Usually, I like to write about the funny in my family’s life. Son No. 1 provides lots of fodder for my blog with his love of magic, knitting, sewing, writing books, DJing…the list goes on and on. He is a brilliant, engaging old soul who dares to be different without batting so much as an eyelash.
It happens all the time—PR agencies sending out bulk emails beginning with Dear Mommy Blogger. A few weeks ago an email was sent out to the masses that was clearly supposed to be a mail merge but someone forgot to actually do the merge part and the email was sent out addressed to: Dear [First Name] [Last Name]. Oh the tweets about that one!
I've read the rants time and time again—bloggers complaining about PR people being 'lazy' and 'I'm not just a mom blogger' and 'that term is so insulting.'
The birds in my neck of the woods have been acting a bit cuckoo lately. There's been large flocks flying around in swarms and it's kind of ruffling my feathers because I don't know why. Thankfully, I was a lucky duck and able to catch a bit of it on video. Can someone tell me....is it Armageddon? Or simply natural behaviour?
One of the hottest nail colours of Fall 2012 is grey (thank you Anastasia and Christian) so when I went grocery shopping this past weekend I couldn't help but scoop up four bottles to try out an ombre look.
Spill it! What do you think - Yay or nay to Ombre Grey Nails?
A long time ago I wrote about how to pitch a story idea to a website/magazine. The most frequently asked questions I received after writing it were, "How do I build a relationship?" and "How do I get my foot in the door with an editor?"
Blissdom is coming up and there is much talk about relationships.
Gone are the trick-or-treating days of our youth when parents would send kids out at 5:00 with instructions not to come home until the pillowcase was full. Kids wouldn't wait to have parents check the candy before they started to eat. They'd stuff their faces while roving the streets–but not the apples because of the hidden razors and pins. Also, because apples suck.
So in keeping with the Halloween theme, here are some tips to help keep your kids safe while trick or treating.
I've been a hockey mom for about five years now. First with my older son who then moved over to speed skating and now with my younger son. Between their two schedules, I'm at a rink a minimum of five times a week. Through the years I've learned a thing or two about how to be an efficient, organized hockey mom and how to stay warm and well fed while doing it.
Here are ten rational rules for the rink to help you make it through hockey season.
I just looked at my calendar for the next two months and am now completely stressed out because we are booked solid. This isn't even extra stuff. This is every day school/activities/me trying to have a life stuff and I only have TWO KIDS with each only participating in one activity. I didn't even sign them up for swimming because I'm trying to keep it low key. But now there is us being out five days a week for kids' activities, a weekend away at a skating meet, a weekend away at a conference, writing deadlines, work and meetings.
My kids find apples appealing but since Son No. 2 is currently missing a few front teeth, it make eating them whole difficult. Only, if you send sliced apples to school they become brown and yucky. I had tried the lemon juice trick in the past but the boys didn't like the taste so I came up with this technique to send apple slices to school without having them brown.
Step One: Go out and buy yourself one of these apple slicer/corer thingys. I got mine at IKEA but I’m pretty sure you can get them at any kitchen supply place.
You know when you go into a store in the middle of summer and they've already got their Halloween stuff out and you get super annoyed because it's summer and, for heaven's sakes, why can't they just let us enjoy one season at a time?
I'm about to annoy you.
My boys love SpongeBob Squarepants. For years, it's been one of the shows they can watch together without fighting/whining/complaining because they both enjoy it. Without fail, I will hear them giggling uncontrollably at some point during the show. Usually at Patrick.
People fall into two categories—those who can keep a secret and those who can’t.
The first category—those who can—can also be divided into two categories. Those who can keep a secret at all costs and those who can be bribed. There is also the third, smaller group of those who can keep a secret so long as they tell just one other person.
We leave our children with teachers for a large portion of the day but more goes on in the classroom than you know—sensitive issues crop up in classrooms all the time. I found one teacher who was willing to spill the beans on what some teachers really want you to know, as long as he or she remained anonymous.