"That's because my life is as good as an ABBA song."

In college me and my girlfriends (we are still to this day called the Alcovians if you care to know bc we met in the Alcove area of Jefferson hall as it was the designated smoking section) would play this game called questions.
(I am not saying we made this up or it is even novel- but I did make up the WOULD YOU RATHER game - screw you everyone else- I made it up)

The game is simple. We would all take a few slips of paper and write questions and then we would all toss them into the hat and drink excessively and take turns pulling questions while the circle glowed with candles and we all cried sometimes.
I did like this. I do still like this now at a dinner party. I am away with some of these girls for a Florida getaway soon and you know I will be pulling out the questions game.
I will be interested to see the way life has no doubt made some of the questions once posed irrelevant. I see already that the laughs and tears will come from entirely different places nowadays. Isn't getting older so very screwed up? Why can't we age backwards?

I also will reach down deep and pull from the bowels of the early 90's the game I invented:

Would you rather sleep with Jen's dad or drink the pedicure tub of ten centenarians?

Would you rather be chained to a boulder and have a massive bird come and tear out yr innards or be woken up each morning to a small troll with pus filled sores poking yr butt with a fire hot poker?

Would you rather have a Curtis Mayfield song emit from yr underwear each time yr horny or have a small booger showing in yr nose for life?

Would you rather projectile vomit or crap yr pants once a month at random?

Yeah- it is gonna be fun times in Florida.

title post- Muriel's Wedding 1994

Well I know what I’ve been told/U gotta work to feed the soul

Simple and Easy Halloween Game...The Boo Bag! Finn is asking more and more what certain words "starts" with so we made a sweet little game called the Boo Bag today.

I asked him to name some items that meant Halloween and he came up with witch, pumpkin, leaf, candy, and so on.. I made some quick paper cut outs and added some cards that said BOO and grabbed a bag to put them all.

We took turns grabbing out a paper shape and the object of the game is to be able to name and identify beginning consonants.

Pumpkin! Pumpkin starts with a P
Yeah! You get to keep the card you identify.
The person with the most cards wins.
BUT! If you draw a BOO card you must scream BOO and run around the room like a maniacal Halloween terror!

Seriously, it is fun!

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I have only come here seeking knowledge

The day got better. Finn found his groove and we all came back to a sweeter place. Finn found dad's Stanley tape measure and measured the whole house twelve times. When he dozed off on our bed today I looked him up and down and tried to listen to the words of my friend Paige- She told me yesterday that next year I will look back and think what a baby he was. He is a baby still. He is not going to reason with me just yet. Perhaps never. I am also still a young and green mother too, no matter my age or how much knowledge I have gained swinging on the learning curve. I am still growing and I need to think about this. It's all good.

egg cartons and small objects

I let Blaise play with Finn's counting bears this morning as Finn was upstairs. It was a nice little 20 minutes just for me and Blaise. He covets the little bears and is smart enough to know that we keep them in a tackle box with other tiny choking hazards and will point to the box and grunt!
I let him play with them today for some simple fine motor time. He loved the sorting and dumping and picking up and supervised I think it is fine to let young ones play with tiny objects.

I want to come back here today and have something to say about my day that is good. We were supposed to go to the art museum today, but Finn's behavior was terrible this morning and running on little sleep (thanks to Blaise the insomniac) I was terrible right back. I can see myself, like I am outside of my body, parenting the opposite of my true belief. The mother I do not want to be. He was reacting to me. I had scared him with my anger. I am sure that these days are scattered over the relationship landscape of parent and child, but they still suck. They still sting.

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This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

One of my girls crushes tagged me to answer some questions about myself. I am doing two of these type tags this week and it is actually quite good timing bc I am swamped with work for the festival that starts in the morning and I am very brain dead and utterly lacking in creative juices. So dear divine Jos, here are the answers:

What did you do 10 years ago?
I was living on the island of Mykonos. Wow. I was rubbing shoulders with the fancy and free and writing self indulgent poetry. I had no idea that I was about to meet my soul mate soon. I was very very free and leading a pretty charmed life. ( still am in a bunch of ways)

Five items on your to-do list:

1. Suck it up and rent our house that is not selling.
2. Join freaking WEIGHT WATCHERS.
3. Finish flooring the upstairs of our home with sambuca bamboo
4. Write my novel like a maniac in August/September
5. Relax a bit more

Snacks I enjoy:
pretzels and goat cheese
ice cream for sure
trail mix ( archer farms/Target)
dill pickles

What would you do if you were a billionaire?
I would find and buy thisI would give so much away
I would start a commune and make everyone live there with me

Places I would live:
Mystic Ct, Church Stretton UK, and Mykonos

Jobs I have had:
You must go here and laugh at my life- I wrote about this last year

I am so slammed right now I will say- Play if you like
kiss kiss

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Please tell me your second name/ Please play me your second game

I have very fond memories of me and my kids from school spending most late afternoons during summer school/summer program outside of Sawyer Recreation Center sat round long tables playing Mancala. It was a fierce competition nearly each day and all the Mancala players were highly skilled and highly animated. I battled a particular girl for years(Dynisha if you ever read this you rock)and could never become victorious. :(

Mancala is super fun!

The object is to compete to collect as many marbles as you can before yr opponent clears his side of the game.
Here are the rules!
You can make mancala games with egg cartons or tins, but the way we went was with the earth! Grab a patch of earth, a spoon, and some rocks!(I used some river rocks-but you can use beads or buttons or anything really)

Make two trenches on either side of yr playing rectangle and then dig 12 small holes for the rocks to sit in snugly. Simple as that! Finn loved digging up a bit of the backyard and it has been keeping us entertained all morning.

When you tire of the game you can simply cover up the holes and throw some grass seed down!
Etymology: Arabic nakala 'to move'

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