Pimpin’ Myself

 

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First, let’s talk about the picture. Sooooo inappropriate. But you have to admit it made you chuckle. 🙂 and that proves you have a somewhat dirty mind.

Now let’s talk about me. I am having a blast with my little blog. It may not be all that funny or readable and maybe you’re embarrassed to know me because of my blog, etc. But if you have some free time and your in the bathroom or at work and just goofing off and have nothing better to do. VOTE. I don’t meet like Trump or Hillary, I mean vote for me!

See I joined a mom blog group and they compete for votes. I’m all about pimpin’ myself out for votes. While I’m not really competitive (liar liar pants on fire) I just want to prove that I can win at something.  So go to my homepage of my blog and click on the mommy looking badge on the left side and vote for me. You can do it once a day everyday if you want! PLEASE?

Meanwhile I am hard at work coming up with material to write about and creating fun little pics like the one above. I am also adding fun stuff to my Facebook fan page too. 🙂

Updates: Thing 1 moves home from college for the summer so we will be a full house again for a few months. That means more material for you to read and more $ for the guy at the liquor store. Have a great week Peeps!

 

10 Rules for Moms on Social Media

Rules For Moms

My kids claim they hate me on social media. But yet I get the occasional “did you like my Instagram pic yet?” or “did you see my snap story?” So they are sending me mixed messages.  But that doesn’t matter because like it or not, I AM on social media and I plan to stay. I mean I was on Facebook before they were old enough to ride a bike. But I have learned from these boys that there are some unwritten rules for moms to follow on social media:

  1. Never be the first one to ‘like’ a post or picture your child puts on social media. Apparently it’s so embarrassing.
  2. Hashtag Etiquette:  Don’t make up a hashtag to try and be funny or witty. Use only normal hashtags relevant to your tweet or picture or post. Example Don’t use hashtags like #hessocuteicouldeathimwithaspoon or #bestmomeverandilovemykidssomuch
  3. Don’t use more than a few hashtags, more than 3 is weird.
  4. Don’t tag your kids on Facebook. They aren’t there anymore.
  5. Never save a picture from a snap story. There will be hell to pay if you do. They will revolt and stop making their beds and cleaning up for themselves every day. Oh wait, they don’t do that now!
  6. They get mad if you accept their friend’s requests on social media. Truth is their friends just want to see the embarrassing family pictures you post. That brings me to number 7.
  7. Don’t post embarrassing family pictures. This can ruin their reputations. (as if they even have one yet.)
  8. It’s not the twitter; it’s just ‘twitter’. No one tweets at you, so never say that.
  9. When posting selfies of your children’s friends moms, don’t put #momsquad and tag the kids in it. Worst. Mistake. Ever.
  10. The rules change daily according to the kids. You have to keep up and always remember what you do on social media reflects on your kids!

 

I hope I was able to help. If you have more mom rules, let me know!

#lifewithboys #boymom #parenting #momsofsocialmedia

Organizing the Free-For-All That is My Life

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My definition of Organized is:

     *To be able to find my crap quickly in any room, space or file. And it has to look neat and prettily arranged.

Usually my blog is all about my crazy family and weird stuff that happens to me but recently I have become obsessed with getting organized. With that said I am just going to bore you with a blogpost about it today.

So I am working on this huge goal to be completely organized at home. I started with my home office over spring break and pictures are coming soon. Just have to sell an ovary to afford the cool office chair and rug I want. But I must get to my files. There is currently no system there at all. I thought there was but really I was kidding myself. You can see what I mean:

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 Then there’s my supplies drawer that is horrendous, just look at that mess:

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 So I have a lot of work to do. I admit I get started then I get overwhelmed then I just need a drink to calm myself and try again. That method seems to work pretty well. So as you can imagine, there is a lot of running back and forth to the grocery store beer aisle and the liquor store. But I am kicking it friends, I really am. I will be organized by the end of the summer, even it kills me.

I truly envy those organizers I see on Instagram and Pinterest. Like check out this site called “A Bowl Full of Lemons”: http://www.abowlfulloflemons.net/2016/03/home-organization-challenge-week-11-the-office.html I want my office to look this organized dammit! Her entire site is loaded with tips, ideas and challenges. Makes me weep with envy of her skills. I’ll get there.

Why do I need to be organized? Is it OCD? I have no idea but when things are all neat and in their own place, I get such a rush. Am I nuts? Remember my post on Bullet Journaling? https://midlifemargaritas.com/2016/03/21/life-goals-bullet-journaling/  I am still working on that and I have discovered cool “planners” like calendars on drugs with stickers and colored pens and cool sticky notes too. I think I may need an intervention.

