tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70488309071881849812011-11-27T19:13:07.738-05:00musingwomannoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048830907188184981.post-11343255963190085382009-05-24T13:00:00.001-04:002009-05-24T13:18:29.968-04:00<em>posted on </em><a href="http://momfail.com/"><em>Mom Fail</em></a><br /><br /><strong>SCENE ONE</strong><br /><br />My teenage daughter takes movie watching very seriously. She turns off her phone, she must see every second (opening and ending credits included), and she <em><strong>hates</strong></em> to be interrupted.<br /><br />All of which I respect. Usually... <a href="http://momfail.com/teen/poetic-justice"><em>read the rest<br /></em></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7048830907188184981-1134325596319008538?l=myguestposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>musingwomannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048830907188184981.post-33562766639193044392009-02-25T22:00:00.000-05:002009-03-28T22:26:18.696-04:00<em>posted on </em><a href="http://idothings.info/"><em>I Do Things So You Don't Have To</em></a> <p></p><p>I’ve never been a domestically inclined kind of mom. I’ve only baked a few dozen cookies in the last two decades. My kids have to tell me to clean <em>my</em> room. And the iron has no idea who I am... <a href="http://idothings.info/musing-does-things-so-i-dont-have-to/"><em>read the rest</em></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7048830907188184981-3356276663919304439?l=myguestposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>musingwomannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048830907188184981.post-23315941920037382462008-12-12T19:00:00.000-05:002009-05-24T13:19:02.102-04:00<p><em>posted on </em><a href="http://www.problogger.net/"><em>Problogger</em></a><em> <span style="font-size:85%;">(title inspired by </span></em><a href="http://idothings.info/"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">JD's blog</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;">)</span></em></p><p>My blog is nine months old. You’d think I wouldn’t have had time to make too many mistakes. Wrong...<a href="http://www.problogger.net/archives/2008/12/12/i-made-mistakes-so-you-dont-have-to/"><em>read the rest</em></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7048830907188184981-2331594192003738246?l=myguestposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>musingwomannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7048830907188184981.post-81626908899380341342008-11-13T22:00:00.000-05:002009-03-28T22:22:00.404-04:00<em>posted on </em><a href="http://www.velveteenmind.com/"><em>Velveteen Mind</em></a><br /><p>I'm in the car with my 19-yr-old daughter and 17-yr-old son. They're chatting about different things when I hear the word, "Rickrolled."<br /><br />"What's that?" I ask.<br /><br />"Oh. My. God," my son says. "You don't know what a Rickroll is?!? How can you be on the Internet as much as you are and not know what a Rickroll is?"<br /><br />"FAIL!" says my daughter...<a href="http://www.velveteenmind.com/velveteenmind/2008/11/rickrolling-101.html"><em>read the rest</em></a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7048830907188184981-8162690889938034134?l=myguestposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>musingwomannoreply@blogger.com