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October 2013

One Small Change Challenge: Step #3 - taking accountability for my inaction(s).


I'm very excited to be partnering with the good folks over at Puritan's Pride in accepting their One Small Change challenge: to make one very personal (yet simple) change toward healthier living and then committing myself to remain accountable by posting my progress in a three-part blog series, throughout the month.

In my first post (Step #1 - The Brain Dump), I started by cleaning out the most cluttered area in the house, my head.  In my second post (Step #2 - Permission To Take a Break), I recorded a couple of break-reminders and set them as notifications, throughout the day.

Finishing up this blog series, I was really hoping to share with you some awesome progress in meeting my goals of walking every day and to make time to do things that quiet the mind...but, I can't...not exactly, anyway.

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Teaching our kids how NOT to take a compliment, nailed it!

Teaching kids how to take a compliment

I made a lot of dumb choices, early in life (okay, fine, very recently too) and now that I'm older (never you mind just how old) do I understand that stupid choices, more often than not, lead to making better decisions, later on.

But, don't tell my kids...not just yet...okay?!?

Oh, but I feel it safe to say that anyone who knows me (most especially, IRL) would probably agree:  my husband is an example of a pretty gosh-darned good pick.

But, this post is NOT about him (you're welcome, sweetie!) or necessarily even about me.

It is about my husband AND me, because a bulk of our parenting decisions have been based on stuff that we either:

  • Experienced ourselves, as children
  • We've royally screwed up, as young adults

So, we've tried to raise our children to be all the things that we were/are not and, at the very least, a mashup of our better parts, like:

  • I like to keep things light and encourage self-depricating humor as an art form
  • He is super smart and has good sense, especially knowing when to laugh at my jokes

You know, stuff like that.  Teaching our kids how to take a compliment, not so much.

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Bing translator comes up with some crazy sh*t on Facebook.

Me and my Daddy
My dad and me, as seen on Facebook.

My 3 oldest kids are on Facebook; once my youngest turns 13, I will probably allow her to create a Facebook account, too.

Aaaaand, just like her older siblings, I will also insist that she "friend" me on Facebook, because I believe in being a fair and equally annoying parent to ALL of my children.  

Then, my parents got online and it wasn't long before I introduced my dad to Facebook

It's been fun watching my Dad reconnect with family members (who mostly live in Hungary and Austria) and he really enjoys keeping up with what his grandchildren are doing on Facebook.

Which has proven to be a wonderful filter: don't post anything that would embarrass your grandparents on Facebook.

Apparently, some of my Facebook friends seem to be having lots of fun trying to make sense of the Hungarian to English translation.

I love clicking the "see translation" button on your dad's comments, Bing comes up with some crazy sh*t! The only thing that would make it better is if I knew what he was really saying to compare it to said crazy sh*t it says he said, lol!

Because I am SUCH a people-pleaser, here is the crazy sh*t that Bing said, he said.

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ProTip: Sexual Harassment is No Joke -- Guest Post by My 17 year-old Daughter

Dealing with mean girl and mean boy mentality isn't easy, but discouraging meanness in others, outside the classroom, can be real hard -- especially, from a teenager's point of view.

Unless, we're talking about sexual harrassment and my 17 year-old daughter happens to be within earshot.

We don't often read about young women standing up for each other (or adults, for that matter) so, I asked Heather if she would mind my sharing her story.  She agreed.

So, I then asked her if she would mind writing it herself, which is sort of like my handing over the virtual car keys to an aspiring journalist):

Heather's Guest Post 350I've never been one to stay quiet when it comes to a situation that I happen to have a strong opinion about. It would probably be better for everyone if I just held up a sign that reads something along the lines of "strong opinion ahead, prepare yourself” every time I open my mouth.

I guess I was just born without a filter. Thanks, Ma.

Sometimes it even comes in handy. For example, I was recently involved in a situation that I just couldn’t ignore:

In the afternoons, there are two extra passengers on my bus. Two boys. The two boys have been irritating my friend since the first day they showed up. Every day, it seems, they have to comment on how good she looks, how cute she is, how they like her outfit, etc.

You may be thinking: “Oh, but that’s sweet. Everyone needs a confidence boost once in a while. What’s the big deal?” Well, the big deal is that they don’t say it in a nice, innocent way. Trust me; when you hear it, it doesn't take a genius to detect the sexual implications and undertones to each and every brutish comment that spills from their mouths.

It makes my friend uncomfortable, and, to be blunt, it disgusts me.

So, a short while ago, the bus came to pick us up from school. We climbed on, plopped down in our seats, and retrieved our headphones, ready to drown out the obnoxious conversations that echoed throughout the parking lot.

My friend was looking at her phone, not paying attention to the rows in front of her, when I glanced up.  

One of the boys was holding a notebook over the top of the seat. On the page it said: “I’M HORNY :)"

I was shocked. It was beyond obvious that the message was intended for my friend, but she didn’t see it. I just rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the snickering brats.

Then the notebook rose again.

This time, the page said: “TITS??”

I lost it.

I stood up in my seat, gave them my worst glare – it’s pretty nasty, ask my Mom – and told them that they needed to stop now and that the things they wrote were disgusting.

And what did they do after I yelled? They laughed.

Fortunately for my family – and the faces of the two boys – I didn’t get violent. Instead, I stood up even taller and told them that the situation wasn’t funny at all. I may have used stronger language than that, but I think you get my point without direct quotation.

