This week, the two finalists from Season 5 of MasterChef competed for the title of America's Best Home Chef. After first being chosen from a pool of thousands, these extremely talented, self-taught women withstood three months of grueling challenges to become the last ones standing. And, incidentally, they joined other women from the international MasterChef shows when they became part of the [...]
We’re All So Outraged About Another Mass Shooting. Or Not.
September 17, 2013 – Posted in: Complaining, Life is Dangerous, Mean Girls, Media, Tammy Thinks, Uncategorized, World Gone Crazy, Worst Mom RantsSo as I'm sure you've all heard, we've had another mass shooting. Every news outlet is covering it. Every talk show is analyzing it. Every blogger is writing about it. And I have to say, I'm pretty much over it. Yeah, I'm kind of done. Remember a few months ago in Newtown when all those little [...]
Friday Fiction Part 19: Overdone
May 30, 2013 – Posted in: Family, Mean Girls, Novel in Progress, Tammy Thinks, Worst Mom Randomness, WritingLast week's chapter ended with a question: who was at Eric's door? Well, question answered... If you'd like to start at the beginning (and I hope you will), go here. And for a list of everything, go to this page. Thanks for reading! ******** "It's good to see you too, Dad," said Eric. The man [...]
When Barbie Looks Fat and Frumpy, You Know We’re in Trouble
March 18, 2013 – Posted in: Complaining, Elfie, Growing Up, Mean Girls, Parenting, Sex, Shopping Hell, Tammy Thinks, Women's Issues, Worst Mom RantsI was in Target today, just cruising because I'd hit one of those dead-time points in the day when you can't go home but it's too early to pick up the kids, and I found myself in the toy section (for reasons I myself still can't understand). Anyway, I was checking out the Monster High [...]
Hey, Skweezers, Leave Them Kids Alone!
August 13, 2012 – Posted in: Growing Up, Mean Girls, Mean People, Worst Mom RantsSo here's something that might kind of make you want to hurl. You know Spanx, the modern-day girdle that some people (not me because I'm too lazy, can't bear being uncomfortable, and don't have anywhere important to go) are obsessed with because we've all been convinced that we need to look like Barbie underneath our [...]
The Lost Wheel
January 16, 2011 – Posted in: Bullying, Cancer Sucks, Crazy Tammy, Elfie, Grown-up Friends, Kid Friends, Mean Girls, Personal Insanity, Sappy Tammy, SchoolSo I had a small nervous breakdown the other morning. As I mentioned in my holiday letter, Elfie has been getting "mean girled" at school recently. She's in first grade, and even though I know kids are capable of this type of thing starting at birth, it's been depressing because her school really focuses on [...]
The 2010 Holiday Letter
January 2, 2011 – Posted in: Conservatives are Funny, Dogs, Family, Green Living, Grown-up Friends, Holiday Letter, Mean Girls, Money, Parenting, Politics, Worst Mom Rants, WritingSo every year, for about the past fifteen years, I've written a holiday letter. It's kind of how this whole blogging thing got started. As you might imagine, my letters weren't exactly laundry lists of the fantastic trips we'd taken or stories about how the kids came home with "Student of the Week" bumper stickers. [...]
Don’t Go Changin’
November 10, 2009 – Posted in: Elfie, Grown-up Friends, Kid Friends, Mean Girls, Newt, Parenting, Personal Insanity, SchoolAs I've mentioned before, ever since we changed schools, Elfie periodically asks me if I've made any new friends. She, incidentally, seems to be developing what sounds like a production of "The Real World -- Kindergarten Edition." There's the boy she's in love with and now apparently kisses. There are the mean girls who tease [...]
Wash On, Wash Off
September 6, 2009 – Posted in: Cleaning, Elfie, Kid Friends, Mean Girls, Newt, Parenting, Personal InsanityMy kids are really close. They play together, sleep in the same room, and freak out when the other one's hurt. Now that they're 5 and 6, they generally keep each other entertained and out of my hair (I feel this is my reward for having them 20 months apart and enduring years of double [...]
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