tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86528414829440695272011-11-27T15:37:16.005-08:00A Musing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08298842719815379028noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652841482944069527.post-60407958780550681242009-03-11T07:22:00.000-07:002009-03-11T07:32:37.663-07:00

There is an old sitcom, I do not remember it's name, from the 80's, with an episode that I can relate to.The mom is not feeling well, but ignores it as her kids are under the weather and her husband is ill. Then once they are back on their feet, she falls apart, but the joke is on her. Because when she complains of feeling ill, saying, "I'm sick..." her husband and children complete her

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Ahh Facebook. That fun diversion, that amusing timesuck. It can be lots of fun to catch up with old friends that you simply lost touch with due to geography or other life circumstances. It can also be a bizarre playland filled with people that a) you don't remember or never even knew who want to "friend" you, b) people you remember and never liked, or maybe even never spoke to, that friend you,

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An old friend of mine recently uploaded a facebook post with her "Crackberry", worrying that her son will get pinned too quickly in his wrestling match to be competitive.It is an understandable concern. Parents of athletic and competitive kids work hard to encourage them and also to preserve their self esteem.As much as I can understand these concerns, I can't help but sometimes compare them to

A Musing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08298842719815379028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652841482944069527.post-16749891161345512532009-01-16T15:48:00.000-08:002009-01-16T16:23:38.580-08:00

We at-home moms are noticing a new phenom around town these days, and it is not a comforting one.Men. Everywhere. Chivalrous hold-open-that-door-for-you fellows. I have received more assistance with groceries, boxes, and other random tasks this winter than in my past seven years as a stay-at-home mom. These are stand up gentlemen with no where to go. The best... the brightest... the

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You may wonder where I have been. Stuck under something heavy? Kind of...but not exactly. Well, anyway, I am back. I-I am ho-o-o-ome. Gazing through my window, to the street below, I'm a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow...But I am not a Rock or an Island. I am a walking entertainment and education factory that also functions as a restaurant and housekeeping service throughout the day...

A Musing Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08298842719815379028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652841482944069527.post-64175409015974365762008-11-18T11:11:00.000-08:002008-11-18T11:13:45.741-08:00

Head's Up Everyone...the news on the radar today is so ahocking, astounding and unbelievable that it will leave you breathless.Michael Jackson is...sick.Now how about some real news or at least something that we did not already know for the past few decades...

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Today was a very special day for my eldest daughter Sarah. A day trip into manhattan to meet up with her Favorite Aunt Stephanie to have lunch and see Mary Poppins on Broadway.Being a white knuckler in the congested streets of manhattan, I was none too pleased with the alternate train schedule for track construction which featured missing routes at exactly the times we needed Midtown Direct to be

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I have a bit of a moniker, a signature catchphrase that I use when friends ask how I handle difficult situations. "I have a choice, chicken s**t or chicken salad, and chicken salad just tastes better".Most of the time this approach works for me. I truly believe that while 50% of life is what is thrown at you, the good, bad, and ugly; at least 50%, if not more, is based upon your response.No one

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When Jeff & I decided to have children we were full of ideas. I would be home with our children, and therefore, be able to prevent all of the usual problems that arise in toddlerhood. We would be active and involved, consistent and caring, and would never experience the challenges that we witnessed, with dismay, in diners and aboard airliners alike. So, since you are probably already laughing

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Down Syndrome teen is Homecoming Queen Check out this link at Good Morning Yahoo. http://www.video.aol.com/video-detail/down-syndrome-teen-is-homecoming-queen/3490469585%20-%209%20hours%20ago%20-In a time of mud-slinging politics, depressing and volatile market news, and negative press all around, this story had me tearing up this morning.While there may also be Columbine, there is also Alito,

