It's official.  I'm now on Twitter.  I have no idea what to do with it, but I've got an account.  I find that any time I join a new type of social media, I have to sit back and observe quietly for a while until I get the feel for it......kind of like when you were in the 4th grade and you'd let the jump rope go around 5 or 6 times before you ran in.  You had to assess the tempo, the tone....the other kids before you felt like you were ready to play.  I'm currently in that assessment process with Twitter.   

I'm not convinced Twitter is the one for me, though, with its character limits and all.  I'm just not feeling it yet.  I tried to write my bio in 160 letters or less last night and froze under the pressure of the little character counter that was ticking down with each letter I typed.  I couldn't describe my supper in 160 characters, much less my life.  My bio is blank until I can learn the art of being concise.   

So anyway, if you'd like to follow me on Twitter, I'm @mothermuffintop.  You'll want to catch the wave like all of my other 4 followers have done.  These numbers seem to indicate a national trend, so don't get left behind.

Motherhood and Muffin Tops also has a Facebook page now.  Facebook.....that, I can handle.  If you'd like to keep up with the blog that way, I would love for you to "Like" my page.

There's not been a whole lot going on here today, but let me recap some of the highlights......and by highlights, I mean the least boring of all of the boring activities that I've engaged in today.

This morning, while the boys went to a work day at the pool we belong to, Blair went for her morning power walk, because, apparently, the walk we're all going on this afternoon when the boys get home is "not real exercise".   Don't you just love the patronizing tone of a fitness buff?  Anyway, I stayed back to try and tackle some chores that were long overdue.   I decided it was time to clean out the freezers and the refrigerator as whenever you open the doors, you have to firmly plant your feet and brace yourself to catch falling, frozen objects....kind of like a corndog avalanche, if you will.  It's one of those jobs that you tell yourself you need to do every time a rump roast lands on your toe, but you never really stop and do it. 

So anyway, I got in the big freezer first and what a frozen, archaeological dig that was.  There was the big Tyson resealable bag housing two ice encrusted chicken nuggets that no one ever finished off probably back in the late 90's, which had gradually made its way into the bowels of the freezer. Then we had a commercial sized box of pancakes from Sam's that Carson had assured me that he would love for breakfast and he did eat them with great enthusiasm......for the first 3 days.  Forty-eight packs of maple infused pancakes minus 3 packs of maple infused pancakes equals.......a lot of packs of maple infused pancakes.  After those first three mornings, the oversized box has served only as a handy and sturdy platform for packs of ground chuck, pork chops, and boneless chicken breasts.  I didn't throw them away, but, instead, plan to enforce a one pack minimum on everyone until they are all consumed. There were also some mystery bags of fish in there that Davis and Carson had caught back in the late 1800's, I think.  I'm sure that about 7 years ago, they would've been delicious, but now they were unrecognizable under the thick glacier of ice.  And finally, it was with great sadness that I threw away the Ziploc bag full of January snow that Carson had squirreled away.....pine straw and all.  Here in Mississippi, we tend to hold onto souvenirs of the all too uncommon form of frozen precipitation.        

I got in the refrigerator and threw away a couple of bottles of mustard.  For a family who only has one mustard eater, we sure did have an abundant supply of it.  There was a block of extra sharp cheddar, which had a thick layer of penicillin growing on it.  I should have kept in for the next time one of the kids gets strep throat or something, but I tossed it.  The A-1 with the 2012 expiration had to leave us along with some Italian dressing that didn't move when you shook it.  I didn't even look at that date.....some things you're better off not knowing.  All in all, I removed a whole garbage bag full of freezer burned, outdated, dried up food.     

About the time I finished that project, Blair returned from her power walk and was occupying the family room floor doing her butt lifts, sit ups, and planks.  I decided that, when given the choice, I'd rather clean out the "Tupperware" drawer than try to hold my rear end in the air for 60 second intervals, so that I did.  We have this big drawer that is bulging at the seams with all manner of plastic lids and bowls and storage containers.  I'm sure we're not alone in this.  The drawer won't ever close because of all the plastic chaos, so I decided, since Blair was blocking my path to the sofa anyway, I might as well clean the drawer out and alleviate the lopsided lid to bowl ratio.

I did all this while simmering a pot of spaghetti sauce for our "after church" lunch tomorrow, so I'm feeling quite productive on this Saturday.

The boys are home now and we're about to head out to find something a bit more fun to do.  It won't be difficult.  When you start out in the Tupperware drawer, you can only go up from there.      
 

Hope your day has been fun.....or at least productive.