Did You Know This About Dr. Seuss????

Dear Kid,

Excuse me while my jaw hits the floor.

Or possibly while my jaw hits the floor, bounces back up, and slams into the rest of my being. That’s a picture, isn’t it?

I thought I knew All There Was to Know about the wonderful Dr. Seuss.

I was ever so wrong.

The wonderful Beth from Call Me Crazy Maybe But who I have known since, well, a really long time ago, pointed out that THERE’S A NEW DR SEUSS BOOK COMING!!!


Three Best Dr. Seuss Books Ever DearKidLoveMom.com

Can you figure out which one is my #1 All Time Favorite?

That was the sound of the aforementioned jaw.

The new book is called What Pet Should I Get? and really and truly was written by Dr. S himself. It was found in 2013 and is going to be published (yep, Ted G did the drawings too) in July.

Do you realize how important this is????

All things minion take a backseat. That’s how important it is.

Now you know.

Love, Mom

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Is There Such a Thing As a Normal Family?

Dear Kid,

I’ve decided there is no such thing as a normal family.

Based on my Advanced Degree in Life and my Keen Observational Powers, I have come to the conclusion that just about all families are dysfunctional.

More to the point, pretty much every family has dysfunctional pieces even if someone had to get married to include them. And since pretty much every family has dysfunction, dysfunction is the new normal. Which means that what was once considered “normal” is now a teeny tiny minority. And a teeny tiny portion of the population can’t possibly be considered normal.

So we’re all a little looney.

Families are like fudge — mostly sweet with a few nuts. ~Author Unknown DearKidLoveMom.comLike most continuums, it’s just a matter of how looney each particular branch of the tree happens to be.

Or who has taken up residence in the branches.

And how whether the dysfunctional parts include members who can’t even masquerade as functional.

I suspect this has always been true, but we as a society are more likely to talk about it these days rather than relegating Weird Uncle Harold to the torn armchair and pretending he’s an anomaly.

It’s a perspective thing.

Love, Mom

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Mom’s Top 10 Money Rules for College Kids

Dear Kid,

Let’s talk Money.

Don’t roll your eyes.

You are enough of an adult for us to have this conversation and enough of a kid for me to (more or less) force the conversation upon you.

Money is a good thing. Money is perhaps a great thing. It can’t (generally) buy happiness, but it can buy food and shelter and clothes and guitar strings. It can buy shoes and jeans and shoes and accessories and shoes and sports equipment and shoes and boots and sandals.

Money does not grow on trees. Depending on the interest rate, it might not even grow very much in the bank.

Money is never something you should obsess over. But money appreciates a modicum of attention and without that modicum of attention, money will trickle away in frivolous purchases that are easily (and perhaps best) forgotten.

The real measure of your wealth is how much you'd be worth if you lost all your money. ~Author Unknown DearKidLoveMom.comTreated properly, with respect, and with some rules, money will hang around for a long time. Without those, it will never grow up properly. Just like children.

Mom’s Money Rules for College Kids

1. Begin saving for something immediately if not sooner. Not a lot—you don’t have a lot of money to begin with. But get in the habit.

2. Be judicious about debt. Sometimes it is unavoidable. (Did I hear you say Student Loans?) But be aware of interest rates and your ability to make payments.

3. Avoid credit card debt like the plague. If you can’t afford to pay the entire balance every month, you can’t afford the purchase. Living with the disappointment is easier than having crushing debt.

4. Cut corners. Not in studying or school work, but in purchasing. Avoid spontaneous purchases of bright shiny objects. Don’t always pick up the check for everyone because you’re a nice guy (you are a nice guy, but you’re broke). Buy food you can afford. NOTE: You cannot afford steak on a regular basis. Eat out as a treat, not a habit. You’re in college—you’re supposed to suffer.

5. Donate to charity. Not necessarily with money since we’ve already established that you suffer from a shortage of ready cash. But you have enough time to do some good in the world.

6. Don’t gamble. The house always wins. If you want to play a game of chance (I include all forms of poker in this category for the purposes of this conversation), decide how much you are willing to lose (the amount you’ll “pay” for fun) and don’t exceed it. I repeat: The house ALWAYS wins.

7. Don’t skimp on your health. If you need meds, get them and take them. If you have a cut, get a bandaid. Handle stuff when it’s the small stuff so it doesn’t become the big stuff.

