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 »
Welcome to the first ever installment of “Mailbag Monday!”
I thought it would be fun, on Mondays, to discuss topics or answer questions on anything. ANYTHING. One question or one topic a week, but for this week, I decided I would do two because they are both SUCH good questions and also, because they’re the only two people who responded: Keep reading this post »
These posts are usually better for the ladies, but if you’re a boy, you can still read it. You probably just won’t like it that much.
I’m not saying these are all about me. I’m just saying if you feel the same, or you have done it too, you’re not alone.
You’re not alone if…
…when you try to use your DVD or TV, you have to say the steps OUT LOUD because there is a lot to do and it is very confusing.
…you stop in the middle of exercising to get a snack.
…you don’t comment on someone’s social media post, not because you don’t have something to say, but because you don’t want to get a full day of notifications that have nothing to do with you. Keep reading this post »
If you’re here, it’s probably because you got an update on the Dim Sum and Doughnuts Facebook page or you’re one of the MILLION followers I have on Twitter. In light of everything I have been posting on those pages, I know you’re expecting a camp story. But, no. This one actually happened when I left camp:
To start, let me explain that camp is its own little world. Everything you need is at camp. You could go several weeks without ever leaving, and lots of people (campers) are fine with that. But not me. Sometimes I need to leave. I have to spend money. I’m sorry, I just do. I don’t need to spend a lot, just something. This year, I made it 3 days before I needed to get the “F” out. Keep reading this post »