day baking. I want to be ready for the party!

However, if by chance that I don’t get selected by our higher power and am forced to roast in the eternal fires of hell then at least I will have comfort in my two favorite things Mimosas and chocolate.

I feel kinda nervous about this whole day…I mean it’s like high school basketball all over again.  What if I’m the last girl to get picked? Or, what if I don’t get picked?

I can see God in his white robe  pointing his  finger at me and exclaiming “Hahaha! I created you but you didn’t make the cut! You unworthy heathen!”

I can see him selecting all of those mean judgemental girls who didn’t like you and wouldn’t pass the ball.  They would get all of the attention, win the gold halo, they would then all hop in his convertible, and drive off to heaven!

Luckily for all of us there is no such thing as rapture day! The one thing I have learned about God is that he is loving, forgiving, and compassionate. The last thing he would do is judge us.

So, phew! I think we all off the hook this weekend. I’m sure it will be relief to  those mean girls that they can make time for their Botox appointments so they can have their furrowed brow staring down at you….

So on that note! I want to know how you will be spending your rapture day? I will be spending my  Saturday afternoon in my non-mom bikini, watching the kids run  through the sprinkler, reading my book, and drinking mimosas. I think it will be the perfect afternoon with the ones I love!

But of course I will have my rosary and marshmallows on stand by just in case I’m wrong about this whole judgement business…

What’s Behind a Smile?

A smile is more than just an upward curve of the mouth. It is the gesture which symbolizes joy, happiness, optimism, and laughter. A stranger with a welcoming smile can brighten your day! And a friend with compassion who listens without pursed lips is the one you lean on when times are tough.

One small gesture can mean so much in so many different ways. As I was leafing through one of my Father’s old poetry books. I came across this little poem – it brought a smile to my face.

A Smile

Let Others Cheer the winning man,

There’s one I hold worth while;

‘Tis he who does the best he can,

The loses with a smile.

Beaten he is, but not to stay

Down with the rank and file;

That man will win some other day,

Who loses with a smile.

~ Unknown

It was the eternal optimism of this poem which made me smile. It seems when things get grim the last thing anybody wants to do is smile. But what if we did? Would it change our own perspective on life? I want to know what hides behind your smile? 

An Idealistic Christmas List

As, I finish the last-minute wrapping, baking, and dream of boxing day sales. I look forward to a Christmas with an open heart, merriment, and wonder of a child.  And with those child-like eyes I’ve made my own idealistic Christmas list:

1.  End World Hunger

2. Free Effective Health Care for All

3. World Peace

4. Equality for All People

5. Good Governance

6. A Sustainable Environment

Now, my list is small, but in the world of back room politics, and let’s make a deal with the devil, I know these problems will never be solved. But it’s nice to look with a childs eyes knowing with full heart that there is simple solution to all of the world’s problems right in front of us.  But wouldn’t it be nice, if this wish list could come true?

I guess that’s why we wish, to hope for a better day, and brighter future. And that is what I wish for all of you over this holiday season. I also wish you all  a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

My Husband has Mistaken Me for Sarah Palin

Some men,  buy women flowers, expensive jewelry, or something pretty for their wives on their Birthday. Oh! But not my honey! He likes to think outside the box, to get in touch with his wives inner feelings, and get her the most surprising gift ever. Yes! It was surprising! Head – Scratching (and no it wasn’t head lice)! But it was one of those speechless presents that you wonder – do I really send off that kind of signal?

The past couple of weeks have been hectic with Mr. MBA recovering from a mild surgery. I’ve become nurse, taxi driver,cleaning lady, head chef, volunteer, and exterior Christmas decorator all wrapped into one.

It was just yesterday, I strung the outdoor Christmas lights, impaled myself with a tree branch,  fell backwards off the ladder, only to be tripped by Frosty the Snowman. It was one of those comical moments,  you know the neighbors, are hiding behind their curtains, laughing at the mad girl, swearing off a storm of expletives.

So, as I marched into the house, I fantasized this would  be the Birthday year I would get a punch card for hot yoga glasses, or a gift certificate to a luxurious spa to soothe away all of  my stress.

So, I woke up this morning, ready to open my present, imagining something glorious!

I ripped open the package, to discover a case of beer, and a hundred-dollar gift certificate to the shooting range. I was tired, speechless, I looked at the beer, and then looked at the gift certificate.

“You got me a hundred-dollar gift certificate to the shooting range?”

Mr. MBA eyes gleamed with pride, “Isn’t it great?”

“Ummm! I guess!”

“I thought you would like it! You’ve talked about going in the past.”

I half smiled “Oh! But I was kinda half-joking about it.”

“You  don’t like it!”

“It’s not that I don’t like it! It’s just I’m wondering…Do I look like Sarah Palin to you?”

“Well kinda.”

“What!?”

“Well in a good way!You like to camp, hike and fish. Plus, you kinda look like  her when you pull your hair back, and wear your glasses. Also, when you have a little too much to drink your little accent comes out.”

“Ugh! I don’t have an accent!”

“But I thought you would like it! It would be a good way to relieve the stress and have fun!”

I looked at the beer. I  looked at the gift certificate.  And thought what the heck!  

 I looked at Mr. MBA,  and with my best Scarlett accent exclaimed, ” I can shoot straight,  if I don’t have to shoot to far…Just don’t ever mistaken me for Palin, again!”

So, this hectic season, who needs spa appointments, hot yoga, and expensive jewelry. Hell! I got a gift certificate to the shooting range and I’m going to enjoy every stress-free minute of it!

Prince Charming and the Kiss

It was just another average Thursday afternoon for me as I waited for my boys at the bus stop.  But all of that changed as soon my oldest ran off the bus exclaiming “Mom! Guess what?”

“What?”

My youngest gave Robert the stink eye, “You promised not to tell!”

My interest peaked, “What did you do now?”

Robert exclaimed, “Alex kissed a girl!”

My face went pale and I thought my six year old kissed a girl. This can’t be happening.  I tried to keep cool surely there was a misunderstanding. My boys don’t kiss girls.  I needed details, had to assess the situation, and ensure it would never happen again until he was thirty.   

I looked at Alex his face went beat red and I knew at that moment my little prince did kiss a girl.

“Did you kiss a girl Alex?”

“I don’t want to talk about it!”

“You have to talk about it. I’m your mother.”

“I don’t want to tell.”

“It’s okay honey.  You are not in trouble. Just tell me about it.”

His face went another shade of red, “I don’t want to talk about it!”

At this point, I needed info, who, what, when, and where? He wasn’t budging and if he had his way he would never talk about it again. I knew this moment was my only window of opportunity and I pulled out my skill tool box – communicating with children 101.

“Mommy will buy you a slushy if you tell me.”

His eyes lit up and I could tell my bribe was about ready to work.

“Fine! I’ll tell you! But only if you don’t tell anyone else! Especially Dad!”

I crossed my fingers and agreed it would be our secret.

“So when did this happen?”

His face went to another shade of red and mumbled, “Just now!  On the bus.”

“Oh! Well who was it?”

“Do I have to tell?”

“Yes if you want that slushy.”

“Fine! It was Lexi! She kissed me good-bye when I was getting ready to get off the bus! Can I have my slushy?”

“Not yet, what did you do?”

“I looked at her, told her DON’T, and ran off the bus! Please! Can I have my slushy?”

It was at that moment my little six year old looked mortified that he had to have this discussion with his mother.  I took deep breath, feeling relieved, my son was no Rico Suave.  And exclaimed “Slushy Time!”

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