That’s Your Opinion

That’s Your Opinion

I attended a charity fashion show last month where there was a purse auction. My mom, daughter and I all bid on purses in between sipping tea and scarfing down tiny cucumber sandwiches. Right before the end of the auction my mom actually outbid me on the purse I wanted just so she could buy it for me. She knew I wanted it, so she wanted to give me a gift. That, or she is just super competitive or has a bit of a spending problem. I'm not going to analyze her motivations, I got a great bag out of the deal. When we came home my daughter was excited to tell her dad about the event. She was going on and on about how...

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Humility is Not a Four Letter Word

Humility is Not a Four Letter Word

I know one thing to be true. Just when you are convinced your child is a genius, they will do something to completely shatter that belief. The universe has a way of keeping the perceptions of parents in check and it usually involves shaking the pedestal they are standing on after their child does something wonderful. Over the weekend we attended a church service where my eight year old daughter read the prayers of the faithful. It was a long reading with a lot of unfamiliar words, but she nailed it. She did such a fantastic job that the priest actually paused afterward to commend her. He said she should be a...

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Better Read the Fine Print

Better Read the Fine Print

My Dad presented me with a coupon book I gave him as a gift thirty years ago. I was thinking how cute it was that I made him a handmade gift as a teenager and laughing at all of the items I included when I realized that what I forgot to include was an expiration date. None of the coupons had dates on them which meant that they were still valid. Oh shit. The coupons include things like "One Free Control of the Clicker Sunday" and "One Free Assist in Car Repair". All of the coupons are things my Dad often asked me to do or needed help with. The fact that I used the word "free" on the coupons implies that I tried...

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Can I Scream?

Can I Scream?

Have people developed an aversion to headphones recently? I have been noticing more and more people watching streaming content on their phones and tablets at the gym without using headphones. They have the volume cranked up like they are lounging on their couch in their underwear, completely unconcerned about whether or not their noise is bothering anyone else. Several years ago when my husband and I were in Atlantis, we were walking through the aquarium when an even trashier version of the cast of Jersey Shore came strolling through the halls. They were blasting music from a boom box hoisted on one of the...

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In the Thick of It

In the Thick of It

A friend of mine recently told a story about being the only mom participating in an activity while other moms sat back watching. She was on vacation, in the ocean taking a surf lesson with her husband and kids. Other moms sat on the beach taking photos and watching while their families had an adventure. The women  documented the event as their families experienced it. Her daughter noticed the anomaly and pointed it out. The tween asked why her mom was not doing what the other moms were doing (or not doing). In this story, the mom explained that she was in the water because she had recently gotten into better...

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Old Guys Dig Me

Old Guys Dig Me

I love our new gym. It's full of old guys and soccer moms. Last week, one of the old guys walked up to me while I was about an hour into my ride on the elliptical. He stopped next to the machine with a big smile and said "I see you here a lot. I come here a lot too, so I like to meet the people I see every day. My name is Jack." I introduced myself but he was a little hard of hearing and kept repeating my name back to me as different words like gent, jan and gin. I finally spelled it for him J-E-N to which he replied "oh, short for Janet!" When I told him it was short for Jennifer he looked at me like I was...

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Potty Mouth

Potty Mouth

I walked in on a conversation between my husband and daughter last night about how all the kids in her class are talking about swear words. I have been hearing about this for months so I was a little surprised that she hadn't brought it up to her dad yet. Maybe it's because they just went to see a movie over the weekend where she spent much of the time covering her ears so as not to hear any swearing. I know this is hard to believe, but she doesn't hear the f-bomb a lot. I clean up my gutter mouth around her as much as I can. Also, she usually doesn't really listen to me. Somewhere along the way she started...

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Negotiating With a Shark

Negotiating With a Shark

My dad is a do-it-yourself kind of guy. He cuts his own lawn (at two houses), paints his own walls (naked), installs his own dock and boat lift (with minor disasters) and does his own bathroom renovations. And for as long as I can remember I have been his trusty assistant. When I was younger he had to bribe me to help, now I have to bully my way in. He is getting older and I don't want him to break a hip or anything. If he did, I may have to figure out how to finish the project alone! My dad is currently renovating the master bathroom at his lake house. It's a fairly large undertaking since he is moving...

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Kiss With A Fist

Kiss With A Fist

Believe it or not, when I was a little kid, I was super shy. I didn't really blossom until second grade when I changed schools. But, my first two years in school were pretty hellish, mostly because I was small and shy, and therefore, easy prey for the bullies of the public school system. Oh yeah, and I was smart. Smart enough that my teachers were somewhat frustrated with the fact that I already knew how to do a lot of the things they were supposed to be teaching me how to do. I was not particularly popular with my classmates or the teachers. I remember riding my bike to school one time when I was in first...

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She’s a Supermodel

She’s a Supermodel

I took my daughter to get her hair cut last weekend. She has ridiculously thick, curly hair. It is beautiful, but when it gets too long it gets tangles. Some are so bad that it looks like she is working on some natural dreadlocks. One day I expect her to walk out of her room with a crocheted beanie on saying "Ya mon." Her hair is hard for me to deal with since I have the exact opposite hair. Mine is thin, soft and fine, much like an infant's. We spend a lot of mornings fighting over the maintenance of the nest attached to the back of her head. I explain to her that even if she can't see the back of her head it...

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