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I was so relieved when I realized my flux capacitor had not taken matters into its own hands, blasting me back to 1978: Instead, it turns out, even in 2010, you can still find a woman in curlers at Meijer. It's nice to know some things never change. Read Full Story

Last night was a memorable evening for a couple of reasons: 1. I took my 12-year-old son to his first concert, that being the Black Eyed Peas, and not only did he get an amazing show, sitting suite style (his snobby preference), he also got to see a surprise performance by Kid Rock. For a first show, it set the bar really, really high. I also am currently rated Coolest Mom. Ever. 2. After the concert, I drove my son home so he could get to bed, then went back out to the Black Eyed Peas after... Read Full Story

I'm a little concerned how well my 2-year-old son can rock a pair of Burberry sunglasses: I couldn't do that until I was four and a half. Read Full Story

It came as quite the shock when the dentist announced, "You have a small mouth." Of all the words I thought I would hear in my life, these were the least expected. My reply? "My mother will have one hell of a laugh over that revelation." Apparently my mouth is so small, an adult-size toothbrush is too large to reach the back of my teeth, hence the cavities, crowns, etc. that have a home back there. And so I was given a directive to start brushing with a children's toothbrush. Have you shopped... Read Full Story

Moving to a brand-new neighborhood managed by an association was intended. While some may say "I'm not paying all that money for a house just to have someone else tell me what I can and can't do with it", after living across the street from a couple who partied on their boat by parking it in front of their house and drinking beer on it all day, and living next door to a couple who decorated their front yard in Scooby Doo (I can't make this stuff up), I happily applaud neighborhood rules. We... Read Full Story

It's time for another round of Stop That Now! - my findings of fashion don'ts that must, in the name of all things good, be stopped immediately. Today: Don't coordinate your outfits, especially when the outfits suck. Fitted, too-tight sweater dress? Check. Baggy tights? Check. Dirty mid-calf boots? Check. Ladies, we all have fashion misses from time to time, but do your best girlfriend a favor and do not coax her to go down that style-less road with you. And while we're at it, let's all pinky... Read Full Story

Does anyone ever want to call on PMS? Read Full Story

It's time for another round of Stop That Now! - my findings of fashion don'ts that must, in the name of all things good, be stopped immediately. Today: The Thong Song is no longer in heavy rotation for a reason. The one thing about fashion we can always count on is that styles are going to change. And while some trends, such as classic suits and menswear never really go out of style, others (gauchos and guys' half shirts, I'm talking to you) have thankfully made their rounds and disappeared... Read Full Story

It's time for another round of Stop That Now! - my findings of fashion don'ts that must, in the name of all things good, be stopped immediately. Today: You can't turn back the clock by wearing outfits from Gymboree I know Avril Laveigne had a cute thing going back in her Sk8er Boi phase, but she was also what, 18? Now in her mid-20s, even Avril has classed up her act quite a bit, making me wonder why this woman, so obviously at the 30 mark, would choose to parade about town in an outfit... Read Full Story

It's time for another round of Stop That Now! - my findings of fashion don'ts that must, in the name of all things good, be stopped immediately. Today: Why your tush is not the place to showcase your trendsetting bravery. It's no small fete to take on a trend and try it out in the public eye. And it's no small ass that can handle the appointment of body billboard, parading not one, not two, but three trends at the same time, across a mere 12 inches (give or take) of prime rump roast. Which is... Read Full Story