tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28105741053370787642012-02-15T23:46:22.933-08:00A place to rant AND rave about kids and the worldLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-69060220298339093272011-07-31T21:13:00.000-07:002011-07-31T21:13:09.441-07:00

I own a cupcake shop now. Been in business almost a year. It absorbs nearly all of my time, which is a familiar chant from small-business owners. And it is the reason why I have abandoned this blog for so long. Sorry, folks. I just don't have time to bitch about anything anymore. I know many of you couldn't be happier! But lo and behold, I discovered yesterday that I still have a lot of

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-89970407762813176932010-06-28T12:07:00.000-07:002012-01-04T11:38:07.869-08:00

Beth Singer, you should be so proud of yourself! As the superintendent of schools for Provincetown, Massachusetts, you are probably under tremendous pressure by all the liberals in the educational and political systems to start teaching our children the ways of the Left as early in their sweet lives as possible. I’m sure that the schoolchildren are getting pretty tired of singing that Obama

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-28571243977274854562010-06-11T21:20:00.000-07:002010-06-12T20:36:57.385-07:00

In 2005, my two daughters were bitten by the acting bug and auditioned for the cast of “The Music Man,” produced by Orange County Children’s Theater (OCCT). The lead role, the actual Music Man himself, was played by Dan Wozniak. The now-infamous Dan Wozniak. You know . . . the freak from Costa Mesa who just murdered two people in Orange County, California, severing the head and limbs of his first

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-54681565246478806712010-05-26T09:24:00.000-07:002010-06-12T13:04:33.525-07:00

This morning, I saw some DISGUSTING video on Fox News. It was a live shot of the oil that is hemorrhaging from the leaky oil well in the Gulf of Mexico. It is beyond my comprehension that so much of that oily, smelly, noxious, chokingly thick petroleum has been gushing into our beautiful ocean for nearly two months now. How can anyone responsible for this disaster lay their head down on a pillow

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-90505897634844048342010-05-09T19:06:00.000-07:002010-05-09T19:09:32.729-07:00

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-68636619536326779102010-04-05T10:37:00.000-07:002010-04-05T10:38:55.185-07:00

There's nothing really worth watching on TV tonight. No need to look. I already did. But your Monday evening doesn't have to be a total bust. If you're like me, you have your mind on summer vacation and are wondering where the heck you're going to take the family this year, right?You'll find some GREAT ideas from other moms at TravelingMom.com's FIRST-EVER Twitter party! We'll be chatting for an

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-53268990532464167772010-03-29T17:32:00.001-07:002010-06-12T13:07:00.663-07:00

Everybody's going "green" these days. It's the new "black" of the marketing world. Hey, I'm all for conservation and sustainability and waste reduction and all that. I am a Native American, after all. But when all that green and granola and tree-hugging interferes with MY life (and I apologize profusely to my ancestors), that's where I draw the line!Recently, the green movement has collided with

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-11935160484100175382010-02-11T14:35:00.000-08:002010-02-12T08:12:12.376-08:00

Have you seen the new teen drama on ABC called “The Secret Life of the American Teenager”? It’s attracting quite a throng of teenaged fans – my 16-year-old daughter, included. “Critics are raving about it!” screams the 20-second promo. My teenager makes sure she DVRs it every Monday night, just in case she has too much homework to watch it live.I had never seen “Secret Life,” but assumed it was

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-35537305611243065152009-12-22T09:06:00.000-08:002009-12-22T09:34:28.834-08:00

I wrote this piece a few years ago, but the sentiment has stood the test of time. It's worth another reminder:This will be the first Christmas EVER without my daughters. When you get divorced and your children are split in two, you know this dreaded day will come eventually. It’s like April 15th in December. Looking back, I’ve been blessed with 12 wonder-filled Christmas mornings, over a decade

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-75032234581030958752009-12-17T16:52:00.000-08:002009-12-20T11:34:29.890-08:00

