I am a bad bloggy mommy. I use you, abuse you and then leave without even a note or a couple of torn dollar bills placed casually on the bed table. Shame on me.
Have no fear. I have not developed a mysterious and deadly disease, rendering me helpless and too ill to fire up the ole computer. Nor has my trusty lifeline (also known as my Mac) deserted me and left me without any connection to my blogging world.
Nope.
The last post I wrote just really kicked my ass. Add to that, I have been pretending to be mom of the year at two different schools (Fric and Frac have been temporarily separated this year. I’m looking forward to reuniting them this September and having the same lunch and dismissal times once more.) I have been running my dimpled, pasty white ass off, all for the chance to eat boiled weiners and dixie cup ice cream with my kids and their classmates this week.
Life is short. Even more so after being a track meet mom and a mini games mom. (Who ever decided to put me in charge of the accuracy toss needs to be shot.)
I’m back now. I’ve got a new box of kleenex in case I get another round of my little-boy-Bug-blues again and I have a keyboard just dying to be abused.
But it will have to wait for tomorrow. Because today I am performing my final duties, pretending to be Mom of the Year one last time for the grade four kiddies. This time, I am ROASTING wieners over an open fire. Which means trying to keep the kids from falling into the open fire and preventing the boys from chasing the girls around with sharp pointy sticks.
I will be back tomorrow and ready to go once more. I’ve got an arsenal of wiener stories to share with you.
And not all of them are of the boiled wiener variety.
mamatulip
I miss you!
xoxo
Mrs. Chicky
Heh, you said “weiner”. Heh.
Hope4Grace
Ahhhh, your back! I check in faithfully each morning! Glad to know someone is Mother of the Year. I sent a bag of corn chips for the end of year stuff. So you’re making me look really bad here, lol. Bring on the weiners!
Em
Well the title of this post alone is such a delightful invitation. But now you are already off attending to other weiners….so I’ll eagerly await your stories.
LarryLilly
If I spank you, will your squirm and squeal like a little pig?
LOL
now thats an image from some dark corner.
I forget, school is in session in most other parts of the world. Here in Texas, we end school end of may, because, well, its always been done that way. But they start mid august, so it works out.
When i grew up in NY, yeah, we had school until mid june, graduation was third sunday in June.
So, weeners it is then.
Have a, oh yeah, you live in Canada, you dont have independence day.
Bon
i was missin’ you, and wonderin’.
i shall now comfort myself with the prospect of weiner tales from T.
and a break? is a good thing. especially when your heart’s been all poured out and your ass is a bit kicked.
hope you’re good. happy long weekend. blow some kisses down my way.
kimmyk
Glad to hear you’re alive-sheesh.
When do your kiddies get out of school for craps sake? It’s like the end of June!!! Mine have been out for a month now….yours don’t get much of a summer break do they? Poor children.
Okay, I’ll be back tomorrow and it better be good.
L.A. Daddy
I feel your pain. Not the mom-of-the-year thing, but this has been a busy week. I was lucky to get a single post up…
Glad all is well.
Gretchen
Naughty girl. We just adopted a wiener dog, and I keep calling him “Wien”. My poor family has to keep correcting me–”It’s Murphy, Mom, NOT Wien!”. Still…he’s a boy. He has a wien. He looks like a wien…I’m just sayin’…
On another not-really-related-note: My now-nearly-11-year-old son had back yard camp outs for 3 years in a row for his b’day party. I just knew I’d be calling Johnny’s mom and telling her that, yes, it was all fun and games until somebody lost an eye…
Take care.
jen
i was wondering about you. (i mean hell, i always wonder about you) take your time, we’ll be here.
MBKimmy
I like mine burnt … burnt hot dog and rare steak!
Have fun!
MamaMichelsBabies
The graduation post kicked all our asses I think, so it beating you up and leaving you for dead would only make sense. I’ve been insane too, it’s that time of year.
So… who’s weiner are we talking about here?
blondeblogger
Take all the time you need. No one’s going anywhere. I for one can’t wait to hear the non-food weiner type stories!