frump-y 1. A girl or woman regarded as dull, plain, or unfashionable 2. A stay-at-home mom who, amid the joys of raising children,
has lost all sense of style and/or fashion
I'm a wife to one and mother of seven. I write, I craft and, sometimes, I clean. I'm a recovering diet-Coke-aholic, an occasional exerciser and a wanna-be health nut. When I grow up, I hope to be a published author.
I have one New Year's Resolution for this year. One. Because I seriously suck at resolutions. I thought maybe I could do one. Because I'm really good at peer pressure and all the peers have resolutions and they're pressuring me (without even meaning to) to make one.
So, OK already. Stop pressuring me.
Ready? Here it is-
I resolute resolve determine (whatever!)
I'm going to write everyday more.
I know blogs are sort of passe, but this is an easy place for me to write. And, yeah, no one reads them, but it's more about me, you know? Because I'm all selfish like that. (I'm not. Or I try not to be. If I am, will you tell me?)
I have about a hundred classes* and I have to write for ALL of them, which you would definitely not want to read,(technical writing-blah.) but I need some creative stuff, so yeah. Here it goes.
*I'm the queen of hyperbole. I actually have 5 classes. But it feels like a hundred.
Here's a few tips on how to successfully celebrate your birthday when you get to be old like me.
Start celebrating the day before your birthday. Spend the night in a hotel with your sweetie. No kids, no phones, no cooking dinner, no kids, no laundry, no housework, no kids. Sit in a hot tub a couple of times. Stay up very late writing because you know you can sleep in. Eat fattening food, don't worry about it because you're 44 now, been married forever and he still loves and desires you, so, who cares? Sleep in. Let the hotel make you breakfast. Go home to the kids and have them all say, "Happy Birthday, Mommy." (yes, I have teenagers and, yes, they call me mommy) Ignore the fact that you have kids and a household to run. Lay around all day, watching TV, playing on computer and don't do any housework. Take a nap. Go to the General Relief Society Meeting with your mom and sisters. Be sneaky and eat pie and goodies with older sister while mom and younger sister wait for t…
Today I started a new chapter in my life. It's called,
Your Mom Goes to College
As my first day at Weber State ended, I realized there are a few things that might happen if you return to school after twent--mffshh *ahem* a lot of years.
If your mom goes to college she might assume that buying a parking pass means she'll just arrive and find a place to park. When she spends 35 minutes trying to find a parking spot, she might start swearing. A lot. She also might almost hit another car. And then, when she realizes she's already late for class she might just park illegally on a residential street screaming "Screw it! Give me a ticket!" and then run to class.
She might arrive at her first class ten minutes late. Arriving late might give her anxiety*. Then she might spend the next hour trying to pay attention to the teacher while also wondering how much her parking ticket will cost.
If your mom goes to college she might search through the crowds trying to find some…