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Ultimate temper tantrum
We have all been in a store or restaurant and had to drag a child out kicking and screaming. The first time your kid throws a temper tantrum it’s embarrassing. I will never forget when my son lost his mind in the mall and was screaming “Put me down” as I struggled to carry him and shopping bags while pushing a stroller. Why didn’t I just put the bags or the kid in the stroller? Hindsight is a bitch. I was sweating and got annoyed by all the stares. “Haven’t you ever seen a temper tantrum before?” I shouted to complete strangers. By the second or third kid you aren’t…
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What It’s Like to Have a Brother With Autism
This short film was uploaded to YouTube by Spencer Timme. He made it for his best friend & brother, Michael, who is autistic. The video is called “What It’s Like To Have a Brother With Autism.” Grab a tissue before you press play.
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Look at your own risk
My eyes are burning. Geraldo Rivera tweeted a picture of himself wrapped in a towel. Sure, you can look good at any age, but it’s Geraldo. I can’t get past the mustache. A penny for your thoughts?
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Ooops
I would love to say I am shocked by this video. I am not. I worked in TV news for a decade, back when being accurate mattered. Now, it’s about who has the story first. KTVU thought they got the scoop on the names of the pilots of Asiana flight 214, which crashed last Saturday at San Francisco International Airport. They ran with it. Unfortunately, it was a hoax. (The NTSB says an intern was to blame for confirming the names) Trust me, anchors don’t always read copy before a live newscast. Here is proof. This makes Ron Burgundy look professional.
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Life’s a beach
It was a perfect day. Absolute perfection. I took my kids to the beach this afternoon. We swam in the lake, built a sand castle and buried a little girl we barely knew. Well, the last part was a bit awkward. My daughter wanted to bury my friend Nikki in the sand. Nikki, who doesn’t have any children yet, looked at my daughter like she was cray, cray. She actually goes to the beach to relax or read. Can you even imagine what that is like? Nikki was a good sport though and helped bury me instead. My daughter was next, we buried my son’s friend and then a curly…
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Fish tale
It took 38 years to realize I hate fishing. Hate. The preparation sucks. The waiting sucks. Catching nothing, but seaweed sucks. I came to this realization today after taking the boys fishing at my in-laws house. Their home overlooks a river lined with trees and flowers. There are often swans swimming in the water. A steep wooden staircase leads down to a deck, the perfect spot to fish. My nephews are in town for the week from Ohio and fishing is one of their favorite things to do. My boys were excited, too. My 3-year-old daughter wanted no part of it. She opted to stay indoors with grandma, have a…
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Strong as a pig
My son made my husband the cutest gift for Father’s Day. Yes, I know it was last week. My husband got the royal treatment: he slept in and enjoyed Hot Pockets for dinner. Talk about truth in advertising. Hot Pockets are really hot if you follow the directions on the box. My husband had complained a week earlier that, despite having a refrigerator and freezer stock full, that there wasn’t any food in the house. Translation: he wanted instant gratification and didn’t want to cook. Well, since we can’t afford to hire a personal chef and I am not one I purchased boxes of Hot Pockets. I love this Jim…
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Around the web
My daughter’s toy cash register is possessed. It will occasionally begin “talking” in the wee hours of the morning. “Let’s Go Shopping!” It also plays incredibly annoying music. At around 3 a.m. today it kept repeating “Four, Four, Four, Four, Four.” Clearly, it needs new batteries or to be crushed with a hammer. I had no choice but to get out of bed to shut the damn thing off. Then, I couldn’t fall back asleep. So, I played with my phone. Here are a few stories I found on the World Wide Web: Two High School Boys Win Cutest Couple Baseball Game Thunder They Yankees & Red Sox are tough…
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Are you threatening me?
I remember making empty threats when I was a kid. “I am going to runaway and you will never see me again!” I was just mad because I didn’t get my way. Perhaps my Mom wouldn’t buy me the neon orange jelly shoes I wanted. Maybe she told me to turn down my cassette player because I was blasting Janet Jackson’s “Control.” Regardless, I had no intention of living under a bridge. Where would I store my scrunchies and Aqua Net? My 3-year-old daughter is already a feisty one. She recently informed me she was looking for a new Mom. I asked her if she was using Craig’s List or…