Soooo, a few months ago I overheard someone talking about their Pinterest addiction.  Far be it from me to not investigate a new vice.  What is it?!?!  Is it a new drug?  Is it a new sex move?  What is it??  So, I googled it.  

3 days later, my children were found, dirty and hungry.  At one point, Jason may have placed a mirror under my nose to see if I was still breathing. 

The next thing I knew, I was at Michael's with my 40% off coupon and I came home with every crafting supply ever produced. I've made a wreath, a centerpiece and a framed-scrabble-letter-family-thingy.  I've made a scarf out of Jason's old t-shirts (ok, that didn't turn out so well). I've planned an entire wedding.  I've thought up decor ideas.  I created a 'twig' banister in my mind and now we have to move so our house can accommodate [said] banister. I'm planning a Summer party, simply because I need an excuse to make sandy/starfish centerpieces. I've decided that black paint is the answer to all my prayers and now I think I need to untie my tubes and have another baby because I have the cutest idea for birth announcements. 

I thought I was a pretty cool chick before.  Albeit, not exactly a crafty-girl, but certainly somewhat creative. Pinterest has taken this mom-thing to the next level.  I ain't messing around anymore. Gone are the days when I can show up at someone's house with a bottle of wine and dish to pass.  Oh no.  Now, I gotta get my game face and on and bring it.  For Superbowl, I brought chocolate rice krispie treats shaped like footballs, oh-yes-I-did. I even delicately frosted them so there was white pinstriping along the edges of the football.  The gloves are off and it's show time.  No more mediocre Kindergarten classroom parties. No more casual get-togethers.  No more simple gifts.  It's on.  It's on like donkey kong. 

I'm gonna be busy for a while.   (on second thought...this kind of sucks)  I liked it better when I was ok with being average.  F. U.  Pinterest.