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  • Lip sync off

    I realize I may seem like a crazed fan posting another Jimmy Fallon link.  I swear, I am not.  It’s just too damn funny not to share. (she says while hanging another Jimmy Fallon poster over her bed.)    

  • My bologna has a first name….

    I cook dinner (almost) every night. It’s not because I am a subservient wife.  I have three children who demand to eat three meals a day.  I know, who do they think they are? Some days we grab take-out and my husband is left to fend for himself when he gets home from work.  Then, there are days when I just don’t feel like cooking and they eat sandwiches.  Bottom line, my husband does not expect a hot meal on the table when he gets home at night.  He is grateful when I do cook. (As he should be) When I read a story about a woman in New York…

  • At your service

    If you could chose one word to describe yourself what would it be? Apparently, the word to describe me is servant. serv·ant ˈsərvənt/ noun 1. a person who performs duties for others, esp. a person employed in a house on domestic duties or as a personal attendant. synonyms: attendant, retainer; a person employed in the service of a government. a devoted and helpful follower or supporter. “a tireless servant of God” synonyms: helper, supporter, follower More That is how my 6-year-old would describe me. He came up with this lovely little title at the dinner table. We were eating, well, they were eating. I don’t ever get to eat an…

  • Family first

    I recently heard a rumor that the reason I no longer worked as a TV news reporter was because I was fired. Of course, a woman wouldn’t walk away from a career for her family. There is no way it was her decision. They didn’t want her anymore. I bet it’s because she is old. She has put on a few pounds. I have all the respect in the world for mother’s who work. It is not easy juggling a career and family. Now, tell someone you are a ‘stay at home Mom’ and they look at you like you’re a leper. It’s a matter of time before we are…

  • A Rush

    Oh dear God, here I go again.  (grabs tissue)   I read about this story online.  It is something my son would do for his sister. (Then, s*** would hit the fan when this helicopter parent visited the school)  The reporter is a little over the top, though.  He is the male version of Ann Curry.  Whispering doesn’t mean you care more.  

  • Under the weather

    I have been battling a head cold for three days. I don’t usually get sick. Then again, my 6-year-old son doesn’t usually sneeze on my face. He was mid-sentence, blew snot on my cheek and finished his thought, “and that’s why I think Batman would totally beat Superman in a fight.” Really? Really? You couldn’t pause to grab a tissue. That deep thought couldn’t wait 10 seconds? A few days later I had the virus that took all three kids out last week. The only difference is nobody is taking care of me. I don’t get a day off. My daughter won’t even ride her tricycle to the store to…

  • Finding the words

    There is no handbook on how to help a grieving friend. There are no magic words to take away the pain of losing a child. In fact, you often find yourself struggling, stumbling, babbling when you should just shut up and listen. You want to smother her with love, but keep your distance, give her the space she needs. What do you say on what would have been her daughter’s second birthday? Many people have said her baby girl is,“In a better place.” No, she was in the perfect place. She has a mother and father who absolutely love her. She has an aunt who moved across country to help…

  • Dance Mom

    I will be a dance mom whether my daughter likes it or not. I have waited for this moment for nearly 14 years. My boys wanted nothing to do with dance. I longed to be a dancer. Actually, I wanted to be Sarah Jessica Parker in “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” Who doesn’t want to skip through the streets handing out flyers to bikers to ruin a snobby girl’s coming out party, get the hot guy and become a Dance TV regular? I am not exactly light on my feet. What I lack in grace I make up for in humor. You have to drag me off the dance…