Monday, February 06, 2006

Corporate Wife

For the record, Microsoft Outlook is the best calendar / organizer / keep your-mommy-crap-together-without-losing-your-mind device in the history of time. Followed closely by Diet Coke, coffee, Twin Dragon Almond cookies and the all too made fun of "me time."

I don't know why I didn't use it before. As it now stands, I can view my life, my son's life, my daughter's life and my husband's life with the click of a button. I can highlite events in more colors than Mother's Pink and White Animal cookie sprinkles. Purple for Mama time. Red for doc appointments. Green for prep time. There's sections for to do lists. There's sections for recurring events. I can invite, dis-invite, bold, italicize and send reminders. If I keep digging, I might even find a maid.

I have no excuse to ever be late or double book again. I can even send friendly reminders to Rex via the "invite to attend" button. I have already invited my husband to attend a "Home Depot Flooring Estimate" event. It's giga-bite-liciously fun!

With all this technology, one must ponder the possibility that we are losing the good ol' days. In my case, this will be the charming memories of forgetting I had to take Stink in for shots and almost losing his preschool place. Or the fun times of telling 3 different people that I could meet them for coffee and then not scheduling a babysitter. Oh, the joys of losing my address book at the park. Or not being on the same page with Rex regarding dinners out. Misplacing party addresses, forgetting about WGA functions or food shopping, resulting in me I'm sitting on the kitchen floor crying that I have no food and no pilot script done.

Well, that ends our unscheduled reminiscing time. Gotta go now and formerly "invite" myself to empty the trash. If you'd like to join the party, please notify me via email. While I will no longer be accepting handwritten invitations, cash and flowers are still welcome.


RisingSlowly said...

Nicely written. A refreshing read amidst a world of lower-case, nut-case bloggers. I'd link you to mine but I'm afraid I don't want to risk sending any of my stalkers your way. :)

RisingSlowly said...

Ah! I ended up linking you. Couldn't believe that your readership still hasn't surpassed 1500 perusers, and your blog is so funny and well-written. Mine, a load of drivel and drama, written mostly at school and accompanied by an internal headchant/mantra willing me away from slaughtering Mr Bad Manners who sits opposite my desk, gets more than a 1000 hits a week. Truly pathetic. Good blogs like yours deserve Yahoo Newsbar Stardom.

K said...

In response to the previous entry: I would like to be called Scarlet from now on, Scarlet O' Cleavage. And whom will you be? Mrs. Rex?

Mama P said...

Mrs. Scarlett - You may refer to me as Mama P. Or as the Dinosaur, Clean-A-Lot-A-Cracks.

As for Stupid, whoever you are, God bless you for your faith in my one day internet celebrity. As Cecelia rolls her eyes in your and my delusion in my internet fame, I look forward to toasting after our Oprah debut! Or Mauri. Or some cable show in DesMoines. Whatever.

RisingSlowly said...

Yeeeeeeeeeeee haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Love this blog. Can't wait for your next post.