Pretty Woman

Pretty Woman

There are few things I enjoy more than watching people feel uncomfortable. Strangely, I am often somehow connected to their uneasiness. So imagine my delight when I got to experience an old guy feeling very uncomfortable by my presence walking through a casino at 8 am! I don't know how anyone can feel completely comfortable in a casino at that hour but when you think you are being propositioned by a woman in pajamas it's probably super awkward. I was walking back to our room through the casino after dropping off our towels at the pool this morning when I heard one of the interactive tables talking. "Come...

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Elf on a Shelf

Elf on a Shelf

It snowed a few days ago, and buckets of that white stuffed poured on us for a full day. While my daughter was home for a snow day, she decided that it was the perfect time to decorate for Christmas. In theory, it wasn't a horrible time, but I had literally just taken down our Halloween decorations the day before and we still have pumpkins and cobwebs on the porch. My house is like a holiday mullet with pumpkins in the front and santa in the back. Plus, all day I had been laughing at memes on social media saying things like "Snow in November happens because people decorate for Christmas prematurely. You know...

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Driving Miss Daisy

Driving Miss Daisy

There are few things I enjoy talking about more than traffic. I would be a great traffic reporter with my added commentary on how badly people are driving all over the city.  I think a lot of people would be interested to hear about the asshole driving too slow in the left lane of the freeway or the guy who ran the red light in front of Starbucks and almost took out a gaggle of teenage girls in the crosswalk. When I talk to my husband on the phone while I am driving he often has to tell me to shut my pie hole about all of the horrific drivers surrounding me. I am by nature a people watcher and I am fascinated...

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Adventures on the High Seas (or something like that…)

Adventures on the High Seas (or something like that…)

It's been awhile since I have written about our lake experiences. This isn't because we haven't had any, I have just been giving my dad a little break from the abuse I dish out when it comes to boat stories. But alas, there are too many stories to share about the captain and his high seas adventures, so my hiatus is over. If you are reading this, Old Man, just turn off the computer now and go back to watching ESPN or Sherlock Holmes, or anything else. Just avert your eyes from the screen if you can't figure out how to turn off the computer. For future reference, you can just close the lid and this will all go...

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Queenie

Queenie

We cut our cable a few years ago and haven't really missed it. Well, the adults in the household haven't missed it. Our 8 year old thinks we are torturing her by depriving her of 30 channels of cartoons. Nevermind that we have a hard drive connected to our television so she can watch one of 500 movies and television shows at any time. The only time the cable ban really becomes an issue is when a new movie is released on the Disney channel, which is exactly what happened last week. When I picture myself in prison (thanks to Orange is the New Black) it's usually for murder or drug smuggling, not pirating movies...

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Like Fine Wine

Like Fine Wine

My mother doesn't throw away anything. I know this is a common theme with moms - saving memorabilia from life events, family vacations, and preschool art projects, but my mom takes it to a whole new level. If I am ever in need of an unusual object, I ask my mom if she has it before running to Target. My husband used to be surprised by this, but over the years he has come to appreciate it. I remember going to a Hawaiian themed party years ago and telling him to call my mom to see if she had grass skirts and leis. He thought I was crazy until he made the call and discovered that she had both items, and in fact...

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Family Jewels

Family Jewels

A few months ago, my daughter was playing catch with her Dad when she accidentally nailed him in between the legs with the ball. Apparently she throws like her mother. She immediately said "Daddy, I'm sorry I hit you in the privates!" As he bent over in pain she continued talking rapidly. "Last week one of the boys in the fourth grade got hit in his privates. He bent over too. Then one of the girls said her Dad calls his privates the wall of gems. Or maybe it was the dangling jewel. Or the family dangler. No, no, it was the family jewels. Why would he call it that?" I had no words. This rarely happens to me,...

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All In a Row

All In a Row

Life would be easier if everyone would just do what I tell them to. When my family and friends are acting exactly as I want them to, things run smoothly. It's when my cast goes off script that the wheels come off the wagon. I am a recovering control freak. It's a condition I have been afflicted with my entire life. I think everyone is born with it. I mean babies are the biggest control freaks on the planet. They want what they want, when they want it and they are going to scream and cry until they get it. Some of us just never outgrow that phase of life I guess. I am one of those people. Although now I don't...

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Everyone’s a Critic

Everyone’s a Critic

My daughter loves cooking. She also loves eating and has a pretty refined palate for a child. Tonight, she took one bite of the fish my husband had prepared for dinner and went directly to the refrigerator. She pulled out a jar of capers and half a lemon that had been sitting on the counter and returned to the table to top off her fish. I have to say I loved watching this, mostly because my husband has added extra spice, toppings or ingredients to pretty much every dinner I have ever cooked. I am a three ingredient kind of cook whereas he is a believer in layers of flavor. Apparently his cod didn't have quite...

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Sinner or Saint?

Sinner or Saint?

My daughter had her first communion last week. But first, she had to complete her first reconciliation. She had been talking about this event all year and, of course, I had a few questions for her about the process. Namely, when she needed to confess and what atrocities she had to confess. I recall going to confession as a child and debating about what to tell the priest and what to keep to myself. It wasn't necessarily that I was such a bad kid at the age of eight that I thought my sins were unforgivable, I just didn't want to admit I was wrong about anything. Telling the school priest that I had been mean to...

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