If you have blogs, Pinterest Boards or websites that are all about getting organized, let me know and help a sister out.

Why I Blog

not a rapperI blog because my life is so crazy that I want to capture it in words without having to pay out the expense to write an actual book. You know the saying, “you can’t make this shit up”? Well that is how just about every day starts at my house. I live in a house with 4 boys/men. Big Daddy, Thing 1 & Thing 2 and Bailey the dog. All males. Yep, I drink. Hence the name of my blog.

I blog because I like to overshare. I tell way too much and my family is desensitized to the trauma it causes them. We may or may not have all been in counseling at one time or another. Including the dog. Nothing is sacred or off-limits. This is the reason my kids go by Thing 1 & 2. They don’t want their names out there on the interwebs.  So I’ll just post a picture of them here: (I love that they pose with me for selfies)

I blog because I like to connect with other bloggers. There is this whole world out there of bloggers who have the same issues I do. Nice to know I am not alone in my craziness. Sometimes I am just grateful I don’t have triplets or more animals or step kids… and I love to laugh at those other bloggers who do! I mean some days I read their stories and think, “thank God I don’t have that to deal with!”

I blog because everyone needs a hobby. I have friends who actually run for fun. They run before the sun comes up, in the cold, in the rain and when it’s over 100 degrees. I would rather blog about how crazy that is from inside my air-conditioned home office. While drinking a White Russian.  We had a treadmill once. I got tired of dusting it so we sold it in a yard sale to one of those runner families.

I blog because it keeps me busy and from living a life of petty crime. Big Daddy is very appreciative that blogging is a pretty cheap hobby.  I know other people who shop all day and party all night. Or others who spend hours and lots of money on scrapbooking. Is that still a thing? Only Thing 1 has a baby album. Thing 2 will be lucky to have graduation pictures. 

bloglifeThese are some of the reasons why I blog. My intentions are to continue putting it out there about my family and the world around me. Good, bad or ugly. If I can make someone chuckle that was having a bad day, then I can say it was worth it. Worth all the brain cells it takes to write a post, create graphics and pictures and literally pull stuff out of my @33.

Interested in how my days go? Check out my post on adulating here: https://midlifemargaritas.com/2016/03/05/grownuplife/

That’s it for now. Thing 2 just texted me from upstairs with the following: reedtextpants

 

Then there was this earlier about where to take Big Daddy for his birthday dinner:hooterstext

So I am off to find pants for Thing 2 and get my cocktail on.

Peace out. And No we are not going to hooters for Big Daddy’s bday celebration!

Why I’m a Sucky Friend

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If you’re friends with me, you know I suck at being a good friend. I honestly love all my friends and would be there in a flash if a friend were seriously in trouble. I promise I’m not a bad person, but I’m pretty sure I was dropped on my head as a kid and now my memory is awful and I have problems focusing. I don’t remember what I ate for lunch so I sure won’t remember your birthday. Unless I’m on Facebook and FB tells me it’s your birthday.

Here are a few more traits of a sucky friend:

*Can’t remember your birthday. Ever. So anniversaries are out of the question.

*Hate to talk on the phone. My mind wanders when people talk to me for too long. I can’t help it. Text me and I am more focused. You can even Snapchat or Twitter at me.

*I hate chick flicks. I would rather see a ‘Die Hard’ movie or a really dark, scary movie. I don’t like to cry at movies but give me car wrecks and ghosts and I will be your BFF.

*I don’t trust anyone driving. If you want to hang out, go to dinner, pedi’s etc., I have to drive. I don’t trust other friends driving. If you insist on driving please realize I will tell you where to go and how to get there.

*I’m always right. I’ll try to give you unsolicited advice and if you think I’m wrong, well that might not go well.

*I can’t be around friends who do not have a sense of humor. If you are serious all the time I assume you are a miserable person and need psychiatric therapy. I hate to be called out when my humor might be slightly inappropriate. Which happens often.

*I don’t want to go out to dinner with friends who only eat salads and talk about how they have to watch their weight. Boo hoo. Eat a flipping cheeseburger already.

*I like my cocktails. A lot. I get a little louder with each shot sip. The more I have the funnier I am. But then you would have to drive home and then I would have to tell you how to drive and it would just turn into a hot mess.

So if you expect friends to remember birthdays, eat salads and do girly girl things, then I’m not your girl. I suck at being a good friend. Just so you know upfront.