Where I tell Mother Nature to suck it.

It's been not exactly pleasant at our house this weekend. Or last weekend, for that matter. In fact, it's been akin to a houseful of teenage girls on their cycle being told that one of the members of One Direction (it hurts me to know that I know this crap) has gotten engaged - yeah, that bad.

Depending on where you get your information (and unfortunately, not everything on the interwebs is accurate. I KNOW! Who knew!?), there are two schools of thought regarding whether barometric pressure affects us humans.

Well, gang - I'm here to tell you - IT DOES.

Every time we have a weather change, Shortpants is a maniac. And not a maniac, maniac on the floor, dancing like he's never danced before, no no no... maniac as in he's as unstable as a wolf in a room full of sheep,

You'd think by now he knows what's going to happen when he tries this crap.

 as a Jenga tower in a room full of three year olds,

I don't even know what's going on here, but unless he's trying to move the blocks by osmosis,
 I'd say this is a Jenga Fail.

  as me when I've forgotten my Zoloft and I'm out of coffee.

Yes, I know this is Britney Spears. And it appears she has something caffeinated in her hand. However, we all know how well that worked out for her. Don't fret, I'm not about to shave my head. But I think I've rocked this facial expression a time or seventyjillion.

Here in the merry ol' land of Kansas, Friday was hands-down GORGEOUS. 70ish, light breeze, warm sun, the perfectest perfect spring day. Saturday morning? Overcast. Chilly. Okay, not the end of the world, it's spring after all, not the most predictable season. UNTIL IT STARTED SNOWING. <commence end of the world music> 

We woke up to an inch or two of snow. Which will melt off by today because the high is almost 60. Long story short - I know, too late - the shortest person in this house has been a hot mess, and I am out of junk food to soothe me.

Admittedly, that's a good thing, but damn, kid. You make this getting healthy shit HARD.

So, weather changes, compounded by me forgetting to charge the iPad, equals a whole lot of plans getting canceled. I didn't even mention the barfs on Friday night because that was minor in the cluster that was this weekend. Thankfully, there was not a full moon - oh wait, that was last weekend! 

In sum, Mother Nature could use a Prozac enema. Or hormone therapy. Clearly, she's menopausal. Or stuck in the terrible twos. 

*In searching Google Images for a picture of Mother Nature, everything I found were these absolutely beautiful, ethereal women or these sweet, soft grandmotherly types. I find that very difficult to believe, unless it is a parallel to the exquisite Tom Hiddleston playing Loki. Regardless, she needs to get her poop in a group and stop making life miserable for everyone. Agreed? I thought so.*

Where I remind myself I am not Julie Andrews.

I adore Julie Andrews. First off, she's absolutely gorgeous and a complete class act. I think she is just fantastic in whatever role she plays. And as such, I have aspired to be her at times. I'd love to spin in the warm spring sun, arms outstretched, singing "The hillllllllllllllllllllllls are aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive.... with the sound of muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic!" Alas, I live in Kansas. Not that we don't have hills - WE DO, contrary to popular belief! - but it certainly isn't Switzerland. Nor am I a nanny of a musically-inclined group of siblings. Which is unfortunate, because I would love to be able to give that adorable curly-haired stud on Glee a run for his money.

Who doesn't want to frolic and sing? ADMIT IT. You know you want to.

Mary Poppins is one of my favorite movies. Julie Andrews is a BADASS in that movie! Holy crap - I wish my kid would respond to "the look" like she got the Banks' kids to do! She is FIERCE! And she has magical stuff! OMG! I want her carpet bag o'stuff! I want to snap and my house to clean itself! I WANT TO FLY AND NOT HAVE MY HAIR LOOK LIKE, WELL, LIKE IT DOES RIGHT NOW! I want a super cute young Dick Van Dyke to be all in love with me and stuff! I want to be able to put the maid in her place! I want a maid! I want a tea party on the ceiling! I want cartoon penguins to dance for me and be all flirty and stuff! I want songs written about me! I want every holiday with Kelly to be jolly! Wait. Maybe I hate her. I need to think about that for a minute.

Look at that bitch face. OMG. I only hope my "look" is a fraction of that awesomeness.

