What week. I'm pretty sure I set the land speed record for moving backward in time. Somehow I not only didn't accomplish all I set out to accomplish, I'm certain I managed to un-accomplish a few things.
At least I got my latest post written for Moms.FortWayne.com. Here's a teaser:
"Then I'll just eat all the cauliflower," is a threat without meaning. Saying this to my kids is like having a conversation with a dog about the philosophical differences between Socialism and Communism: meaningless. Still, I said this to my kids once. I had lightly floured and seasoned cauliflower florets then pan fried in butter and olive oil. If cauliflower were a confection, this would be its incarnation. But to my kids, I may as well have declared, "Then I guess I'll be the only one who gets to lick the inside of the garbage can, so there."
It’s not that I don’t remember my own aversion to vegetables, it’s just that I can’t understand why I ever hated them. At 4, 6 and 8, my children's ages now, I hated any produce that wasn't corn or "froot." I routinely gagged on spinach, flicked peas off my plate when my mother wasn't looking, and heaven help the person who put broccoli in front of me. It would elicit the same response whether it was smothered in cheese or chopped into tiny bits and hidden among chicken chunks and gravy. "I will throw up if I eat that. Do you want me to THROW UP?"
Earlier this week . . .
- Now that the Internet is done discussing BlogHer '13, I wrote my wrap-up. Nothing like being weeks behind the curve. Join me next month when I write about Miley Cyrus and "Blurred Lines" twerk molester, Robin Thicke.
Elsewhere on the internet . . .
- I wrote this piece for NickMom and because we all have a serious crush on wine, it's been popular.
- Kim of Let Me Start By Saying has gone viral with this open letter to Miley Cyrus.
- And Jen of People I Want to Punch in the Throat took a different approach to Miley's plushie problem.
- If you like both of those ladies, you'll love this NJ book signing featuring some gals who wrote for "I Just Want to Pee Alone" and the new In the Powder Room anthology, "You Have Lipstick on Your Teeth."
Be serious . . .
- Here's a lovely piece by JD Bailey that originally appeared on her own blog, Honest Mom, and was republished here by The Huffington Post.
- It just so happens Rebecca of Frugalista Blog is describing the first boy I dated in high school. It was a terribly abusive relationship (that never got physical, thankfully) that lasted two years, which was exactly two years too long. Talk with your daughters (and sons) about the danger signs of abusive relationships.
Tweet happens . . .
I said this:
You're thinking it, too. Watermelon just isn't breakfast fruit. No one wakes up and thinks, "You know what these Cheerios need? Watermelon."
— Nicole Leigh Shaw (@NicoleLeighShaw) August 28, 2013
So I made this: