Hobo Mama or Don't Come Cryin' to Me

The days and nights of an overworked, overfed, underpaid, underslept mom who adores her kids even when they suck.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Displaced Family Home Evening

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One Monday in April we drove past the LDS Temple here in Boston on our way home from taking Dave to the airport. It was almost 8pm and there...
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Friday, June 26, 2009

"Mama-say Mama-sah Mama-kusan!"

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Pretty Young THING Okay, I have to echo every person I hear in the media and say that Michael Jackson's music has been a soundtrack of ...
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Saturday, June 20, 2009

Father's Day Cards: When You Don't Care Enough to Send the Very Best

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I heard a comedian once doing a bit about going to buy a birthday card and being freaked out by the overabundant variety of categories. Asi...
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Thursday, June 18, 2009

Zen Citrus, Indians, & Neon Casts

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Jonah's school requires several hours of community service each semester, and we decided to finish them off with a good old fashioned le...
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

"Nobody's Mad..."

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Several years ago we went on a trip with Dave's sister Steph and her husband Jeff. There she introduced me to one of my favorite phrases...
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Heeding Barbie's Sage Advice

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[From time to time I blog for The Exponet ( http://the-exponent.com/ ). Here's the one I did last night.] So I have issues with iPhones....
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Monday, May 25, 2009

Magnum Al P.I.

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Last week Emily CC tagged me to do the following: 1. Go to your documents/pictures 2. Go to your 6th file 3. Go to your 6th picture 4. Post ...
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I stay home full time with my 4 kids but I am not a full-time mom. That would mean that being a mom was my job, my life, my raison d’etre. And it isn’t. Not that I have really exciting important stuff going on. But I like to keep my options open. So my job is to train my kids to do their own thing. I refuse to ever play Barbies or video games with them, because if I did it once, they’d expect it of me every day. And if I played with them all day, when would I chat with my friends? When would I mess with photoshop? When would I read TV Guide?
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