Irritated Mary is irritated. But Bert is adorbs, no?

I know I look like this. A LOT.

Teach me, Julie. TEACH ME.

Even though Audrey Hepburn is the face of Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady, Julie played Doolittle on Broadway. Had she been cast in the movie, there would have been no Mary Poppins, so see, kids? FAILURE IS OKAY. To thoroughly show my appreciation for Dame Andrews (you have to be a legit badass if the Queen of England says you are!), here is my rendition of "My Favorite Things" from My Fair Lady:

Not Exactly My Favorite Things

Sippy cups that I find under the car seat

With just enough milk to make a big, foul stink

Strawberry jelly on the curtains, you see

These are not exactly my favorite things.

Discovering all of the stuff in the heat vent

Counting all of the money I have spent

To replace all of the lost pacis you fling

These are not exactly my favorite things.

When you don't sleep

When I have to sweep

Up a giant mess

I start to remember more unfavorite things

And then I start to stress.

And then I look at your sparkling blue eyes

Your grin that can light up the darkest of night skies

The sounds that you make when you're content, you see

These are a few of my favorite things.

When you want to do nothing but snuggle

I don't worry about all the stuff that I juggle

All of my frustration and frowns go and take wing

Because you are my most favorite thing.

Where I Pretend To Be Dear Abby Without Anyone Asking Me For Advice.

Okay, online dating. Millions of people do it. Thousands have found love. A few are probably still married to each other. I met my ex-husband online, and, well, ex-husband. However, if it works/worked/is working for you, yippee! I, on the other hand, am slightly skeptical due to experience. I am no online dating expert, but I happen to have a wee bit of common sense. So, without further ado, here are some tips that, if taken, may prove helpful. 

Disclaimer: This isn't about anyone in particular. If you can associate yourself with any of this - sorry, I'm not sorry. 

Don't be a dick about it. It's supposed to be funny.

1. If you’re ready to put it all out there on the interwebs, please, put it all out there. Truthfully. No holds barred. If you are in your 30s and have a booger collection, this is something I need to know before I consider responding to your wink or email with interest.  If you are looking for specifics, please say so. 
2. Don’t say “any body type” if you plan on not talking to me if I don’t have the physique of a CrossFit trainer.
3. Remember: you CAN be picky. Online dating gives you an opportunity to filter out your undesirables, if they were honest when filling out their profiles. However, if you are looking for someone who, like you, only listens to Pearl Jam – well, best of luck to you in your search.
4. Remember: you CAN be picky, but don’t be a dick about it. If someone doesn’t trip your trigger, move on. You don’t need to message someone (just because you paid for 6 months of the service in advance) to tell someone they need a nose job or going to the gym wouldn’t kill them.
5. Diversity is a good thing. Even if it doesn’t work out, you may find you do, in fact, like music other than Pearl Jam.
6. If you aren’t sure you want kids, or know you don’t, you may not want to look at potential partners who have children, especially when they live with them full time. Duh?
7. If someone takes the time to shoot you a message, especially a complimentary message, write them back and thank them. It’s a compliment, whether you’re interested or not. It’s called manners. Besides, you don’t know how long it took someone to muster up the courage (or how much they had to drink) to send that message.
8. Don’t expect the clouds to part, the angels sing, or someone to feel comfortable giving you their cell phone number after three days’ of messaging back and forth. Think about why you’re trying the online format of dating in the first place – a shitload of folks online have been burned before and probably want to start casually.
9. If the clouds don’t part, the angels don’t sing, and someone doesn’t feel comfortable giving their number or taking yours, it is probably nothing personal – they’re just not ready. Throwing a temper tantrum isn’t going to make them change their mind, but it may likely become personal, leading them to block you and file a restraining order.
10. Making new friends is a good thing. If someone isn’t interested in you romantically, don’t be a dick. (Do you sense a theme here?) Boyfriends and girlfriends come and go (pun intended), but friends are assets we all want and need.

If the above seems just too much for you to consider, well, you still have options. Most likely continuing your asshattery and dickery while remaining alone, or finding a mail-order-bride. Best wishes!