Have you ever played Pictionary? Well, I haven’t. Except for this week, I kind of did.
I got together with Danielle Herzog, author of “Martinis and Minivans” and she came up with a game for us. Danielle Herzog is the blogger behind Martinis and Minivans. It’s a blog for anyone who has ever needed a martini after driving a minivan around all day. Or for anyone who has just ever needed a martini. She’s a freelance writer and mother of two that has written for the Washington Post, Chicago Tribune, The Huffington Post, AOL, and other local and national sites. She also writes a weekly parenting slightly-sarcastic advice column called “The Sassy Housewife” for the Omaha World-Herald’s parenting site, Momaha.
Danielle and I never came up with a name for this game but this is what we did:
We had both of our 5 year old girls draw pictures from a movie (anything but FROZEN…please, not Frozen) and our job was to guess the movie. This is what Danielle’s daughter drew: Keep reading this post »
Since it’s still camp time, I thought I’d throw out the “Camp: Staff Meeting” post from last year.
I like to remind our staff that although we expect a lot from them (A LOT) we truly do love and appreciate the good ones.
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Last weekend, my brother-in-law got married to an amazing girl. In her wedding speech, she said that she never uses the word “hate.” I loved that. When I was a kid, my dad never let us say “hate” either—he’d always say “Hate’s a pretty strong word,“ so it made us realize that we didn’t really “hate,“ we just “couldn’t stand.” But now, many years later, I say “hate.” I kind of say it a lot, but it’s not my fault. It’s all the bad drivers out there. They are the ones who are making me say it—and these are the 6 who are making me say it the most: Keep reading this post »
I don’t know if you read the “Mailbag Monday” post that was sent out to you yesterday, but it was all messed up. I don’t know what happened. Word Press went nuts!
If you didn’t notice, that’s kind of good (because you didn’t notice), but also kind of bad (because it was pretty messed up). Keep reading this post »
Welcome to the third installment of “Mailbag Monday!“
Below are the topics/questions that were sent in and up for discussion this week. Feel free to agree, disagree, add on, whatever you want.
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WARNING FOR NEWBIES: If you are new to Dim Sum and Doughnuts, I’m not sure if this is the best place to start. You might want to try a different post first and come back here when you’re ready.
WARNING FOR MEN: If you think you can handle the literary terrain of this page, take a moment to brace yourself first. On second thought, just leave. Don’t try to be a tough guy. In about 5 seconds you’re going to be wiping sweat off the back of your neck and looking for an emergency exit, so it’s best if you just cut your losses and leave now. I will miss you and I hope you come back.
TO SINGLE FATHERS OF YOUNG DAUGHTERS: You guys might want to stay. You will not enjoy ONE WORD of this, but the info may come in handy if you have a young daughter. And I’m sorry. Keep reading this post »
There are tons of articles and posts floating around about the benefits of overnight camp. (I have even written a few myself.) But this one is different. There are no moving pictures and it’s not a Top 10 list—in fact, it’s actually just about ONE thing, one really interesting and cool thing I just discovered about overnight camp.
Before I start, I should explain that for the past 13 summers I have lived around a bunch of kids (so many kids, kids EVERYWHERE!) at an overnight camp in Northern Michigan—and I don’t know why it took me until today to realize this but it did: Keep reading this post »
Guess what?? Remember last week when only 2 people contacted me about “Mailbag Monday?” (It was the first week). Well, this time more than 2 people sent in topics! (Yay!) …Lots of emails and private messages. I like it. More anonymous. Plus, the topic is a surprise because you haven’t seen it, and here it is:
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When I was 12 or 13 years old, I used to babysit. It wasn‘t my thing. The kids smelled like playground, their hands were grubby, they wanted me to “play”…I wasn’t into it. I used to change the clocks and announce “Time for bed!” an hour or so earlier than I was supposed to. Sorry, kids. Maybe your next babysitter won‘t suck as much. I just wanted them to go to sleep so I could talk on the phone and eat snacks from their kitchen pantry.
I always left feeling like I didn’t want kids. I found them to be annoying and gross, but every time I voiced these concerns to my mom, she always said the same thing: “It’s different when they’re yours.”
I believed my mom because she is my mom.
I believed her until one of my friends tripped me up many, many years later. Keep reading this post »
A few months ago one of my girlfriends (let’s call her “Fly”) got a new car—one of those really cool new jeeps. The jeep had 38 miles so, I don’t know why, but I started calling it “The 38 Special.” (Oh, I guess I do know why.) Anyway, right after Fly bought the car, she and “The 38 Special” went on a road trip.
After that trip, Fly went on a bunch of other road trips, but her last one ended in Northern Michigan, where she will be staying all summer. That’s great for me because that‘s where I am. (I live at an overnight camp for kids.) Outside of the people who work at camp (they are always busy and working) I have no friends up here. Fly being here means I have someone fun to go out with because sometimes I feel the need to leave camp and do things, like see a 38 Special concert. Keep reading this post »