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Month: August 2013 (page 1 of 2)

Why I Let My 9 Year Old Watch Miley Cyrus

I can’t believe I’m joining in on the bandwagon of posts about last night’s abysmal performance by Miley Cyrus and her so-called “twerking“. But I am. At first, I patted myself on the back for successfully preventing my daughter from watching the VMAs for yet another year. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I wanted her to see the scantily clad former Disney queen parading around making a complete ass of herself.

And so I played her a clip of last night’s performance. 

And my daughter’s reaction was exactly what I’d hoped it would be…

She was horrified and a bit uncomfortable, her mouth agape in disgust and confusion.

She said, “THAT’S Miley Cyrus???”

Then we had a lovely “teaching moment” about how being wild and crazy in your twenties is kind of what your twenties are for – but that it all comes down to personal choice. We all have the ability to make our own decisions about how we treat our bodies and how we view ourselves. In the end, she seemed sad for Miley. And that of course made me happy that she had understood my twisted lesson. I’m not a prude, but for the love of all that is holy – I did not need to see that bump and grind fiasco. And while I’m at it – shame on you Robin Thicke for participating in such gratuitous ratings-grabbing.

On a much lighter note, she was desperate to see what her idols had worn and if they too had made a spectacle of themselves. And it was my great pleasure to tell her that they looked gorgeous and very 20-something and had behaved like typical young women. They danced and laughed and partied with their friends. And they totally kept their dignity intact and (thankfully) their clothes on.

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A Sign (But You Don’t Believe in Signs)

(Points if you know what movie the title of this blog post is from…it’s my favorite movie of all time.)

This was the fortune I discovered in a cookie following a particularly yummy dinner at PF Chang’s.


I’ve been kicking around the idea of writing a book for years. And I’ve decided it’s finally time. I have pages and pages of notes on my computer, in a notebook, in my head.

Now I just need the space – both physical and mental – to purge.

I’ve decided to just write. To hell with perfection and endlessly obsessing about the perfect time to write, the perfect book title, the perfect layout, the perfect “voice.”

I can’t handle the pressure. So I’m just going to write. Let’s see where that takes me.

Bad Mommy

Trying to catch up on emails, tweets, followers, comments, etc. this morning after a week of being semi-detached. I’m also drafting a news release for the company I’m working for about a cool award they won. I used to write four or five news releases a week with ease. This is the first one I’ve written since last year. Love the challenge.

Anyway, my girls are both home. School here doesn’t start until the Friday after Labor Day.

The Disney Channel is blasting as I sit across the room typing, thinking, writing.

I feel simultaneously proud and horrified that my two year old knows the words to all of the cartoon theme songs. Sofia the First, Jake and the Neverland Pirates, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

Part of me wants to yell – that’s my girl!

And the other part of me wants to turn in my mommy badge at the door.

TV is bad, right? That’s what they all say. But she is learning words and colors and shapes and important concepts like sharing, bravery and friendship. Am I trying to convince myself that it’s OK? Am I overthinking this? Some parents don’t even let their kids watch TV. And yet, in my home the first two hours of every morning belong to the Disney Junior channel.

Guess I’m just having a moment.

And OMG I’m just now realizing the irony of this post…which was written as my kids absorb the latest Sofia the First episode.


I’m Pretty Sure I’m Failing Oprah’s Meditation Challenge

I signed up (again) to do the Oprah and Deepak Chopra 21-Day Meditation Challenge. I did it earlier this year and completed most of the 21 days. But this time, it’s only Day 2 and I can’t quite get it together.

Today’s thought: I am a radiant, spiritual being.

Lovely. I can handle that. I settle in to my comfy position (seated with palms resting in my lap, face up to receive all the good vibes) and I close my eyes.

The mantra is “So Hum” which means I am.

Diggin’ it.

It’s only a 10 minute challenge and as it begins, Deepak Chopra says, “Repeat the mantra. I’ll mind the time. As we near the end, I’ll ring a soft bell signifying that it’s time to release the mantra and end the meditation.”


Here’s how my inner dialogue looked in my mind:

Oh, it’s nice to be still and have some quiet.

Focus. Focus. Say the mantra…


Sounds like ho hum. *smiles a bit*




This chair is comfortable. I’m glad I recushioned these chairs. It makes the dining room look nicer.


My butt is asleep. Maybe I should move just a bit.

*flashback to the mid-1990s* I remember that campaign started by that cute guy on Melrose Place…what was his name…Andrew Shue! OMG what a total hottie he was. Anyway, his campaign was called “Don’t just sit there – DO something.” He was trying to get kids to be more active. How good of him.


Andrew Shue.

I remember when he and Alison broke up. She was never good for him anyway. I loved the Melrose Place theme song too. Oh and the Seinfeld episode where he takes a lie detector test to prove to a girlfriend that he does not watch Melrose Place – and then he fails it. Classic.


what was the mantra?


Man I had such a crush on Andrew Shue. He did sneaker commercials too if I’m not mista-



I know what you’re thinking. And you’re right.

It’s all Andrew Shue’s fault.



WATCH: Baby Elephant Splashes Around in Kiddie Pool

Yet one more reason why elephants are my favorite animal! How cute is this?

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