Dear mystery woman, I’m sorry. (Image from dailyshame.co.uk)
Friends, something has been bothering me for awhile. Nagging at my conscience, my gut. It’s about a picture I posted on my Facebook page. A picture of a young woman at Starbucks who appeared to be wearing only her underwear (or very, very short shorts). To be honest, I wasn’t making fun of her. I was simply amazed and confused. We just don’t see things like that very often around here. So then, I wrote a blog post, about how she was probably a good mom because her young daughter was dressed appropriately and she was treating her to a yummy breakfast. Still, something felt off. I don’t know this woman. I don’t know her story. So, I’ve removed both the photo and the post. Perhaps that …
A pretty ribbon adds a nice finishing touch!
My sister-in-law Amy recently threw an amazing first birthday bash for her baby girl. As a party favor, she handed out these cute decorated M&M cookie jars. What a fun way to send a piece of the party home! And let me tell you, these are DELICIOUS when baked up. So. Good. Enjoy!
Jar Ingredients:
1/2 cup of M&M’s
3/4 cup brown sugar (not packed)
2 cups flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 cup white sugar
Sprinkle more candy on top
Finishing Ingredients (info to put on recipe card):
3/4 cup butter softened
1 egg
1 tsp. vanilla
Preheat oven to 350°. Empty contents of jar into large bowl; thoroughly blend mix.
Using your hands, mix in the butter until well blended.
Beat together the egg and vanilla and then add it to the …
Image from reallifetravels.com
Bring on the potions
Bring on the pills
Bring on the excitement
Bring on the thrills
I’m plucking my eyebrows
I’m waxing my legs
I’m dancing on tables
I’m standing on kegs
Ditch the minivan
Bring me a Caddy
Don’t call me mommy
Don’t call him daddy
No more Cheerios
No more crumbs
No more boogers
Sticking on thumbs
We’re going out tonight
We’re getting all clean
We’re living it up
Rage Against the Momchine!
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Before you start to worry about me, this is just a little creative expression. I’m a little disgruntled.
I only own mom jeans. We’re buying a minivan. I feel better now.
Mark Segedie with “Baby Bookieboo.”
Blogging for a living is both strange and wonderful, and sometimes, it can be stressful on a relationship. Just ask Mark Segedie, the man behind Mamavation, blogger Leah Segedie‘s brilliant obesity prevention campaign for families championed by moms. (If you’re not familiar with her, start stalking now. You’ll thank me later.)
“Blogging is an interesting career path that adds entirely new dynamics to a relationship. I know this from first hand experience,” said Mark.
Wow. When I saw Mark’s intro to the interview questions he’d answered for me, I knew he GOT it. He’d been there. And he could help others. Because Mark isn’t just a supportive spouse, he’s an active part of Leah’s business. And it’s not just any small side business. In case …
Road trips. Is there anything that brings a family closer together? Two kids under four years old, two adults under 34 years old, and a car so loaded down we were often confused for the Clampetts. “Hey, ya’ll headin’ to Beverly…Hills that is?” Nope, we were heading to Texas Hill Country, off to see family deep in the heart of barbecue, boots and Friday night football. We left at 6 p.m., and arrived at 2 a.m., hopeful that our late-night travels would be peace and quiet from the back seat. Wrong. They slept a total of two hours. Whee! By the time we exited I-35 to make the short trek to my mother-in-law’s house, we were all delirious. My husband was slapping his face to stay awake (after three energy drinks), and the girls and …
I drifted off to sleep in the 6′ by 7′ room, feeling oddly safe in the small cocoon of a space. My bedroom was being remodeled, but I didn’t necessarily mind this new sleeping arrangement. It was just enough room for a twin bed, and a wire for hanging clothes. A cork board hung on the wall, with photos of school friends, and notes from best friends. I was 15. And about to experience one of the most terrifying nights of my life. The wall at the foot of my bed was filled with two old windows that rattled and shook in the wind. Branches from the thick elm tree outside would often scrape the panes, but that’s not what I heard that night. A sound, so muted and quiet, screamed into my consciousness, “Wake up! Someone …
