Archive - June 2012

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Shopping With Kids
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Muskoka Woods
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Yell At Your Own Kid, Not Mine
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Karma Cleanse
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My Mandate To Hydrate
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A Penchant For Invention

Shopping With Kids

  I used to love to shop; back when I had money and time and the energy to remain upright for several hours in a row. Now when I shop, usually with two kids, I get in and out as fast as possible, often forgetting items — like an entire grocery bag, left behind on the conveyer belt. I figure as long as I make it out of the store with coffee, chocolate and two children (preferably mine), I’m winning. Shopping with BOTH kids is…busy. Though my son is handy to have along. He entertains his sister and drives the cart; which is usually a great help (minus the time he “shinned” that lady). Shopping with JUST my nine year old son is…chatty. He likes to discuss every item that goes into the cart. He always brings along his wallet in case he spots a ‘must-have item’ but rarely buys anything; usually opting to wait and see if something of better value comes along. This trait he gets from his browsing dad, not his lack of impulse control mom. Shopping with my JUST my nearly six year old is…chaotic. Look up enthusiastic in the dictionary and you’ll find her blurred[…]

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Muskoka Woods

  Camp songs and campfires, silly skits and the Tuck Shop. I remember camp fondly and know this is something I want to share with my son. Eventually. The issue is, I’m somewhat over-productive. Fine, just put an “s” in front of mother and that’s me. The thought of sending my baby off into the wild without his mama to check on his well-being every fifteen minutes? The horror. When the two of us were invited to visit Muskoka Woods on a media tour, I was disappointed that we wouldn’t be able to go. It would’ve been the perfect opportunity to let my son get all campy WHILE keeping my eye on him. But, his birthday party was scheduled for the same weekend. Details had been arranged, RSVPs had been returned. Our S’more making hands were tied. A friend suggested that I at least give him the option. So I told my son we could either keep the party plans as is or reschedule and go to camp. Upon hearing the camp itinerary he said,  “We get to go on a bus?! Is it the kind with a bathroom on it??” Oh dear. I had him at bus. The kid[…]

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Yell At Your Own Kid, Not Mine

  My “Karma Cleanse” is complete. For the most part I was able to avoid the gossip (pretty much) and negativity around me. But now that it’s over, may I just say… …. DON’T FRIGGING YELL AT MY KID!!! My head nearly exploded keeping that in last week.  I’m not a yeller. I’m more of a cool glance, slow and low toned speech kinda gal. When my kids are in trouble, they get the message loud and clear; no shouting required. This is how I choose to discipline. However, if you find raising your voice works, then go for it. But you yelling at my child (lady at the splash pad!) is not cool.  On the weekend our family went to a local park to enjoy the beautiful day and the cool misty water park. My son, a tall boy, was standing behind a shield you can turn, aim and fire water from at passersby. A smaller kid was actually controlling the shield and the water trigger. Like I said, my guy was merely standing behind it. I know this because I was watching from the distance. This is how I know my child did not squirt the blonde woman[…]

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Karma Cleanse

  I originally called this exercise a #karmacleanse, but then I remembered that purposely using the wrong letters to be cute annoys some people and god knows I wouldn’t want to annoy anyone and have them sarcastically tweet about how “Some people think they’re so clever using two ks.” The level of back stabbing and gossip and PATs (passive aggressive tweets) online is astounding. Whether you choose to participate or feed into it is totally up to you though. If you swim with sharks, you’re bound to get bitten. This is why I prefer adorable dolphins and whales and of course super cute seahorses. I manage the social media end of things for several brands which means I’m kicking around on social media a lot. I am fully immersed in it — the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. The downright ugly seems to have exploded lately. I’m looking at you, trolls.  This ever growing negativity doesn’t just exist online. It’s everywhere—at the grocery store, in the park, in the school parking lot, on television, in the news, in magazines. We can’t seem to get out from under the heavy black cloud of negative ions (science thingy) hanging over our heads. And[…]

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My Mandate To Hydrate

  Gator skin, flakey fingernails that won’t grow beyond the boundaries of their nail beds, hair resembling a wheat field at harvest time… I’m in the midst of a dry spell. What could be missing from my daily routine that could be responsible for this desperately dry situation? I drink at least one glass of water a day so…. oh wait. Mystery solved. Our bodies are 70% water so I’m guessing it’s a tad important. I like water (especially with a little squeeze of lemon) so I’m at a loss as to why I’ve been avoiding it. Laziness perhaps? I have decided to end this drought and made a plan to liquify my assets so-to-speak and came up with a Mandate to Hydrate. I vow to drink water all day, every day for a week, and then *graph my results. The first day I may have overdone it. When my teeth started floating, I knew I had H2Overdosed. Day Two, I sipped water sensibly throughout the day (not madly gulping tumblers-full like a college freshmen at a Kegger like Day one). By lights out I had consumed about nine glasses of water. I felt good; maybe a little bloated, but[…]

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A Penchant For Invention

I’m not a red head, nor do I have a Cuban husband or a best friend name Ethyl. However, I relate to how Lucille Ball relentlessly generated hair brained schemes. Lucy always had a plan and would stop at nothing to see it through to the awkward and often disastrous end. My friends and family always tease me about my “big plans.” There’s a distinct pause on the phone when I say, “I have this great idea. Want to hear it?” Invariably after they take a breath, they listen and offer words of patient encouragement (followed by a very faint snickering, which I can totally hear by the way!). Admittedly, not all of my ideas are gems. My NiftySnail Craft & Activity Kits delivered to parents and grandparents via snail mail took off with snail like speed and then died a slow and painful death (and now I’m stuck with a ridiculous email addy that I can’t seem to shake). My dry-erase freezer contents tracker system and its fancy digital version got freezed out.  The crafting empire I started with my friend Sarah took off, but only for one half of the partnership. Can you guess which half? The half who[…]

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