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When Watching The Bachelor is Less Mind-Numbing Than Watching The News

I have tried to keep up—tried to stay in the loop of all the drama and competition, the back-stabbing, the arguing, the lies, the immaturity, the stupidity, and the general ridiculousness of the process. But on this cold, snowy morning, I’d had enough. I couldn’t take another minute of watching republicans call democrats terrorist-sympathizers while career public-service workers and world leaders shake their heads, and pundits and constitutional experts call them all mad. And yet, I wanted to stay in bed, snuggled in my Ugg, and I wanted to watch TV. So, I turned to Season 24, Episode 1 of The ...

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The America in Which I Live

Thoughts at the end of the decade The snow is falling. It covers everything with a fluffy white blanket and insulates me from the harsh reality that is the world outside of this place we call Sandy Point. Far and wide are webs of white as snow effortlessly balances and clings to deciduous branches. The arms of evergreens succumb to the weight of white, fur shawls as a million liquid crystals find their resting places. It is so quiet that I can hear the blood flowing through my veins. My America is a Wonderland. Our home in the woods is an exquisite, peaceful ...

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Remember: Trump Grabs by the Pussy

I’ve been scratching my head and wringing my hands for months trying to figure out how and why these elected republican leaders continue to support and defend President Trump. In spite of such clear and overwhelming evidence presented not only in the impeachment hearings, but also through witnessing his ongoing behavior and divisive, childish rhetoric, they continue their vitriolic fight to keep him (and their party) in power. Today, however, in my view from the cheap seats up here in Northern Wisconsin, it all became a little clearer. The simple truth is that republicans are afraid of this cruel and completely ...

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Karma is a Beyotch?

Someone got the memo yesterday. The problem is HE didn't understand it. Ugh! It’s not bad enough I must deal with high school bullies? Do I really also have to deal with a 40-something year-old man who hasn’t progressed beyond a Sabino High School mentality? When I received a message regarding a non-friend’s (aka STALKER’s) Facebook post reaction to my blog about bullying, at first I scratched my head and felt my heartbeat race a little.  But that reaction was short-lived once I read his words because it was quite obvious that he was attacking both me AND my children with the ...

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Bullies BEWARE

This is BE KIND week at Sabino High School. Given my daughter has come home in tears two days in a row so far this week, I don’t think it’s working. Apparently someone didn’t get the memo. I’m fairly certain I don’t have the full story, but I’ve heard enough consistent accounts of what happened yesterday (and have seen/read the evidence) to feel confident in alleging that my daughter was a victim of cyber-bullying. Someone tweeted an incriminating accusation about her, which was retweeted by several kids. Vehemently denying the accusation, she tried to find out why it was written and was ...

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When Did Prom Invites Get To Be Such Productions?

Yesterday I watched my child race into a massive headwind at the tail end of a 300 Hurdle race. She and the other racers appeared momentarily frozen in mid-air as they battled over the last three hurdles to the finish. After cheering her to a second place finish, a friend tapped me on the shoulder.  “I really enjoy how much you revel in your children,” she said.  Because of the wind I didn’t hear her properly. I heard the word “children,” and I thought I heard “rebel.”  I braced myself to learn what sort rebellious thing they had done.  She quickly repeated her ...

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Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Beautiful

Have you heard about the British woman, Samantha Brick, who published an article on the Daily Mail website? She discusses how men often pay her cab fares, give her flowers, and offer her drinks, and why she believes women hate her for no reason other than her “lovely looks.” The article is called, “'There are downsides to looking this pretty: Why women hate me for being beautiful.”  Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2124246/Samantha-Brick-downsides-looking-pretty-Why-women-hate-beautiful.html#ixzz1rBqokb8v  Samantha Brick The article has gone viral. And while it appears to have opened up the subject of women’s behavior toward other women, it has also, poor Samantha, created a firestorm of commentary ...

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Volunteer Burnout Once Again Rears Its Rude Head

Wow. She just hung up on me. My entire family overheard the phone conversation I had with the “mom volunteer” (MV) who answered the high school attendance line, and they witnessed my dropped jaw reaction. I wondered if she always treated callers theway she treated me or if she was simply having a bad morning.  You know, I consider myself an “unapologetic beyotch;” however, I don’t feel that gives me the right to be rude. What I mean by this description is that I don’t apologize for my beliefs—be they political, moral, humorous or intellectual in flavor—and if they disagree with ...

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I Will Never Be a BRECK Girl

Last May after Keratin straightening My daughter ran into a soccer mom yesterday, someone neither she nor I have seen since the school season ended back in February. “How’s your mom?” asked the woman. “She cut off all her hair,” responded my daughter. I wish I could have seen the expression on the woman’s face when she heard this. If I had heard someone had cut off all her hair, I’d think she went a little nuts. Well, maybe I did. Last May I succumbed to my first hair process ever. I had it straightened. And for about five minutes ...

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My Week With Willow

We had the house to ourselves for a spell last evening. It was after track practice. The homework was complete and it was one of the two weeknights per week that didn’t involve soccer. We had an unusually early dinner because Camille had volleyball practice. Dad was, of course, in his man cave working his 24-7 Internet business. So, it was just Willow and me. “Want to watch the Marilyn Monroe movie with me?” I asked. To my delight, she agreed. I admit I was a little surprised. Throughout the week it was apparent that I wasn’t my daughter’s favorite person with ...

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