For a Good Time, Call...

Me. I mean, SERIOUSLY, if you're not having fun doing it...then STOP DOING IT. Simple, huh? There are those cynics out there, who say "everything in life isn't about having fun." Says WHO, Mr. Cynic? Surrrrre it is! Now, I don't frequent the Prozac bottle, and I do realize there are BAD TIMES...I'm not talking about adversity...I'm talking about WHAT YOU DO. I'm talking about taking the thought-provoking questions you SHOULD have running through your head and using them to ENJOY WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU DO. I once read that "curiosity is a powerful thing, and it leads to smart work." (Thank you people at Brains on Fire). But WOW. Deep. I guess "curiosity didn't kill the cat" afterall. Anyway, it really is a whole cirlce-of-life kind of thing. I mean, when we have fun, we grow, when we grow we succeed, and when we succeed, we profit. So, it stands to reason that if we don't have fun, then we are DEAD. PS-there are 210 Days til Mardi Gras. Woooo-hooo! Well, this has been fun, but I'm off to have more fun...maybe eat some Suishi...NOM, NOM, NOM...because that's the kind of fun-on-the-edge sort of thing I do.

Super.Fab.Wonderful. :)

To-Do List

I've been reminded of this very poem at LEAST a dozen times in my life. The Professional Push is huge, and it deserves FOCUS...I mean, if you're going to leave your home-sweet-home for 80% of your day, it stands to reason that you should devote the necessary time to being an uber-fantastic professional and make the most of your time...BUT if you have children (or a spouse or any loved one you'd like to KEEP around), the value of quality time goes up a notch...super...*as if you aren't ALREADY being asked, demanded and bribed into doing ENOUGH things!! But "the greatest of these is love..." And Kids (like Adults), spell "Love" T-I-M-E. The thought is old and the remanants are cliche...but the meaning is VALUABLE. Here's the poem:

Mother, oh mother, come shake out your cloth!
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking!
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby.
Babies don't keep.

By Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

I'm OCD so "cleanliness IS next to Godliness" in my book...and calorie counting and lettuce are my nearest and dearest of friends...but I think tonight, the clothes will go unfolded...the floors will go unmopped...the bills will get paid tomorrow...and the B-Team and I will revel in a riveting game of CHUTES AND LADDERS! Did someone say pizza? Dino cookies? Fat and Fun...YUM. :)