Cosmic Ponderings of Finger Foods, Overalls, and Puff

Sorry guys. No Finger Food Friday this week. I had good intentions of doing a post on tacos, but then 9 and PG had some friends over to spend the night and things got a little crazy (read- LOUD). You all have seen my photography skills. I can barely take a good picture with relative silence, let alone doing it while shouting things like "Oh, Oh! Please don't sit on the couch in your wet bathing suit!" and "Boys! No squirting water guns at the dogs. No, they don't like it. Because I know! Please don't argue!"

Let's just say I'm appreciating the quiet today. I even put the kids to bed at 7 so that I could enjoy more of it.

I just wanted to jot down a couple of words tonight about coincidences. I've written before that I believe the universe sometimes talks to me through random messages. That's been happening these last couple of days, though to be honest, I'm not sure if it's saying anything really profound or meaningful. If it is, it better speak louder and more clearly. Subtle is not going to work with the little amount of sleep this mama's had lately.

Anyway, the first coincidence is that one of my fav mommy bloggers that I've mentioned tons of times on here titled her last post "Fashion Sunday on Saturday." Remind you of anything? That seems like a HUGE coincidence and its made me wonder if maybe? perhaps? she's swung by here on Meanie Mom and seen my FFF on Saturday post and it stuck in her subconscious somewhere.

OR, perhaps it is just a plain old coincidence- which is probably the better of the choices considering the long, dark, road my mind took while wondering/obsessing why she wouldn't comment or follow. It's a sick little neighborhood, my mind.

The second coincidence came when I was reading another blogger that I love. Remember how my last post mentioned 90's fashion? Well, I wrote that on Tuesday and published it on Thursday night. On Friday, Big Mama wrote here about cleaning out closets and 90's overalls. Can you believe it? I started thinking about "The Truman Show" and asking myself if there was in fact, a possibility that life could really be all about me, just as I'd so often wished.

Then the final doozy came when my family and I went to see Toy Story 3 today. Remember how I wrote on Thursday that "Puff The Magic Dragon" just tears me up inside? (I know it sounds stupid, but you're hearing this from a girl who would listen outside her bedroom door until age 12, convinced that her toys were moving around and talking as soon as she left the room.) Toy Story 3 turned out to be a 1 hour 49 minute looooong chorus of Puff the Magic Dragon. The whole time I had a lump in my throat the size of a boulder and halfway through I pulled J out of his chair and onto my lap, just so I could hold him and nuzzle into his little neck while he's still small and willing to let me do it. Because, you know it won't be long before he'll be all grown and boxing up his own super hero toys and stuffed dog and...... sniff, sniff, sob, wah!

So, to sum it up, I've got a message this week about finger foods, overalls, and Puff the Magic Dragon. Maybe I'm wanting to revert back to childhood, when finger foods, overalls, and stuffed animals are part of an everyday existence?

Or it could just mean that I'm way too into blogging right now.

You all have a good night!