We are freaky people.
But you knew that.
Do you know what this is?
It is a mosh pit.
As is our kitchen.
We have a galley kitchen. You get 5 people in one space. One mother in a silly mood. One call of MOSH! And you have teh awesome all over the kitchen.
Arms and legs and squeals of delight.
And one delusional woman thinking she can crowd surf by jumping off the top of the freezer…
Here is a tip. Four people and a bunneh do not make a big enough crowd to surf on. Cause they are all ‘oww’ and ‘muuuuum’ and ‘um, honey do you think that is a good idea?’ ‘don’t mosh me mummy!’
Freaking wimps.
I am all ‘What you complaining about? That freakshow muscle kid was lifting more than his body weight at half your age so suck it up and hoist me over your head you pussies!’
I need to get me some hard-arse kids, not these weak Damn Emos. I swear I heard Amy (the bunneh) listening to Escape the Fate the other day…
Or as we like to call them es-carp-eh teh fart-eh – Thankyou Dory.
Meh.
Wanna mosh with me? Just let me load the dishwasher first.








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How bloody dare they not let you crowd surf… wimps indeed!
Don’t forget the laundry too…!
hey… that give me an idea……..
man, can you go back in time and be my mommy? You sound like a pretty awesome mom.
I have counters that face each other…we could chest bump in the middle and then surf through the “crowd”!!
God, you are the LUSTIEST woman. I think I love you and I would like to be your sex slave.
Don’t ya know that’s a little undignified for a woman of YOUR age
lmao
My goal in life is to one day mosh with you in your kitchen.
I think I might be able to have a good time at your place
You’ve given us another taste of your awesomeness!
I’ve got a galley kitchen too, but I never thought about moshing in it. Excellent idea! Minus the crowd surfing part.
Fits right in there with my hot flashes!
You, are a complete loon. Tres cool.
Just add a food fight. Then they’ll stop complaining and just throw an eggplant at you.
Threaten them with
A) sweet potato
OR
B) leaving your bedroom door open
A mosh pit, you say?
*thinks to self sounds like something good for five pre emos and two emos in the making to be doing for their mother*
Of course, I might have children pancakes if I jumped into the mosh pit, LOL.
Now, there’s an idea.
You are raising emos–shame!!
Woohoo! I want my hand stamped!
I have some pretty long hair I can whip around
consider me part of your pit. MOSH pit. Not arm.
lol i forgot all about the mosh pit lol
rgds
muvar
Putting on too much eye makeup and repeatedly dyeing your hair and being consumed by self-loathing and existential angst does not build crowd-surfable arm muscles. Put ‘em to work scrubbing floors and walls and toilets. Then try again.
I’ve got a balcony thing over my living room which is really good for pretending you’re in the Breakfast Club dancing in the school library ….. When you coming over?
Damn weak armed emos. Pfft.
Bloody hilarious image!
Woosy emos.
The last time I moshed or crowd surfed, my best friend (at the time)’s bikini was stolen from under her dress while Green Day were playing. Ah, the 90s.
*giggles* Mummies playing teenager. *giggles*
Ha, my daughter loves “emo style” but listens to hip-hop. My husband continues to call her Elmo.
I don’t think she would let me crowd surf in my kitchen, but you’ve given me a fab idea for my boys. They’d be all over it! But I’d probably wind up with a concussion…again.
Bettina – what be this foreign word “undignified” that I haz never heard before……..
Let’s all Mosh on over to Kelley’s for a fun day.
Sigh! If I tried to mosh in my kitchen someone would probably be dead!
You rock!
Awesome. Freakin’ awesome.
So … which picture of you are we taking to BlogHer? I vote for the avatar, just cause it makes me smile every time I see you.
And check my shoes, to see if they’re Kelley-worthy. (They almost never are.)
You are one crazy, crazy bitch! MWA!
I can help you with the mosh
.
A moshpit in the kitchen??
Throw in some food and count me in!
I had a very similar kitchen back in college! Oh the memories.
I honestly didn’t understand a fucking word of that
Found you through The Redneck Mommy.
It’s taken me about a week and a half but I think I’ve read all your archives. Whew!
You left me in tears of laughter and exasperation at feeling your frustration.
Kisses!
I know what you mean. I was just at the funeral home the other day and tried to crowd surf…you know, lighten the mood. Boy, what a bunch of sour pusses…
For a minute there I thought that picture was actually of your kitchen. I think I need a coffee.
I have been in a real honest-to-gawd mosh pit. I was pissing my pants.
In fright.
I always knew you were a better woman than I.
I am so trying this when my kids are older. lol
I think as long as you avoid counter-diving, you’ll probably be ok.
Expect some PhotoCranks visiting your site who add unseen comments to your images. Evil laugh.
Nothing says family harmony more than a “pit” smack dab in the middle of the home. Kumbaya… oi oi oi oi!
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