Photos on Metallic Paper by Face-Plant Mom!

Thia one is more longterm entertaining and less funny, but this blog was started to get followers for my book.  Well, I finally got my business for the book going and it is called Face-Plant Mom Creations, LLC. I just opened a website with my first 'creation' of selling photos I have taken, as I am a photographer too, and they are printed on metallic paper, which gives them a pop! Absolutely unique!  During this process, I found a way to do my book's cover, which is why I stopped the book, so, the book is the next project. So, check out my photos and they can be purchased internationally!!

http://FPMCreations.instaproofs.com

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Moviestar Pup!

Swimming or Dating - They Can be Confused to be the Same, Right?

When my son was younger, he was on the swim team. Oh how I hated (I mean loved) going to those swim meets to stand out in the heat for hours to watch him swim for those amazing 26 seconds and look just like a little frog bobbing up and down, in and out of the water!

Well, years later, he went out on a "non-date" with a girl kayaking. After it got dark, I text him to see where he was because I knew he could not still be kayaking.  He joked that he was still in the middle of the water.  I told him to "Butterfly it baby!"  He joked back that he was doing the breaststroke instead. Oh, I thought, this kid is really pushing his luck with a smart comment like that.  W..e..l..l... turned out, he was only correcting me on the swimming style that he had mastered back in the day.  It was the breaststroke that he had looked like a frog and not the butterfly, so there really was no need for me to spit out my soda while laughing so hard when reading his text as I was thinking the worst of my teenage son.  To be fair, they both started with a "b". 

As an added bonus, I ended up pointing out to my son, and then later to one of my daughters, my original, not so PG, thinking mindset on the topic of what I thought he was saying.  Way to go mom!

Futuristic Doctor Visits, Pajama Wearing, Curbside Pickup, etc. Because of the Corona/Covid 19 Pandemic - The Way Life Should Always Have Been

Well, now that we are in this Corona Pandemic, things have changed in our world drastically and some of them have forced changes that I have actually wanted and been asking for for many years. I am now being treated the way I feel that I have deserved and that many movie stars have been treated for decades.  For instance, we now get curbside pickup of almost anything we order from a store, including groceries and prescriptions! What!? Yep! And if this is too much of an inconvenience for us, things will be delivered to our houses and placed on our doorsteps and we do not even need to see the people delivering them.  Love it!!! I have now been living in my pajamas for a month and a half....they way I have wanted to have been living for so long.  I am loving Jammies 2020, or 2020, the year or the Jammies (and not the year of the eyes - sorry, we may not be able to see well now, but we are comfy cozy)!

Also, doctor visits from home!!!!! I have been asking about this one from one particular doctor for a decade now, mostly because of the commute and waiting in the waiting room, but still!  Yes, I am now going to the doctors in my pajamas, and now, instead of it taking 4 hours to go to this one doctor, because I would be sitting in his waiting room for up to an hour and a half, I just spend about 20 minutes on the phone with him!!! Again LOVE IT!!!!

A Present Fur Me?

Well, I think most people have that well-intentioned relative that gives you a gift thinking you will love it, but..... you HATE it.  When I was in my early 20s, one of my great-aunts gave me one of those gifts and it was one of her fur coats.  Had this maybe been before 1940, I might have cherished it and not been able to believe my luck.  Well, the not believing my luck part was true because this was the 1990s!  Of course, every time I went to visit her, she wanted me to be wearing this fur coat. Oh great.

One time I went to visit her with my brother and my dad, and we all went out to lunch. Of course, I was sporting my fur coat.  While we were all in the car on the way to the restaurant, my brother and I were in the backseat and he kept pointing at me and the coat and making jokes and laughing at me.  Also, my aunt was practically deaf, so my dad and my brother would tease me about the coat at a low level that my aunt could not hear.  Very clever guys...

Next, we get to the restaurant, and it was all I could do to drag myself out of the car and go out into public and into the restaurant wearing this ridiculous rug.  We get into the restaurant, are seated, and wouldn't you know, that the cutest guy was our waiter. Are you freaking kidding me?  He is looking at me and smiling and seeing that behind MY chair is an ancient fur coat!  We kept looking at each other, smiling and mild flirting throughout the meal and I was hoping, just hoping, to get out of there with just a small percentage of my dignity.  Nope. That was not about to happen.  I wanted to time our exit while he was "in the back". Just as he was saying his thank you for the tip and about to leave, my aunt asked him if he would be so kind as to take a photo of us, with, you guessed it....me wearing my fur coat! I could have died right there on the spot, but lived long enough to write this story.  I would provide the photo, but am not able to find it because I probably destroyed it.  I do have a photo of before lunch with no fur coat in sight!