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Facebook is an interesting phenomenon. It is definitely an amusing timesuck.For me, Facebook is a universe into which I tread pretty lightly. I definitely enjoy catching up with people I was friends with when I was younger, and am always happy to hear about their fulfilled lives and see their kids adorable pictures. I am however, sometimes a little perplexed at all the "poking" and virtual

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Waappp! Obama's middle name is Hussein!Pow! Pow! McCain has a lymph gland the size of Arizona!Waaaapp! Obama might be untrustworthy (what a new revelation, an untrustworthy politician? Oh, that's right, he is black, and his middle name is Hussein, therefore he must be a terrorist!)Pow Pow! Bam! McCain is old and frail and will die in office, leaving Lipstick to rule!Slap! Waapp! Obama voted for

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Let me just lay my cards on the table.I am a liberally-raised registered democrat. I spent many tender years summering as a child-volunteer-envelope-stuffer for landmark campaigns in Florida when visiting relatives in Delray Beach (not DelBocaVista, my Seinfeld-loving friends). And my Great Aunt Mae has for years sat as a delegate to the Democratic National Convention, carrying 40,000+ votes in

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From crying into my tissues at the end of Nights in Rodanthe, the movie that Jeff & I saw this evening.WARNING: Spoilers to follow: Actually, spoilers precede this, in the title, but you really can't possibly have a clue about that unless you've already seen the movie, so what am I blathering on about now...?Ah, yes, movie night with my husband. Jeff loves to do these remarkably considerate

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A few years ago I experienced it for the first time. It was painful and raw, and then it stuck with me like an open wound that will not completely heal. Over time it ebbs and flows, only to return like hurricane winds; at times unexpected and at other times like the train wreck I knew it would be - coming fast - but with me standing there in it's wake - powerless to prevent the wreckage.I am

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My Mahjong Girls & I just finished an evening of laughs and libations, which we historically have paired with our regular game of Mahjong.We have played together on and off for the past 5 years, going into hiatus here and there, especially when two of us took turns postpartum a few years ago. Even when Mahjong was on hold, we still always found time to eat, drink, laugh, and occasionally cry

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Have you ever, just for yucks, googled yourself to see what comes up?After being connected with a few "I-havent-seen-or-talked-to-you-since-middle-school" folks by Facebook, I gave Reunion.com a try, just for fun. And like most of these sites, Reunion tried to lure me to pay for membership with a teaser. The teaser was, of course, a list of the many intriguing and anonymous people that have been

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When a mom and writer discusses Olympic Tantrums, one can only imagine a typical toddler meltdown. Let's picture my three year old daughter having a gargantuan hissy over something terribly insulting to her, such as my demanding we leave the playground as gale force winds and lightning follow us to the parking lot. I can also recall fondly the playdate where she insisted that she was the winner

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It is that time of the year again.Everywhere I go, I exchange understanding smiles with other moms as we work our way through our August to-do lists, which includes everything from school supply shopping to staking our collective claim on discounted athletic gear.If you happen to have a child with special needs who attends public school, this time of year also brings these errands, but along with

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If you have been married for a while and are like most of us out there with a few children, then you have experienced the the combined loss of energy and fitness that often comes with typical life interruptions. And it is certainly understandable. Mortgage, career(s), childbirth, childcare, sleep-deprivation exhaustion, and family time are all bound to combine and collectively shift our focus off

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I'll admit it, I am more than a little intimidated by fashion.This is not a surprising position for me to be in considering that we live in a country where style encourages anorexia, and at the same time names fashion products after forbidden foods.Now, to be fair, I will lay it all out for you. I am a Land's End, solid color, find-it-in-my-size-and-buy-five-at-once kind of girl. I will not

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Hello out there in the blogosphere!My name is Jen. I am a wife, mother, friend, chief cook and bottle-washer. I live in Randolph, NJ with my husband and two beautiful daughters. My blog is all about the joys, pitfalls, and humor encountered in marriage, parenting, family dynamics, and friendship. I will occasionally write about special needs parenting and may also share my viewpoint on current

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