The entire bus was staring at me in shock. Why was I so angry about some guys making crude comments to a girl? Doesn’t that happen all the time? Aren’t girls used to it?

And therein lies the major issue: nowadays, actions like these are just brushed off and given excuses such as “it happens all the time” or “boys will be boys”.

I’m sorry, I must have missed the memo, but since when has sexual harassment been okay? Since when has it been considered "out of the ordinary" to stand up against someone who’s being altogether disgusting?  Since when has speaking your mind not been a thing?

I’m not going to sit there and pretend to be okay with something that I feel is wrong just because no one else seems bothered by it.

And do you want to know what bothers me the most? The fact that I end up feeling like a villain; the fact that I, a seventeen-year-old girl, am labeled a bitch for “taking things too seriously”.

I can take a joke. I just can’t seem to find the humor in sexual harassment or the mistreatment of women.

Can you?

No, sweetie, I most definitely DO NOT!!!  Oh, and if you're wondering whether or not her speaking out made a difference:  the boys haven't said a word, since.  Thank you SO MUCH for sharing your story and you just go ahead and keep on speaking your mind, Heather.  It's how you do.

10/19/13 Edited to add, what Heather didn't mention in the post:  she called out the boys for "sexual harassment".  They insisted it was NOT sexual harassment.  We really NEED to be teaching our young men, differently.

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When even a walk in the park, is no walk in the park.

One of the many reasons why I love living on the East coast (and YES, there is more than one reason to love Jersey, shuddup!) is our ability to experience all four seasons...sometimes all in the same week, today, it's autumn.

Autumn in Jersey
Oh, hello there Autumn!

It's been a very stressful week/month/year/seriously, it's probably better if we just quit keeping score, because...DAYUM!!!!'s hard out here with teenagers...the stress, she is NOT, I kicked myself out of the house and took my two oldest girls with me, because they really should learn to plan on NOT being home...a little time.

Heather and Holly in the park
They've walked along this trail about a thousand times, it never gets old.

Now that my kids are older, they have this thing about walking alongside their mother.  Not because they're embarrassed about being seen walking with their mother (not that they've admitted to, out loud, anyway) it's just that I am not a very good walker, especially when I have my camera with me.

The trees, they speak to meI don't mean to be a bother, but...SQUIRREL!!!!...somebody carved my initials into that tree...oh, and look at the texture of that bark...hey, that's a really cool place for mushrooms to grow, you think...oh AND that a Hobbit hole?!?

Heather and Holly, not waiting for me.
They're a lot faster and much more nimble than when they were little.

Everytime I looked up...I mean, faced-forward...the girls were further ahead than the last...SQUIRREL!!!

Teens are lot further than they seem, trust me!
Teens are lot further away than they seem, trust me!

The thing about being out of shape is that you do not realize just how badly you are out of shape, until you are way far away from the car.

In this case, my borked-up back was getting on the sciatic nerve in my left leg's...ummmm...last nerve.

"You wait here, I'll go and get the car."

So, while my oldest went to get the car (pausing to acknowledge any residual angst about my having a kid old enough for a driver's license, SHUDDUP and DER!!!!) my middle girl and I...very...very...slooooooooowly...started our way back up the trail and I was feeling pretty low (not to mention, old-ish) when she grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze and then tried her best to make me feel a little better.

"That's okay, I have to go pee, really bad, anyway!"

Aaaaand, you know what?!?  It worked!!!  Because I, on the other hand, had the good sense to go before we left.

[sound of crickets, chirping]

Oh, look, a roller coaster for chipmunks!

Hey, look...doesn't that look like a really fun roller coaster...for squirrels?!?


Good thing I have jury duty, tomorrow:  all that mostly sitting (for the next 2 days) will have me in tip-top shape for the cancer walk, this weekend.

Stupid borked-up back, dumbass cancer.

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#FlushForGood: how we can help communities improve sanitation conditions, worldwide.

With sincerest congratulations to Robin (comment #42) we are super-thrilled to be able to share a $200 gift card with you -- check your email for further instructions, thanks!!!


Back in the days before kids (B.K.), I used to work for American Standard in their corporate offices here in New Jersey.  I worked in their transportation and logistics department and my job was to make sure that product got to where it needed to be, as quickly as possible.

Which later would prove to be quite helpful, A.K. (after kids) raising 4 children attending 4 different schools.

Today, I am very proud to partner with the good folks at American Standard to help share information about the Flush For Good campaign and, in doing so, help 40 communities in need!

Oh, and we get to share a $200.00 gift card to Lowe's or Home Depot, because we roll like that.

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Throwback Thursday: The time my grandmother and I ran away from home with Def Leppard.

Bradi Mama and Me
My twin bro, our Nagy Mama and me in 1986: the year of home perms and fullets (female mullet) with massive amounts of eye makeup thrown in for extra GAH!!!!

I haven't written about my Nagy Mama (Hungarian for Grandmother) since when I cut her ex-husband out of the picture.  It was a post that I had written and deleted many, many times, but man oh man, it felt REAL GOOD to air out some old dirty laundry.

And then throw that sucker out with the trash, where it belongs.

Today marks 10 years since Nagy Mama left us and, rather than remembering her with sadness, I decided to celebrate her memory with one of my favorite stories about Nagy Mama:  the time we ran away from home with Def Leppard.

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