8. Create a budget and stick to it. Boring, I know. But important.

9. Be willing to ask for help. Very few college kids are financial geniuses. Even those studying business are learning about corporate finance which has pretty much nothing to do with real life. Ask for help and learn from others.

10. If it sounds too good to be true, it is. Move on.

Decide what money rules are important to you. (You’re young, you can modify them as you go.)

Love, Mom


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Part 3 of a Travel Series You Didn’t Know Was a Series

Dear Kid,

This is Part 3 of my Traveling From Las Vegas Saga. If you want to review, you can see Part 1 and Part 2 (which I published out of order, but that’s life in the fast lane).

Ridiculous that it takes three blogs to capture the full story, but—believe me—it seemed much longer IRL.

After having been denied travel ability on Saturday (and nevertheless having a grand old evening Saturday night), we ventured off again on Sunday to Mccarran Airport.

This time we left SUPER early so that we wouldn’t be at all bothered by long waits in line.

There were therefore—of course—no lines.

This did not distress us at all.

We got coffee, went to the gate, and waited for our flight.

All of which went without the slightest possible hitch. In fact, we landed at Reagan National Airport early for our connection to Cincinnati.

And as soon as we deplaned, we learned that our connection had been cancelled.

Just so we’re clear, let me set the stage.

It was 9:00ish in the evening. It was flippin’ cold. The airport people were tired and cranky and had been putting up with distressed travelers all day.

And none of us had had dinner.

The airline peoples’ first suggestion was that we hang around for 27 hours to get a flight to Cincinnati. We countered with a polite rendition of “let’s keep looking for other options, shall we?”

The airline people countered with suggesting we hang around long enough to develop teleportation.

Fortunately, we split into 2 groups (there were five of us traveling together at that point) and the fantastic (and reasonably cheerful) Keisha was helping us. She did not suggest teleportation, which was points in her favor.

After much keyboard tapping (and a long monologue by me), Keisha was able to get us on a flight to Indianapolis.

The monologue (which was hilarious) was in response to the way her coworker Malcolm had been treated earlier that day by a Distress Traveler. Malcolm seemed to be of the opinion that it wasn’t his fault that the weather had messed up travel. Being the kind of Mom I am, I cleared that right up for him, explaining that of course it was his fault and he should stop playing with ice-delivering technology. Yeah, in print it’s not that funny, but IRL it was and I managed to improve everyone’s mood.

After Keisha had us rebooked, she had to reroute our luggage. Spoiler alert: the luggage rerouting worked better for some of us than for others of us.

Then we had the great joy of walking down icy steps to the shuttle bus which sat on the tarmac (doors open) waiting for other passengers to show up. None did, but we almost froze to death.

Then the shuttle bus drove us 6 feet to the next terminal. Where there was no food. To be accurate, there was plenty of food but by that time it was Shut Down for The Day Time and so there was no food to be had.

We flew to Indy. Making great time, I might add. One passenger suggested that the pilot had a hot date he needed to get to. I was not able to verify that.

We went directly to baggage claim to claim our bags. As I said, some of us had more luck with that than others. So those of us who needed to filled out claim forms.

We rented a car and began driving to Cincinnati.

Did I mention that people hadn’t been fed? This was a group that travels better when nourished on a regular basis.

So we stopped at Waffle House.

Waffle House Hash Browns

Waffle House Hash Browns

I don’t think I’ve been to a Waffle House in the last 15 years. Did you know they have a whole variety of ways to serve hash browns? You can have them smothered (with onions), covered (with cheese), capped (mushrooms), chunked (ham), diced (grilled tomatoes), peppered (jalapenos not on a steek), topped (chili), or country (sausage gravy). I was impressed and overwhelmed.

Eventually we made it to the Cincinnati Northern Kentucky airport where we dropped the rental, reclaimed parked cars, had a moment of panic when we thought we might not be able to leave the parking garage because there were no attendants, and drove home.

I arrived home (and promptly woke the puppy for a quick reunion) at 4am.

Note: Just in case you weren’t 100% clear, this was not the original travel plan.

Note: And just to be doubly clear, I am delighted to be home.

