Sunday, September 28, 2014

Sunday Confessions

For many of you, this will be a sad, sad, day and a horrific confession.
Please, for those of you with heart conditions, you may want to sit.

I know that I will lose many of you...if you are out there...is there anyone out there?

It's time I came clean.
Time I confessed.
I, Meghan of Meghan's Mindless Mutterings, do declare, I can not stand Nutella!!!

I will give you all a minute to recoup and let it sink it.
It's true.
I can not stomach it.

I remember when I first tried it.
Took a big ole honkin spoonful and like to die.
The chocolate is not what does it, it's the disgusting hazelnut they add to.
Just keep the hazelnut out and everything will be yummy in the tummy.

My grandfather used to love those Ferrare Roche candies.
YUCK!
Again, hazelnut.

So tell me, is there something the world is nuts about and you just can not stand?


Saturday, September 27, 2014

Doing Dishes: Men vs. Women


Bobster did the dishes the other night.
Usually this falls to the 15yo boy, who thinks as long as they are done by the next morning, everything is a-okay.
Oh, so not true.

The real story is how “doing the dishes” is done by the men in my family and by me, the sole female.

Bob had the dishes done in less than 10 minutes.  It takes  me approximately 20 mins to half an hour.

Bob put the one piece of chicken on a plate, uncovered, stuck it tin he fridge.  He put the mac & cheese leftovers, God knows where & he just put the green beans in the bowl they were in back in the fridge, uncovered.
He then washed the dishes and stacked them sky high to dry.
Walked out of the kitchen and called it a night.

Here is how I would have done it.

I would have wrapped the chicken in a piece of foil, put it in the fridge.  I would have placed all the leftovers in plastic containers.  So they are cover and will not dry out.

Then I would have cleaned the sink out from the dirty dishes, so I had room to wash them.
Commence washing dishes, stop when drainer is full, dry dishes and put away.  Commence doing rest of dishes, dry, put away.  Repeat til all dishes are done.

Then I put away the pots/pans that I keep in my oven.  Small kitchen, lack of storage.

Then I would wipe the counters down, dry them, wipe the stove down, dry it, wipe out the sink.

I would put away the salt & pepper shakers plus the butter.  Then I would wash the apples off and put them in the refrigerator.  I would also sweep the floor.

Then, if I decided to not bake something, I would be done.

Now I am just wondering, if, in your household, you have the male’s way vs. the female’s way.



Sunday, September 21, 2014

Sunday Confessions



My first confession for this week is I have just not been myself.
Lots of problems going on in the personal, not blog, life.
I read a quote today, though, that lets me know everything will work out the way it's supposed to.

Now onto the real confession of the week.
Back in the beginning of the internet...waaaaaaaaaaaay back then, I met a guy via AOL chat, gave him my number after a few chats, got to talking and flew to Florida to meet him.
Now before you gasp, I wasn't alone.
I went with my girlfriend and we stayed at our other girlfriend's house who was married to a guy from Florida at the time.
So we met.
We hung.
We stayed at my friends house for the week.
We parted ways.
A month later, we went our separate ways.

Lesson not learned, I then met another whiptedoo on the net.
Drove with my friend, Megan, to the restaurant where he was playing guitar.
This one worked out...well I thought it did.
We got married.
Yep.
Then he decided he wanted a divorce because well, being married put a damper on his dating life.

So about 3 months after being separated, my good friend, Kathy, decided to fix me up on a blind date.
That blind date was Bobster.
I think about 3 weeks after we met, he moved in.
A year to the day I met him, Cheeks was due.  Cheeks was 10 days early.
8 years later we got married.
I wanted to make sure it would work.

So, you could say, or I can confess, I met a lot of my relationships not in person.

Weird?
Seems to work for me.

What's your confession?


Sunday, September 14, 2014

Sunday Confessions

Another Sunday.
Another Confession.

This weeks involves a celebrity.
No, not Tom Hiddleston.
I am extremely open about my obsession with him.  Matter of fact, I fell asleep to the Avengers last night & woke up to it this morning. Oh Loki! I love you.

Back to my confession.
I am talking about Rob Drydek.


Who is he, you ask?
He is a pro skateboarder who is a brilliant business man.

He starred on a show called Big & Rob on MTV.  Now he is the host of Ridiculousness.  These are not my choice of shows to watch BUT I do live with boys, lots of boys.  Ridiculousness is right up there alley.

Make no mistake though, I knew of Rob long before his tv career.  How I have no idea.

Now I do not have a crush on him.  Not at all.  I just adore his personality. 
I can't put my finger on what it is that makes me like him I just think he is so much fun.
He entertains me I suppose.  I also respect him for the empire he built. 

My question to you on this confession Sunday is what is your confession?



Monday, September 08, 2014

When is it...

 
Seriously...when do you share to much on social media?

It's in our face. 24/7.  I love to share.  Pics of the family, quirky sayings, jokes, links.  The list is endless.

When does the filter in your brain kick in?

I recently read a blog post by someone who I follow.  She is pregnant with her second child.  I couldn't be happier for her.  Recently she suffered an almost miscarriage.  I understand her pain.  I had a miscarriage shortly after Cheeks was born...my children would have been Irish twins.
I digress.

I don't mind her sharing her story and struggle.  I didn't mind some of the photos.  Girlfriend actually posted a photo of the bloody pad she used.  This is where I thought, um, hello...filter?  She said it was real life and she did give a warning in the beginning of her post.  I kept reading though because I am a big girl.

It just kept popping in my head that maybe that particular item should have remained private.  All women at one point in their life will see a bloody pad & so will most med.  People in the medical field see it frequently.

Perhaps I am wrong.  I am sure it helped her get over the hurdle of an almost miscarriage.  It helped her emotionally.  She is in her 2nd trimester now, so things are going good.  It is just I thought...really?

What are your thoughts?
Do you think we share to much on the internet?




Sunday, September 07, 2014

Sunday Confessions

My sister will never forgive me when she reads this...but I am Disney'd out.

No matter how cute this kid looks in his Pirate Ears.

He looks good doesn't he?
YES he does!

Anyway, I had a fabulous time on our trip.  Upcoming post about it, promise.

I just really don't want to see a mouse or a princess for awhile.  The parks were fun, the hotel was nice, the pool great.  The heat was unbearable.  August in Florida? We aren't the brightest bunch.

Disney vacations require you to take a vacation when you get back.  To recover from your vacation.  Lots of going, going, going. 

It was fantabulous though.  I have my sister, the Grandpop and the Nana to thank for the trip. Without them, we wouldn't have been able to go.

It's just that all the sugary sweetness in one place makes a girl yearn for Jersey.
You know where I can flip you off if you cut me off, not smile and say "It's ok!"

Think I'll be ready to go back next year tho!





Thursday, September 04, 2014

What? 3rd grade?

How did this happen?
When did this baby grow up to be 8yrs old & in third grade?

I guess since today.
He started third grade.
I remember third grade like it was yesterday.
Seriously.
Although sadly it was many, many moons ago.
Talking like mid 70's peeps.

Anywho, I got him up early because he will be attending before school care this year.
I was taking him today but I wanted him up!

He kept coming in the room, going "Can we go?"
Finally I told him "Look I know you are excited!"
He cuts me off & goes "It's not that."
"Well what is it?"
He actually said to me "I just wanna get it over with".

Yes, my little scholar hates school.
He says all they day is listen & write, write & listen.

Today was only a half day so his father picked him up.
His dad told me, Cheeks came home, grabbed some marshmallows, went upstairs and took a nap.

Guess school tuckered him out.

Well stay tuned to see what shenanigans third grade brings this household this year!