magpie and muttonfly

Are you sitting down?  Because I’ve got news.  No, I’m not engaged – but it’s just about as exciting.  Okay, here it is:  Magpie and Muttonfly has a new home!  [squeal!!!] 

This means no more complaining about needing an account to post a comment.  When someone asks for my blog address, I’ll no longer have to say:  “It’s mapgie and muttonfly … something, something … live-dot-spaces … or maybe spaces-dot-live … I don’t really know, but if you Google it, it will totally come up … “

To Live Spaces, we bid a fond farewell.  Thanks for being our home the last few years.  Even when we did little more than take up space.  But alas, it’s time to move on …

www.magpieandmuttonfly.com

See you there!

Okay.  I’m just gonna come out and say it.  [right about now my mom is wincing and wondering where she went wrong]  Sometimes I read the sensationalized entertainment pieces.  GASP!!!  I know. 

Typically I stay true to the red carpet photos – all for the sake of fashion, naturally.  But every once in awhile, I’ll stray.  It’s always when I’m bored.  Bored and stuck at my computer.  When I can’t take one more edit, I’ll sneak out to the web and peruse various entertainment links. 

And you would NOT believe what is out there.  Seriously.  The things said about Jennifer Aniston are not right.  Who cares if she is going on vacation with her married friends?  Or the latest – that Robert Pattinson smells bad.  Yes, you read that correctly.  There was a whole write-up on the “fact” that a horrific odor follows him wherever he may roam.  Of course, the insiders refused to give their names.  Hmmm… I wonder why.  Could it be because they MADE IT UP?!!!  Who would even think that was a good idea? 

I was totally unnerved.  They should leave the poor guy alone already!  Let him do his thing.  If they want to comment on his work, fine, good.  But enough with the absurdities. 

I had just jumped atop my soapbox – how anyone who writes another asinine story about a celebrity should be strung up by their toenails … their TOENAILS – when it hit me.  It may be drivel, but look who’s reading it. 

Bad llama … bad llama!

Needless to say, I re-bookmarked FreeRice.com.  If I need a reprieve from boredom it might as well have meaning.  Not to mention, being appalled will do nothing.  These ridiculous “news” articles are being read.  And linked.  And commented on.  The publishers are simply fulfilling a “need.”  Maybe it’s time we all lived our own lives – and let celebrities live theirs.  Sure, reporters might have to work a little harder, but in the end, we might actually have something worth reading …

The evil germs that have been infiltrating this city for months now, finally took me down.  And to think I felt capable of avoiding such catastrophe.  After all, I remained stoic, while friends and family dropped like flies. 

I must admit, I wondered; one day they would mentioned a cold, the next thing I knew they were out of circulation for days.  What kind of cold takes you out for days?  Well now I know – the kind that obviously signed a pact with the devil, that’s what kind. 

I’ll spare you the details because, let’s be serious, no one really cares.  But to give you an idea of how bad it got – Friday I was folding clothes when I heard the ice cream truck drive by.  I burst into tears.  Yeah, I don’t know either …

On a bright note – there is a plus to being a light-weight.  I can’t sleep on my own accord in this dreadful state.  So I hauled out a Smirnoff sample.  That one 50 ml Smirnoff Green Apple Twist lasted two nights.  4 swigs – just a little num-num – was all I needed to sleep for hours.  It was a beautiful thing.  Sigh. 

Now, if only I can have a miraculous recovery by tomorrow.  If not, jury duty’s going to be even more fun than usual.  For me and everyone around me …

The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.  ~Gertrude S. Wister

I love hosting overnight guests.  Of course, this may stem from the fact that it doesn’t happen very often – and when it does, it’s always someone I love to pieces!  All the same, I love it; and I love finding ways to make them feel at home in my home. 

If the mere thought of having someone spend the night in your home leaves you at a loss, check out the collaborative piece (yes, it has my name on it, but Mandi helped out too!) over at The Complete Woman blog.  It will give you all the tools you’ll need to be the perfect hostess for overnight guests!