Disclaimer: I was not asked to write this post. I was not paid to write this post. I was not given free product to write this post. This post is–amazingly enough–just a post. It is not some sneaky, reverse-psychological mind trick I am using to actually advertise Pepsi products to you, my loyal and faithful readers, and I am not in cahoots with Pepsi. Thank you for your time and attention. I like Pepsi. I don’t love Pepsi. Although I believe Pepsi to be a very suitable second-best, I’ve been a Coca-Cola girl for ages. Why? I just like it better. Don’t hate: if you prefer Pepsi, I’m not judging…
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No Need To Be Impressed. YOU Can Make Them, Too!
The younger boy did me a favor and filmed me* making a tissue paper flower. Try it. You’ll be surprised at how easy it is! Really! (and there’s a little bit of mom-son banter, as a bonus!) *I also took video of him doing a “how to” on duct tape wallets…but it turned out to be 3 minutes too long for Youtube. Wah. We’ll do it over again; I want to post it on Saturday in case any of you need a last-minute Father’s Day gift!
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The Day That It Paid Off To Be Forty
Last week I had a moment when I was so excited to be forty, and I wanted to share it with you. Normally, though I had a bit of angst when I turned the Big 4-0 in November, I don’t even think about my numerical age because I always feel so much younger anyway. It’s just a number and doesn’t really hold much importance. Until Saturday. I took the younger boy out to lunch after his last band concert. We went to a new burger place, a “fast casual” restaurant. Orders are placed at the counter but they give you a number to put on your table; a server delivers…
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Go Big or Go Home
I don’t do anything small. It’s a personality trait, I guess. My sister’s got it bad, too. Our mom started it, I guess. And, I would imagine, our grandmother was just as “bad”. Individually we are pretty creative, but add one or two more of us and the combination is lethal. Give us a simple task and our brains start to spin with ideas on how to make it better, stronger, faster, more impressive, and shortly after that, we RUN with it. Remember our “Amazing Race” premiere party? That’s just one example. I have been called “Martha” more than once (way more) in my life. I don’t know how to…
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When It Works To Be Unpredictable
Note: This post is part of Fatherhood Friday at Dad Blogs, where all the cool kids are hanging out. (Moms are welcome over there!) Welcome to my visitors from DB; thanks for stopping in! Jim and I pride ourselves on being consistent, steady. We firmly believe that when kids can count on their parents to be consistent, they grow up with a stronger foundation of what’s right and wrong. My sister and I grew up with very consistent parents as well. (And we turned out GREAT, don’t you think?) It’s a proven method. Sometimes though, when the kids are older, it’s good to throw in a little surprise now and…