Mother’s Got A Dot Com

Hand painted porcelain by Lei Xue

Ok, the first one was easy - let’s try a little more complicated one: What are beer pong tables?

Are they
A. Old british pub tables, where the pang pong of stale beer has filtered into the woodwork, thus creating an unmistakable ambiance in any home that sports one?
B. Accessories in a game that also features ping pong balls and beer glasses?
C. Large, green tables (painted to look like the ping pong type), with a hole in the middle for the barman, designed to be sat around drinking… beer?

I might as well admit it - I had to look. The answer, in this case, can be found within this post…

Mmm.. I think I’d rather have steak…

I think that if I were a student of human nature, I’d go to Las Vegas. To me, that must be an ideal place to observe people out of context.

From grand Casinos to flamboyant shows, from palace to cheap hotel Las Vegas is very likely a melting pot of all the things that would make it an antropologists dream.

I could be wrong. As a matter of fact, I probably am. One shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, and I usually don’t. I can’t help thinking, though, that Vegas might be all cover and no book…

Still, it holds a certain fascination. I think I’d need a holiday after having visited though. You know, the kind where you put you feet up, maybe read a book, and rest your eyes on something pretty and serene…

I’ve had a visitor from somewhere called Blogshares today, or B$, if you will. I went over to have a look, and my blog is listed… Someone has even bought shares in the thing… I thought I’d gone beyond the Alzheimer Light stage, or that I must have registered while blind drunk or something (ehm… not really…), and tried every email/password combination known to me. No go, so I haven’t been doing things behind my back - that’s always a relief.

I tried to find a contact whatnot, to ask someone on-site what’s going on, but couldn’t, without being logged in (!).

Anyone know? Do they index/list every blog without owner’s approval/knowledge, or what???

Mo is into rank today…

I must admit that the hosts of yesterday’s birthday party may have had a rather rank smell about them. Since every drop of hot water had been used for the pigs, we were left with what we call a “French shower” ( washcloth, deodorant & perfume) to make ourselves presentable for the party…

Which is why today’s MM word made me think of Versailles, the palace French King Louis XIV’s built outside Paris.

In the days of Louis XIV, the courtesans had no comforts within the palace, which meant they had to relieve themselves in more or less discreet nooks and crannies, leaving it to the valets to clean up the mess. (Crinoline dresses were immensely practical in that context…) Water and baths were considered dangerous and the spreader of illnesses, so the obviously rank body odors were concealed with herbs and scented oils (perfumes) and powders.

One can only imagine the stench in those beautiful rooms - rank probably doesn’t begin to describe it.

The king had a bathroom installed, eventually, and in Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette’s day, there were several bathrooms in the palace.

Still, they never washed their hair, and often had it combed and brushed for hours on end to degrease it… Thus the popularity of (and necessity for) those spectacular powdered wigs.

I live amongst pigs, sheep, cats, dogs & brats in nappies, but I don’t think anything I’ve smelled in my life would have prepared me for the rank stench of pre-plumbing Versailles…

It looks like it’s Weird Unusual Sports Week here at Mum’s.

Every year, in June, Sonkajärvi, Finland hosts the Wife-Carrying World Championships…

4 traditional styles of Wife-Carrying

Read up on How to become a Master Wifecarrier, and sign up for next year’s Championship in June!
You don’t need a wife of your own, any old wife will do, and in the Sprint, you can even carry a single woman, according to the official rules.

The most important rule: All the participants must have fun.

See y’all in Finland next June, folks! Must go and enroll hubby in some sort of exercise class, and myself in Weightwatchers…