Love you kiddo,

Love, Mom

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It’s About How You React in Life and Airline Travel

Dear Kid,

It’s all in how you react. Some people scream and yell and carry on and others take life in stride. All you have to do is look at a kids’ soccer game to see examples of both. Which are you most impressed by?

I recently had the great pleasure of being stuck in the Las Vegas airport. (For what happened after the airport, click here.) Here was my view when I was standing up in the line.

Standing in line at the Las Vegas Airport. DearKidLoveMom.comThis was my view most of the time. The line was moving at a mere 3 feet per year and there was no real seating, so my coffee and I sat on the floor. Lovely carpet, no?

Sitting in line at the Las Vegas Airport. DearKidLoveMom.comOf course we went through the 7 Stages of Travel Changes:

  1. Dismay. WTF! How could they do this to me??
  2. Electronic. Let’s see if we can get rebooked online.
  3. Telephonic. Let’s try to reach a live person.
  4. Line waiting. And more line waiting.
  5. Utter defeat.
  6. Gratitude. Sincere gratitude that we were dressed for travel and not wearing crazy heels.
  7. Indignance. I can’t get out of here until WHEN???

Rinse and repeat.

For the most part, our fellow travelers were reasonably calm as we were herded through the non-moving line. Which was good, because there really weren’t any alternatives.

Love, Mom

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How to End the Day on a Great Note

Dear Kid,

After the 6 hours at the airport not going anywhere (that’s tomorrow’s blog), we headed back to the hotel and decided to treat ourselves to a great evening.

You might want to sit down for this.

We walked over to Planet Hollywood and decided to go to Gordon Ramsey’s BURGR for dinner. Well, for lunch and dinner. Actually, more for the only meal of the day since all I’d had at the airport was an apple.

Gordon Ramsey's BURGR. DearKidLoveMom.com

Doesn't Gordon Ramsey look happy that we joined him for dinner? DearKidLoveMom.comIt was a good thing we hadn’t eaten much previously.

To die for Chicken Burger at Gordon Ramsey's BURGR. DearKidLoveMom.com

Fish Sandwich at Gordon Ramsey's BURGR. DearKidLoveMom.com

Oreo shake with creme brulee pudding, an oreo, and whipped cream at Gordon Ramsey's BURGR. DearKidLoveMom.comThen we saw Jeff Dunham.

Jeff Dunham Not Playing with a Full Deck. DearKidLoveMom.comYes, we really did.

Jeff Dunham Not Playing with a Full Deck. DearKidLoveMom.comAnd he was awesome.

Love, Mom

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Rabbits and the Last Day of the Month

Dear Kid,

I’m a little concerned that you are missing a critical part of your education.

I’m not sure you know to say “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit” on the first day of every month. And tomorrow is the first day of the month.

Not everyone agrees that you’re supposed to say “rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.” Some people think you’re supposed to say “White Rabbit.” Some people think one “rabbit” is sufficient. Everyone agrees that the capital letters are optional.

There are many other variations of rabbit-ness. Some people say you have to say it up the chimney (no word on what happens if you live in a fireplace-free abode). Some people say you have to say “Brown Rabbit” the night before (right before bed) and then “Rabbit, Rabbit” when you wake up.

Do rabbits have to say rabbit, rabbit, rabbit on the first day of the month? DearKidLoveMom.comAccording to My Friend the Internet, the tradition of saying something lapin on the first day of the month goes back to the 13th century. This of course is before anyone you know was born, so we don’t really have an ear-witness account. But if MFtI says it’s so, who am I to argue?

The tradition apparently started in England, so it might help if you say it with a British accent.

Most of the “experts” on the internet seem to feel that the reason for saying “rabbit, rabbit” (remember? the capitals are optional) is so that you will get a present before the end of the month. This tends to be most effective when you choose to say “rabbit, rabbit” the first day of your birthday or anniversary month. Or December.

Some people say that you’ll have good luck (and perhaps monetary fortune) if you say “rabbit, rabbit, rabbit” first thing on the first day of the month.

I believe that you won’t get the plague if you say it (I, personally, have never gotten the plague, so it must be true).

Some children say you’re supposed to wear pajamas inside out and say “rabbit, rabbit, rabbit” right before going to bed to ensure a snow day the next day. Those children generally had school they next day so I wouldn’t rely on it as a get-out-of-studying technique.

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit (I like the capitals).

Love, Mom

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