So I’m sitting here at -7 Martha Points.
I don’t even remember, now, what disasters I instigated that put me here. I hope they were entertaining.
And what with the typhoid induced tuberculosis (anyone else having flashbacks here?) I’ve done nothing…NUFFINK…to work my way out of the hole.
I mean really…we had a housecleaner come. Not even a fraction of a point for me for that one.
So I’m getting creative with the earnings here.
Nostalgia moment: Does anyone else remember, or remember their kids, negotiating for the most bizarre and effortless chores possible as a way to earn money? “How much could I get for feeding the cat? How about flushing the toilet? Breathing? How much could I get for not holding my breath until I pass out and hit my head on the coffee table?”
I was never paid commensurately with my efforts, it seemed.
This week, through an unusual conflagration of scheduling, I have three guests posts appearing at some lovely blogging establishments.
And since I have nothing else to credit myself for, I am giving myself +5 Martha Points for each guest post that runs.
Because, let’s face it, an In Pursuit of Martha Points guest post improves the shininess of your blog. It decreases waxy buildup and prevents gingivitis. It improves the feng of your shui and unblocks your chakras. Some research even suggests that it fights mold and mildew and decreases the likelihood of athletes foot.*
So that’s got to be worth something, right?
Today I am hugely pleased to be the humble and appreciative guest at two incredible blogs.
First, Natalie, over at Mommy of A Monster (I Mean Toddler) and Infant Twins asked me to send a little content her way while she was 1) Child wrangling and 2) Seeing if NaNoWriMo could be squeezed into her life (although if she didn’t use a shoe-horn and a plunger, I’m not sure how she could do it). So I have a post there today about when I knew I was doomed - the day my seven-year-0ld proved he was going to overtake me in the arguing department.
And then, Tiffany, over at Mom-Nom.Com asked me to be one of the contributors for her Week o’ Funny Women. Ummm. Okay. No pressure. I’m just slotted in there in between some of the funniest freaking women bloggers I’ve ever met. So please go there also and read how fourteen different libations can be the downfall of your Christmas duck recipe. And please find it funny, otherwise I’m not sure what the point of my existence is.
So in one fell swoop, I am back in positive numbers! Ok, so it’s a three. It’s the little things that count. One step at a time. Crawl before you get drunk and fall down. You know the drill.
Finally, I leave you with this today. This is the photographic counterpoint to yesterday’s post. This is what almost ended life as we know it in this universe.
What a reckless species we are.