Image via WikipediaNow that the Tiger Woods scandal is pretty much old news, let's talk about another cheater: Taco Bell! Yep, I bring you another installment of "The Incredible Shrinking Bread Loaf," only this time, we're talking burritos.Drove through Taco Bell today to feed me and my teen. Lunch in a pinch. Ordered my usual bean burrito, and while it tasted the same -- hot, gooey and delicious

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-25322145550621062632009-12-10T14:47:00.000-08:002009-12-11T21:27:01.384-08:00

First off, a BIG thanks to Jouda Mann for his guest post about the Tiger Woods mess. Very interesting take on it, Jouda. You understand men all too well, and I am about to respond to you in my own special way.Here goes . . . OK, Jouda, and all you other menfolk, I know I'm making a massive generalization here, but guys . . . why can't you be faithful to just ONE woman? Yeah, I know there are

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-92070058297948015572009-12-07T16:23:00.000-08:002009-12-07T23:07:55.134-08:00

My name is Jouda Mann, and with the recent upheaval over Tiger getting his jollies away from home, I felt that I had to rebut Lynn’s "Mad Mom" rant, and give a little perspective of my own. She has been kind enough to lease me some space in which to tell my point of view on the whole thing.So here’s how I think the whole Tiger Woods thing went down:The Lead-Up . . . From Tiger's Point of View"All

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-16088113724890680372009-12-01T20:29:00.000-08:002009-12-02T17:20:06.770-08:00

Something smelled fishy from the start. Tiger Woods crashed his car into a fire hydrant right outside his home at 2:30 in the morning, and his wife bashed in one of the windows of his Escalade with a golf club to pull him to safety.Huh??First of all, Escalades are HUGE cars. I don't really see how Tiger could have been "trapped" inside that ginormous vehicle. Besides, how much damage could he

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-28342996559056814402009-11-22T10:06:00.000-08:002009-11-22T10:50:46.593-08:00

I kid you not, the morning after I wrote my "Road Kill Of Another Kind" post, I was taking my daughter to school and saw not one officer pulling over a mom in a minivan, but THREE . . . all at the same time, right there in front of the middle school.It looked like a friggin' sting operation!I understand the profit motive, the explanation that Jouda touched on, that the recession is stretching

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-16579296660604595102009-11-17T12:15:00.000-08:002009-11-17T12:59:27.761-08:00

Speaking of road kill . . . I have discovered that I am living under martial law in my new town. Cops are EVERYWHERE! Especially everywhere where you don't want them to be, like parked surreptitiously behind trees in the morning when you're driving your kids to school and need to break a few rules of the road to get them to class on time.I fired off this picture last week. When I first saw this

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-1569330389312218372009-10-29T15:03:00.000-07:002009-10-29T23:47:04.614-07:00

One thing’s for certain when you move to a small town: You can expect to see more dead animals in the road. It’s simple math. The less populated a city is with two-legged creatures, the more living space there is for the four-legged variety.About the second week I moved here, I noticed a dead raccoon on the side of the road right around the corner from my home. Poor guy, I thought. Poor BIG guy.

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-56467440538681256482009-10-25T10:11:00.000-07:002009-10-25T10:14:49.021-07:00

I rarely check my Facebook account. I don't like all that responsibility. But it's amazing what I find when I do finally poke my head in. Here's a fun little video I discovered there from a friend who sent it to me this morning:

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-34029527658303643772009-10-15T14:33:00.000-07:002009-10-15T19:27:04.499-07:00

I found this on my lawn this morning. Sometimes, words aren't necessary. This picture says it all. In case you couldn't read the sign, here it is real close:

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-14317937801692842432009-10-03T09:38:00.000-07:002009-10-03T10:33:29.893-07:00

Your home is supposed to be a safe place, a refuge from the stresses and storms of life. You shut your front door at night and gather around the warmth of kinship to relax, refuel and recharge. It feels so good to be home.But for one out of every four women in this country, home is anything but safe. When she closes her door – reluctantly -- to the protection of the outside world, it triggers

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-24620142257767141562009-09-24T10:35:00.001-07:002009-09-25T09:13:52.581-07:00

This past weekend, I took a very long drive down to my old stomping ground in Southern California. My daughters had a scheduled visitation with their father and I had some business to take care of. At the top of my "To Do" list was getting my hair done. Yeah, I know. Seems like a long way to go for a few highlights. But you have to understand . . . I have been going to my stylist for more than

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-54871102499595978492009-08-25T21:19:00.000-07:002009-08-25T21:56:09.041-07:00

Hello . . . I'm back. And I'm all fired up again. Has anyone ever had a bad experience with ADT? If so, please respond. I'm trying to get a feel for how many potential plaintiffs there may be out there for a class-action lawsuit. These people are crooks! Which is ironic, considering that the whole thrust of their business is to keep the crooks out of our homes. Little did I know that I was being

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-89431552275104046052009-06-26T07:55:00.000-07:002009-06-27T09:10:33.602-07:00

This morning, some very inconsiderate early-riser jarred me out of my sleep. This person was parked right outside my open window and had the car radio cranked up pretty high. My first reaction after the initial shock of being stunned awake was anger. The sun had just risen and you want to hear birds chirping at that hour, not music blaring from car speakers.But then I listened, and my anger

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-62255456301747472232009-06-25T07:07:00.001-07:002009-06-25T07:12:50.787-07:00

I'll be back Tuesday with something to bitch about, I'm sure!

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-87081020570752219722009-06-19T14:22:00.000-07:002009-06-21T08:02:57.930-07:00

For once, I find myself in a position where I have nothing to whine about. All is right with my world. It might have something to do with this video that my friend just sent to me. It makes me happy and hopeful that there are people out there like this, intent on uniting the world instead of dividing it.And I say this on a day when news has reached us that North Korea has a nuclear missle pointed

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-59422099143011989642009-06-10T21:41:00.000-07:002010-02-21T23:01:31.270-08:00

Softball is a great sport for young girls. Even for old girls, like me. I played softball for 30 years, believe it or not. (And no, I’m not a lesbian!) I know what you’re thinking: “I didn’t know they had leagues in the womb!” But really, I’m a lot older than I look. I usually tell people that I’m 39.99, plus shipping and handling.Really, though, I love softball. I was a fast-pitch pitcher, and

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-50693555054775852732009-05-24T10:09:00.000-07:002009-05-24T10:29:34.629-07:00

I won’t argue that the Del Taco horse is beaten and long dead. Trust me, I don’t want to resurrect that big stink! But you may have missed the last few responses that have trickled in. FINALLY, my people have come out of the shadows in my defense. Where the HELL have you been? You left me all alone, defending myself against an angry mob with nothing but a sharp tongue. Anyway, I’m glad you

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-59634761527669530442009-05-18T10:47:00.000-07:002009-05-21T13:13:18.861-07:00

Last night, as I was reading some of the inspirational and truly moving responses provided by my newest fans, The Farkers, the floor beneath me rumbled, then my office chair started shaking, then the walls took on a life of their own. My first thought was, "OMG, the angry Farker mob is coming to get me!"Then I heard my daughter scream, "Earthquake!" and it shook me out of my reverie. (Learn more

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-79640927230293361822009-05-17T14:15:00.000-07:002009-05-18T11:34:41.879-07:00

First off, welcome to my blog. Glad you found me in the dark of night, even if you were carrying torches and pitchforks. Nothing like a public lynching to get your day off to a good start!I thought it best to create a separate blog to respond to all your responses, so here goes:Look, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. So while I could react very defensively to some of the vicious,

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-69589975237468733862009-05-13T13:39:00.000-07:002009-05-13T14:13:14.317-07:00

Wouldn’t we all love to go back in time to when we were 17 and make decisions that could have altered the courses our lives ended up taking? That’s the premise behind Zac Efron’s new movie, “17 Again.”Nice premise. But here’s the problem (and you’ll want to click out of this quickly if you haven’t seen the movie and you don’t want to know what happens in the end): Zac’s character got his

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-15460950424164130002009-05-08T15:48:00.000-07:002009-05-17T12:49:43.398-07:00

