If only we had a Stunt Mom

Through blogging I’ve met some very cool woman.  One of my faves is Shannon Colleary. She is funny and writes a lot about how women’s body images and how our sense of self changes through the years.  We feel worse about ourselves when we are young and thin, and finally get some self acceptance when we have parts of our body start to jiggle .  And not in a cute way.  A crude summing up, but you know.  Well, Shannon’s writings frequently get picked up by Huffington Post and on one such occasion she included a video of mine.  It went viral and I said, who is this smart, funny woman who thinks I’m a funny, smart woman?  We had lunch and a friendship bloomed.  I asked if she would make a guest appearance in one of my videos.  She agreed and I came up with the idea of Stunt Mom.  The woman who appears who can do the work you don’t want to do.  It was all improvised and Shannon was spot on perfect.

What would you have your stunt mom do?

 

Questions I can’t answer

Or, how being a mom makes me feel like a dumb ass.  Am I smarter than a 5th grader?  I wish.  I felt like such a big cheese when I was taking small rubber objects out of their mouths so they didn’t choke.  Keeping their hands from open flames.  But, now that they talk, go to school and haven’t done drugs their little minds are challenging my major domo position.

Movies for kids

When I don’t want my kids to watch anymore sassy, put down Disney shows I redirect them to a movie. I saw lots of films growing up that would be good for them, right? Maybe not. “Back to the Future” seems like a family film. Till you watch it and count the S bombs that get dropped. So does our youth cinema watching brain jibe with our older parent watching brain?

Is it because I was actually older when I watched the films?  Probably.  But, sensibilities can be different.  So which films that I thought would be good for kids were and which weren’t.

Which old chestnuts have you shown your kids?  Which laid an egg and which ones landed?

That’s a big turd, little one

In honor of the Republican Congress I thought I’d show you my favorite vlog about a turd.  Cause those pin heads sure have made a mess!  Those poor foreign tourists waiting to get into Yellowstone. How do they gate that whole place off?

I can’t make a brand new video until the federal printing machine is back on.  No, this is not a government-funded blog, it’s solidarity.  (Maybe I could get funded one day…  “The blog to nowhere”  has a good ring)

I also love seeing Viven younger.  AHHH.

the amazing summer get along of 2013

I’d like to take credit for the diminished rancor from my children.  But, not sure I can.  Sure, there are still dust ups, but this summer these guys are getting along better, for longer periods of time than I can remember.

Maybe school is bad for their relationship?

NO Camp Camp

Summer is here and I have my children in a different camp every week!  Well, not really. I was recently accused of “allowing my children to play unsupervised in the backyard.”  Call me guilty!  They have a childhood.

I haven’t signed them up for stuff all summer.  Why?

1) I want to spend time with them

2)  I don’t have full time job so I don’t need to

3) they need to play

4)  I don’t want to have to be somewhere every morning when I do that 9 months out fo the year

5) They need to play  I’m not the first to say this may experts do.

But, just so you can see what I’m doing to these poor kids and call Children Protective services here is a special report.

Oh, with  a nod to my rabid anti circumcision stance.