Loving Them as they Fly Away

Sometimes it is hard for me to be happy for people.

I’m getting better, but when my friends are growing and expanding their lives in new and different ways, it’s hard for me to see that them growing doesn’t necessarily mean hey are growing away from me.

So my lesson of late is to be there for my close friends as they buy exciting new houses (if any of you need me, I will be living in my friend Ketta’s kitchen because it’s AMAZEBALLS) and prepare to bring another life into the world, or move clear across the country to pursue exciting opportunities.

It doesn’t mean I love them any less because they are doing things I am financially/physically/geographically incapable of doing.

It also doesn’t mean they love me any less.

So I will keep loving them in my own bizarre way (which involves funny emails, occasional random phone calls and forgetting to text back as well as showing up on their doorstep with food when they’re sick) and accept their love in return.

Because I am worthy of awesome friends, and am truly happy for their growth.

Sharpie Love

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Dear Sharpie,

I have loved your pens since I was but a wee bairn and used to use them to decorate my mother’s walls….much to her chagrin and prior to the invention of Mr Clean Magic Erasers.

I have an enormous collection of Sharpies, and use them for EVERYTHING, from writing in my dayplanner to marking numbers on the arms of derby girls to leaving (approved) graffiti in my favorite bar’s bathroom. (They ask you to do this. It’s OK.)

I even hide them from my son who is as big of a nut about using the perfect pen as I am.

I adore your writing utensils and ALMOST always have one with me….so it pains me that I got INSANELY EXCITED about your perk with Klout! And was totally denied. I was actually really upset. It was kind of ridiculous.

But without your pens, I would never have my name on nearly everything I own, the derby girls wouldn’t be numbered correctly, and my backpack in the 10th grade wouldn’t have been as fun.

So if you find an extra fun pack of your pens lying around, I’d be happy to take it off your hands and even happier to share your decorating/writing/doodling goodness with the next generation of the Cupcake Clan.

Love and ink stains,

Mia

Disclaimer: nobody gave me anything to write this. I just really really really love Sharpies and it’s kind of an obsession and I was honestly really sad that I didn’t get the Sharpie Klout perk.

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WINNER!

And the winner of the Bondi Band (thanks to Random.Org)…..

COMMENT #8!

Which belongs to either Lisa or Jenny (you didn’t leave your name!) at A Little Tete a Tete!

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Tina Fey is my pretend BFF

Found this on one of my friend’s Pinterest boards (will have to talk about my unnatural obsession with that another time) and had to reblog. (AND DON’T FORGET TO ENTER MY GIVEAWAY.)

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.

Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.”

And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes. Amen.”

-Tina Fey

I’m here….just not HERE.

I’ve been busy. I’m sorry there is currently nothing to report, but I’m working on it.

I’ve started two new blogs. One for Gamer Wives, and one for the doula stuff.

Somebody wrote a pretty sweet article on me today.

Also, check out Mamavation for my weekly blog post there…..3 more weeks and I’ll be back here and being all Mia. ;)

The end is nigh…

Emerald City ComiCon - Atomic Bombshells

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So tomorrow bright and early, Chef and I will take off for the Emerald City so I can get sliced and diced and poked at again. Because my body is attempting to kill me. For those of you just joining us, that’s not a euphemism for something, I have cancer and it’s been just a pain in my proverbial pants (and sometimes my literal pants) to try and cut this thing out and get done so we can go do something else like bake more cupcakes, or play with the kids or organize our Relay for Life team… Luckily, I won’t have to have the Big Scary Surgery…maybe at all. The follow-up for the Big Scary Surgery and the Tiny Not Even A Surgery was the same, so I wussed out and went with the tiny one. Also, because I’d like to keep all of my body parts if I can. I find that to be an important goal in my life…along with staying alive and well. I’m trying really hard not to be morbid, but in my family, you always plan for the worst and hope for the best. Which is why I always overpack and then end up wearing 1/172 of what I brought. Also why Short Stack never finishes the lunches I pack him. They’re usually pretty epic and enough food for 2 small children who just ran all over the playground for 3 days straight. So, in case I don’t make it back….thanks for reading :)

Not working for the man…but still working for a bitch.

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So 2 years ago next week will be my “anniversary” of my last day working for someone else.

I was fired unceremoniously on some very unsubstantiated claims that I had physically assaulted a coworker (I don’t assault people. I just berate them verbally) and seeing as how I was 2 months pregnant and vomiting copiously every 15 minutes, I didn’t put up much of a fight. I just took my rather generous severance check, and went home to pack up my things and move in with Chef.

ANYWAY. Point being, fast forward almost 2 years to this moment, where I just realized I’m working three jobs. I’m my own boss in all of them, but damn. I’m a slave driver and kind of a bitch. :)

(I actually have 4 jobs if you count being Chuck and Short Stack’s mom…and if you do count that, please inform someone I need health insurance and to collect some back pay.)

I am a licensed massage therapist in the state of Washington, and I do house calls so I don’t have to pay for office space. I don’t have a big enough client base to warrant obtaining office space, and I don’t want to kill my body doing massage. I have 2-3 clients a week, which pays my cell phone bill and puts Chuck in cute shoes.

I am also the baker/owner for Mia Cupcake’s, (watch this space for a SUPER EXCITING deal coming tomorrow, BTW!) but we haven’t been trying to gather clients as much, due to my pending medical procedure. (I’d hate to leave Chef in the kitchen with a whole mess of orders while I yell at him from the bedroom or the couch :)

And now I sell Pampered Chef products. I had to think long and hard about this one because I had failed miserably at several other direct sales and I didn’t feel like wasting money on something stupid. But I love it. It’s exciting for me and having Chef for a tester/helper doesn’t hurt either :)

So in conclusion, I need to lighten up on myself and possibly work a little harder so my boss doesn’t get so mad. :)

Quick, look over there!

Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

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I have absolutely nothing noteworthy to talk about. I’m beginning to think

I have obviously gone completely off my rocker and neglected to remember that LESS THAN 24 HOURS AGO, I was surprised with tickets to see Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, and all of a sudden I was 15 again and the guy I had a MASSIVE crush on in high school asked me to dance at the swing dance and then I stepped on his foot and he never talked to me again.

But I love the band, so I went anyway (despite the obviously painful memories it recalls) and had so much fun.

Got to meet the band afterwards (and I tried not to act like too much of a nerd, but I may have scared the crap out of the horn section by breaking into song while waiting for them to sign my CD) and didn’t even get into a fight with the jerk who was making fun of my hair at the bar after the concert.

All in all, a good time was had by all.

 

PS – WTF WORDPRESS??? What in this post is telling you that one of the suggested tags should be KATE GOSSELIN? I need to rethink my writing if WordPress is under the impression that my adventures are akin to that borked-up momma….

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