I usually don't like chain e-mails -- jokes and videos and inspirational thoughts that have been around the Internet and back a zillion times. But every now and then, I get a jewel, like this one. And a timely jewel it is, too. Happy Mother's Day to every woman who has stretch marks to prove it. Enjoy! 25 REASONS I OWE MY MOTHER1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE: "If you're

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-85689860063077132742009-05-03T15:08:00.000-07:002009-05-17T13:56:55.279-07:00

For about a year, I’ve noticed this trend toward downsizing in grocery stores. "Downsizing” is really not the right word. It’s more like "fraud," as more and more food and product manufacturers try to fool consumers into thinking that we should continue to shell out the same amount of money – or more -- for less of something.Do they really think we’re that stupid?Well, we must be because we

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-72485405362703319072009-04-27T16:54:00.001-07:002010-02-21T23:07:34.726-08:00

Did you hear the EXCITING news?? Nadya Suleman (a.ka. "Octomom") got a tattoo to pay tribute to her eight brand-spanking-new babies.Forget the Swine Flu outbreak. This is, by far, so much more newsworthy!I just have one question: While "Mom of the Year" was spending hours at a tattoo parlor, exposing her flesh in a tight shirt and pursing those collagen-infused, sausage lips for the cameras, who

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-62716251899824471482009-04-24T09:03:00.001-07:002009-05-18T22:49:30.588-07:00

Image via WikipediaYesterday, I was out and about with my two daughters, mid-afternoon, and they had the after-school munchies, so we stopped at the first fast-food haunt we saw – Del Taco. We order, pay, and drive off. Ten seconds later, my 11-year-old in the back seat asks, “Mom, what does ‘I bagged a hottie’ mean?”Come again, sweet little girl who shouldn’t be saying such things?!She handed me

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com89tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-69589065753954586212009-04-15T09:52:00.000-07:002009-04-17T13:46:23.787-07:00

You recognize these car stickers, don't you? For some bizarre reason, motorists feel compelled to let everyone know how many kids and pets they have, and what all their names are, too. Yeah, they provide some light entertainment when you're stuck behind that mini van at a long light. Come to think of it, I'd like to see Octo Mom's custom decal showing off her 14 children. Not sure the back window

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-48814091558040588072009-04-09T18:54:00.000-07:002009-04-15T10:32:10.256-07:00

If you're not an "American Idol" fan, you will be after watching the video in the post BELOW THIS POST. (For some reason, I couldn't include this block of copy and the video in one post. I'm still very blogger-challenged -- sorry!)In fact, I will go so far as to say that you are probably watching the next crowned prince of the show -- Adam Lambert from Hollywood, California. This performance

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-38386085178563906212009-04-09T18:49:00.001-07:002009-06-21T08:06:22.611-07:00

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-48187675666934016832009-03-30T15:46:00.001-07:002009-05-19T09:30:53.448-07:00

In Family Court last week (I was in the area and thought I'd drop by!) -- a place I have dubbed "The Unhappiest Place On Earth" -- I witnessed a case that disgusted me. This poor woman, who was representing herself because she couldn't afford a lawyer, was begging the judge to give her children back to her. She has a 17-year-old son and a 14-year-old daughter.Apparently, she was the primary

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-43703033213688976072009-03-26T06:54:00.000-07:002009-03-26T06:56:53.253-07:00

Lindsay Lohan (via last.fm)A 17-year-old student named Ivan posted the following comment on my blog, "Careful -- The Kids Are Watching!""im writing an important essay about the effect of society and media on the people and while doing my research i found your site i strongly identify with you and i really like what you talk about so i wanted to ask you: what is the negative effect of society and

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-70559946571197071292009-02-10T22:44:00.000-08:002009-05-19T09:29:55.447-07:00

I sent a complaint to the CEO of Justice (you'll need to read the previous blog to understand this post). It didn't get past the Customer Relations Department, but at least they took the time to acknowledge my complaint and respond. The ball has been smacked back into my court. Here's what they said:Thank you for contacting Justice in regards to your recent experience. On behalf of Justice, I

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-17281574202984064642009-02-03T06:19:00.000-08:002009-02-04T14:51:47.134-08:00

