cARTer
posted by mrsf5 at 6:01 PM
Monday, May 28, 2007
About Me
- Name: mrsf5
- Location: Dallas, Texas, United States
First there was college. Then there was marriage. Then we flirted with procreation. Now we're outnumbered, by a five-year-old and three-year-old twins. Here's what that's like.
BFFs
- The Hangover Cure
- The Sweet Life
- More Than A Minivan Mom
- Mama's On a Playdate
- a day in the life of a crazy mom
- Sifted Logic
- Saint Richard's Almanac
- Totally Rad
- life with the wisners
- crabby apple
The Scoop
The Goods
14 Comments:
I love this. so much.
And that's EXACTLY what I thought it was.
Hellooooo CarterBugaBoo
Hiiii Pepper
Heeeeeeey Katie
Thanks for your comment on my blog. I grew up in Richardson, by the way. I'm in Austin now, so any friend of Mack Brown is a friend of mine. I'll be checking out your blog, especially to see if you've posted any thoughts on your Montessori experience. The idea appeals to me, but I have some reservations.
Thanks again for the kind words!
funny! my pop's an illustrator and his name is bART! you have a budding artist!
I love your blog. I'm also turning to you in despair as I give up trying to track down the Father of the Five. I'll try the white pages! Talk to you guys soon...Elmo
Hi Franklin, I am a friend of Tracey's (minivan mom). I am trying to ignore what is going on in my house, so I decided to surf some of Tracey's blog list. Happy belated Birthday!!! I understand needing alone time! And if I had said "alone time" I would not be separating an egg or going to workout...I would be taking a LONG NAP!
I will have to check back in with you. I enjoyed reading your posts. I really enjoyed all of the dance moved!
I believe that I now deserve the promotion from "strangers with candy" to "friends".
And blog, dammit. I miss you!
"Hellllooooo-oh-oh-oh"
That echo you hear? Oh, it's just the emptiness in my heart because you haven't blogged in so long.
okay
THIS is RIDICULOUS!
it's now been a month since you've blogged.
A. MONTH.
That is IT young lady! You are GROUNDED!
Now go to your room (Don't you look at me like that!) and THINK about how this makes us FEEL!
When you feel ready to come out and blog like a normal person, you may come out and apologize.
Now...MARCH!
I am clicking on this link at least every 15 minutes. I will be in my office most of the day today (except when I run to the Drag to get lunch. And we're having birthday cake for a colleague at 1pm. So much for dieting today.) But other than that, I will be clicking.
Oh yes, I will.
God help you if there is not something on this blog by 5pm. Do you want another phone call? DO YOU?!?!
Dearest Amy
I don't usually get involved in things like this. I am the quietly supportive type. You know...Saint Richard. But we need to talk.
I know that you are feeling pressured. There may be things going on in your life.
You may have "responsibilities."
You might have to "take care of your children."
You might need to "shower."
Or perhaps "brush your teeth."
I know we've only spent one weekend together (no - nothing like that, you blog lurking voyeurs), but I've seen first hand how your "getting ready" can push 3 hours.
But still. Let's set some priorities, okay. Have some consideration for your adoring public.
Blog
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WOMAN, BLOG!!!
Riddle me this: why on earth would I don my thinking cap and muster the energy to write something pithy and witty when it's so much easier to let the blog gather not only dust, but the FUNNIEST DAMN COMMENTS IN THE WHOLE HISTORY OF BLOGDOM?!? This girl's no fool!
This girl is, however, a hopeless slackass who desperately needs a fifteen-minute nap to recover from my lengthy late-night non-blogging session, wherein I stared at a blank computer screen and WILLED words to appear, to no avail.
So y'all go read Tracey. She's much funnier, smarter and more productive than I could ever hope to be, AND she's married to the MOST DARLING MAN. I mean, after my own, of course. (Wink.)
I swear that I will e-mail each of you personally if and when I am finally able to birth a new blog post. And then we can all, oh, thank you, Lord, resume our everyday lives.
I want my lesbian love letter, and I want it now.
this is ridiculous.
if I hadn't just finished swimming with you and your offspring, I'd be marching up Hillcrest (oh yes-towel turban and nightgown flapping in the breeze) to drag you BY YOUR EAR to the keyboard.
but-I did just get a much needed dose of Franklin (and Wisener) and am about to get a dose of *Sicko*, and so I must let you slide.
this time.
but you're on your last warning, young lady.
(and I fear you've passed that point with the Mr and Mrs. Minivan. I don't envy your position.)
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