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Around the www
I received a comment from an angry reader that started with “Are you kidding me?” Yes, ma’am. I am usually kidding. You need to buy panties with stronger elastic. I am not in the mood for anonymous insults. When you work in TV news you have to put up with a lot of BS. Comment: “I don’t like your haircut.” Response: Thank you for your feedback. Comment:“You’re a dumb pig.” Response: “Thank you for your feedback.” Comment: “Your newscast is so painful it makes my eyes bleed.” Response: Thank you for your feedback. I can assure you the reporter, anchor, producer, etc. is thinking something completely different. If the walls in…
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Come on a my house
If I were writing a Facebook status I would choose the annoyed emoticon. Then, I would post a picture of dinner and a candid shot of my kids. After an hour I would check back and question why more people haven’t “liked” my status. What the hell! That’s a cute picture. I am annoyed with myself for caring what someone thinks about my house. I don’t live in a shack, but it’s not a mansion. There are scratches, dents and dings on the walls, evidence that three children live here. We have picnics and tea parties on the carpet. Matchbox cars and toy trains race on the hardwood floors. I…
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Hello, Newman
It’s quite appropriate that I would find this when cleaning out my son’s backpack this morning. If you haven’t been following along the crossing guard at my son’s school hates me. Doesn’t the Starbucks barista hate her too? Yes, there are one or two or twenty people who dislike me. Whatever. It’s not my fault. The crossing guard is becoming my “Newman.” We greet one another with a smile and suspicious glare. Our encounters have stretched beyond her crosswalk territory. On Friday I decided to take the kids for ice cream after school to celebrate their first week. I also wanted a coffee, but that wasn’t why we went.…
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Hurry Up!
It’s time to slow down. I am guilty of repeatedly telling my kids to “hurry up.” In fact, I said it twice this morning. “Hurry up and get dressed.” “Hurry up and eat your breakfast.” A friend shared this article from The Huffington Post on Facebook. (Yes, old folks haven’t made the transition to Instagram and still use The Facebook.) It literally brought me to tears. Then again, these days I cry when we run out of ketchup. (Hormones + Baby starting pre-school = emotional wreck) Here is an excerpt of the article: The Day I Stopped Saying ‘Hurry Up’ Rachel Macy Stafford When you’re living a distracted life, every…
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Sheep Protest
I find many protests laughable. I covered my fair share while working in local news. It’s the same group of people at every one. I don’t know if they are passionate about the cause or just unemployed. If you want to make a difference donate to a charity or volunteer. Besides, do you really think holding a poorly made sign on a street corner is going to convince the President of the United States to end a war? I’m just sayin… This protest really made me chuckle:
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Cheesy Potatoes
When my husband and I were first married I boiled steaks. I am not kidding. I had no idea how to cook. My Mom wasn’t exactly a gourmet chef. We knew dinner was done when the smoke alarm went off. My Dad usually cooked. He is incredible and has taught me a lot. He is also difficult to please so I was amazed when he complimented a recent dish I made. I found this recipe online for Cheesy Potatoes. It’s too good not to share. Here is the recipe: 2 lbs. frozen hash browns thawed (diced) 1 cup butter 1 cup sour cream 1 can cream of chicken soup 1…
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Fashion police
I don’t want my daughter to dress like a whore. Unfortunately, fashion designers have another plan for her and millions of other children. My daughter will be 4 in October, but is already outgrowing a size 5T. She is tall for her age. I’m not exactly short. The little kid section has racks of pretty dresses, tops and bottoms with matching accessories. In many stores the big kid department has shirts covered in lace, metal studs and glitter. Call me old fashioned, but I want my daughter to look like a lady and not like Elizabeth Berkeley in Showgirls. It is not going to be easy to find school clothes.…
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Fancy food
We had big plans tonight. The entire family was going out to dinner. We were tired of just hearing stories about restaurants that serve food on plates instead of baskets and put cloth napkins on tables. We were gonna take the kids to see one of them fancy joints. It may not seem like much to people without children. It is a huge deal. I made sure the entire family was dressed like Jcrew models. Well, with the exception of pairing red, orange, purple and green in a single outfit. I have said it before and will again. The models in the catalog always look great, but when I mix…
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Cut her off!
You never get a second chance to make a first impression. So, to a group of people I met last night I may forever be known as that woman who kept spilling her drink. I went to an event to raise money for a children’s charity called Spirit Fund. It was held at the restaurant Pier 45. There was a wine sampler, but I ordered a frozen margarita. Look, it’s my favorite drink and I rarely get to enjoy one. I swear the waitress gave me a trick glass. Every time I tried to take a sip my slushy beverage dribbled down the stem. Twice it poured out of the…
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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…