Image via WikipediaYesterday, I went into a young girls' clothing store called "Justice" to return a sweater that I had bought my daughter for Christmas that she was too afraid to tell me she hated and would never wear. The tags were still on it! (What is it about mothers turning into fashion failures after they have kids?)Anyway, I walked up to the register and standing behind it with a pretty

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-14022104967190949922009-01-13T06:30:00.000-08:002009-01-13T06:46:32.315-08:00

Image by crafterm via Flickr Miss me? I took nearly an entire month off from whining. Didn't want to dampen the holiday spirit. But my ex-husband did something so idiotic, that I have to blog about it. Over New Year's, he took my daughters to France for a ski weekend. I guess there is no drinking age in France. Children of any age can just walk into bars and order a tall one. On New Year's Eve,

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-38433455784919023762008-12-22T08:50:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:20:27.437-08:00

Image via Wikipedia We're addicted to our cell phones. They're cupped in our hands, stashed in our pockets, wrapped around our ears, waiting on our nightstand for us in the morning . . . they are always, always close by and within reach. God forbid, we should miss a call or a text message.We love our cell phones so much, that now we are taking them with us to the other side. Believe it or not,

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-6649151755054080152008-12-10T06:12:00.000-08:002008-12-11T12:45:03.154-08:00

Image via Wikipedia Now that I'm done whining about a few things, I think it's time I started enlightening you. Offer up some real-world advice for raising kids in this tech-savvy, cyber-obsessed world that, unfortunately on so many counts, is here to stay. I'm not adopting an "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" mentality. It's more of an "if you can't beat 'em, stay way ahead of 'em"

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-22853127965611025862008-12-09T15:03:00.000-08:002008-12-09T19:16:45.285-08:00

Today I'm not mad. I'm broke. Paid my property taxes -- OUCH! What I don't get, though, is why we are forced to shell out money for taxes during the two months of the year when most people are short on cash -- December and April -- Christmas time and Federal income tax time.Who was the genius who came up with this idea?Related articles by ZemantaProperty tax collections up 2% as Wed. deadline

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-60115985301924104572008-11-26T07:49:00.000-08:002008-11-26T07:55:17.489-08:00

Image via Wikipedia Today, I’m not so mad. Sorry to disappoint you. How could I be in any other mood but a jolly one? Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, the most glorified dinner of the year. People all over the country will be taking planes, trains and automobiles to sit at the table with loved ones – and those folks you have to put up with once a year. Whatever your plans, I wish you a relaxing, warm

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This blog is aimed directly at parents. (In fact, if I could shoot a few of you, I would.) This weekend, I experienced two incidents that really disturbed me. My daughters and I were shopping, and this little girl walked by me, she must have been 7 years old, tops. Cute little thing, except she was wearing this T-shirt that shouted in big, bold letters: “I LOVE FRAT BOYS!”What?? Does she even

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Image by ehnotsomuch42 via FlickrI haven’t posted a blog in almost a week. That means my blood pressure is down and all is right with the world – if you’re not counting the recession, rising unemployment, Wall Street woes and the GM bailout. Then last night, I found my next blog post. My teen was on a website called Meez. You ever heard of it? Basically, it’s a chat room where you can create an

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Image via WikipediaA woman named Emptynester, who responded to my last blog, said she was TP'd and doesn't have children. (So much for my daughter's theory!) She thought the attack on her home was outright malicious vandalism. So it got me thinking: Does the law consider TPing someone's house an act of vandalism?I went straight to the source and called the local police department. According to

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Image via WikipediaOver the weekend, my neighbors got TP’d. Their trees and lawn were covered in a blanket of snowy, white tissue. In Maine, this spectacle might have looked quite ordinary this time of year. But with 80-degree temps in November in Southern California, trust me, white is not the color our lawns should be wearing. My shock immediately turned to sympathy. Whatever that family had

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-6485895550638822882008-11-11T20:57:00.000-08:002008-11-11T21:44:05.419-08:00

Something's been nagging at me all day. It's Veteran's Day, as you all know, and I really didn't pay enough tribute to the veteran in my life -- my own father.I told you in the previous post that he fought in the Vietnam and Korean Wars. I was a tween then, and going off to war was just my father's job. It's what he did. Some people's fathers work in construction, some are lawyers, some fight

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Image by J.H.Gray via Flickr Today is Veteran’s Day. For most parents, this means a day off of work, no school for our kids and for the lucky ones, the tail end of a four-day weekend. Before you motor over to the park with your children or meet a friend for a matinee, give some thought to why you are able to enjoy these wonderful freedoms that we Americans have. Freedoms that look so tantalizing

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-47085583403928849892008-11-05T09:46:00.000-08:002009-05-19T09:36:36.048-07:00

Image via WikipediaOK, OK, so Obama won the election. Convincingly, I suppose. OK, OK, so it was a slaughter! Whatever, Dad! Clearly, this country is demanding a change, although, as a Republican, it feels more like a revolution today. I am willing to give him a chance. What choice do I have? Who knows? He could be great. He’s young enough, he’s smart enough and he has a phenomenal speech writer.

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Image by It's Our City via Flickr My father is an extremely annoying man. He stirs up controversy and trouble wherever he goes because all he ever talks about is politics. Today, my annoying father will be at the top of his game. He has been waiting, rabidly, for this day all year because he is convinced that there will be a dramatic and righteous change of the guard, that Obama will be

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-70170821992499606922008-11-03T09:23:00.000-08:002008-11-03T09:39:21.945-08:00

Image via Wikipedia This morning, I was driving my teen to school and we were flipping through the various radio stations. My teen settled on 102.7 KISS FM, hosted by the busiest man in entertainment -- Ryan Seacrest. He was taking a call from a woman who was complaining about how her husband had cheated on her multiple times throughout their marriage. So, she told Ryan, she decided to have an

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-62214555751316803772008-11-01T20:32:00.000-07:002008-11-02T21:11:19.031-08:00

So, is everyone as happy as I am that Halloween is over? I no longer feel obligated to open my door to complete strangers begging me for a sugar high. I actually ran out of candy this year, how about you? I knew things were desperate when I started rummaging through my pantry for anything worth giving away. I had given away all the treats. It was time for some tricks. I imagine there were a few

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-54691034217272192392008-10-31T09:26:00.000-07:002010-01-06T00:28:29.881-08:00

Today, bloggers all around cyberspace are most likely going to post something about Halloween. So I'll fall into line, too. I've read enough mom blogs to know that moms are not very happy about the costume choices available for our children. Our options are either inspired by Disney or by Penthouse. Not much in between. My 15-year-old wanted to be a bumblebee this year. Cute idea. But the $29.99

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-2276417217753652152008-10-29T12:04:00.001-07:002008-11-04T06:47:17.191-08:00

Image via Wikipedia I promised that this blog wouldn't be one big rant against society and what's happening to our kids. In keeping with that promise . . . yesterday was a beautiful day. A bella day (I don't really know Italian, but I think that's the right word for "beautiful.") Yes, times are tough. Layoffs are all around us. The stock market is on a frightening downturn. Retirement accounts

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-78164520762216354942008-10-26T20:13:00.001-07:002008-11-04T06:45:05.169-08:00

Image via Wikipedia OK, moms . . . I know you’ve heard this song, and I wonder if it bothers you as much as it bothers me. It’s a very popular, overplayed tune called “Paper Planes” by MIA. ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sei-eEjy4g) When you first listen to it, it has a cool sound, a catchy tune and the singer belts it out in a very distinctive voice, I'll give her that. You can’t help but

Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05829919538797463802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810574105337078764.post-61048860156423318242008-10-20T21:20:00.000-07:002008-11-04T06:39:38.173-08:00

Image via Wikipedia I’m a bit of a dinosaur when it comes to pop culture. I don’t have an iPod, and never will. The whole Nintendo phase blew right by me. (Now what is it, Xbox or something?) Two years ago, I was forced to buy a DVD player after Blockbuster stopped carrying VHS tapes. I can’t stand Rap music and how it popularizes the denigration of women to a repetitious, hypnotic beat. As my 11

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