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Oct
17
2008

Man, politics is crazy ugly… even with Joe, the infamous unlicensed, tax-owing plumber, around to unite us.

By the way, I’m starting to regret that I impulsively and enthusiastically joined Facebook’s Joe the Plumber Fan Club.

But Joe aside, no matter who you favor in this political race, things are getting seriously stressful.

I feel so desperate to do something.

And I can’t really give any more money.

So after ignoring about 387 emails from Obama’s campaign (very persistent, committed folks who apparently don’t have small children), this line finally got my intention…

“In October of 2000, Al Gore had a double-digit lead in the polls. By Election Day, it came down to one state and a handful of votes.”

Honestly, now I want to throw-up.

So with this startling information and “Project Runway” now concluded (Leanne is the winner? Really?! With all those repetitive, monotonous wave patterns and her melancholy vibe?), I am going to sit down this week and call some undecided voters in swing states.

It’s not my favorite thing to cold call strangers but really, isn’t 4 years of the McCain/Palin administration just a hair worse? Plus, a friend told me that the older folks are just so happy to talk to someone.

That made me kind of sad.

And then a lot less scared.

If you also want to do something, visit here. Even Obama recently half joked about the Democrats, “Don’t underestimate our ability to screw it up.”

I will be glad when this whole election madness is over and I can go back to telling you all stories about my kids. Like 4 year-old Dylan who said to me this morning, “I need a new piece of toast because I only took one bite but then I got up to do some dancing and I lost my toast and now I have none.”

Oh Dylan, that happens to me constantly during breakfast.

But for now, as we continue to debate politics, there is one thing we can all agree on…

Paul Rudd.

I had no idea that you all were such Paul Rudd enthusiasts.

Imagine my embarrassment that I’ve been going on and on about crushes like Joe Scarborough and Michael Cera when you really wanted to hear about the former bar mitvah dj from Jersey (yeah, yeah I do my research. Do you think I just phone this crap in?).

But really, I had no idea that Rudd would evoke such passion. So from this day forward, I promise to stalk the “Knocked Up” star on any and all future public and private school tours. You know, in a secret, super cool, stealth way. I won’t get myself thrown in jail or anything.

Is it my own political wishful leanings or does Rudd look like a Democrat?


Oct
15
2008

Before I begin, Senator McCain would just like to tell you that his 104 year-old great great great aunt Bertha has been hospitalized for a minor fainting spell. He sends his thoughts and prayers.

As for me… Having witnessed 3 tedious presidential debates and 1 barely entertaining, mostly grating vice presidential debate, I am just so enormously relieved that Obama turned down McCain’s original request for TEN town hall meetings.

For that reason alone, Obama gets my vote.

Sure it’s super fun to watch the candidates wander around the stage and endlessly suck up to undecided voters (How is anyone STILL undecided? I think they all just want to be on TV).

But TEN town hall meetings? In this economy, no one needs that kind of agony.

So thankfully this was the last hurrah.

And we had the chance to witness a classic, love triangle. Both Obama and McCain are desperately fighting for the affection of Joe the Plumber.

If I remember history correctly, McCain first dated Joe the Plumber and then Obama stole him away with his smooth rap and fancy economic policy.

Now McCain is trying to woo him back with his tax plan, his constant blinking and his copious note taking.

Or at least that’s how I remember it.

I hope Joe the Plumber picks the right man in November.

If not, I hope he at least comes to fix my broken washing machine.

Since moms are usually right, I end with advice from moderator Bob Schieffer’s mom.

“Go vote now. It will make you feel big and strong.”

Or my slightly tweaked version…

“Go vote now. It will make you feel super skinny, sexy and strong.”

Seriously, go vote.


Oct
14
2008

So I tried ever-so-quietly to creep out of the apartment at 6:45 this morning. But seconds before leaving, I inadvertently woke up 22 month-old Summer who immediately started uncontrollably wailing at the top of her lungs.

Which woke up Rick.

And then 4 year-old Dylan.

And since I had to rush out the door, I mumbled apologies and hightailed it out of the apartment. As I made my way towards the elevator, I could hear Summer hysterically crying, “MOMMY! I want Mommy!!!! MOMMY!!”

And poor, exhausted Rick desperately trying to reason with her. “She’s coming back. Mommy is coming back. Now let’s all lie down and get some rest, ” he pleaded.

“MOMMY!!!!!” the screaming continued.

Should I go back? But I’ll be late. And it probably won’t help at all. Oh crap.

So I held my ears, hopped into the elevator and headed uptown to attend the Mommy Blogger Monologues, effortlessly and brilliantly hosted by Maria Bailey, the author of “Mom 3.0” and the host of Mom Talk Radio.

It started at 7:30 in the morning and may I say thankfully, the Mommy Blogger Monologues and the Vagina Monologues have absolutely nothing to do with each other. Because really, who could talk about their vagina at 7:30 in the morning? Way too early.

Instead, this was an amazing chance for companies to hear directly from mom bloggers on ways to build mutually beneficial relationships and successfully target the mom audience.

I was so honored to be on the panel with moms like Gabrielle Blair of Design Mom (who has incredible taste, a beautiful website AND 5 kids). Oh, and she’s one of the founders of Kirtsy. And super smart when it comes to navigating social media. Can you force someone to be your best friend? I might just try.

The other way impressive and very articulate panelists included Kimberly Coleman, Alex Martin Neely, Kim Pace, Amy Platt, Amy Oztan and Andi Silverman.

As I sat on this panel, I really felt respected as a businesswoman and a blogger.

Of course, once these companies check out my website, they’ll know I have a recent habit of lying about a nonexistent fly fishing hobby and the ability to step in my own kid’s poop.

And, of course, a visual of me in my eighties senior prom dress.

That dress just screams future successful businesswoman and respected blogger. Pink taffeta is powerful like that.


Oct
12
2008

Reunions are a trippy, time travel experience. Suddenly your face to face with your past, just with a few more wrinkles, and far less bangs.

Our Staples High School Class of 1988 motto, “Was It As Good for You?”, along with, “Fornicate with ’88” (yes, really) held the promise of a rocking 20th reunion. But I didn’t really know what to expect.

The culture of high school thrives on a hierarchy – who’s cool, who’s pretty, who’s stoned and of course, who’s not cool, pretty or stoned.

But 20 years later, you don’t get extra points for smoking cigarettes in the school courtyard or throwing the best parties when your parents are away. It’s about how you view your own life. Are you happy? Is this who you wanted to be? Are you proud of the person you’ve become?

Oh ok, it’s also about how you look.

Well, maybe ALL about how you look.

So here’s me and high school gal pal Abby before our senior prom…

We kind of look 12. Are you mad I’m not showing you our hunky prom dates?

And here we are this past weekend (minus the taffeta)…

And here is me with other members of my girl posse at the reunion…

If you look closely, you’ll see contributing mama Jordana Bales.

One of the first guys I ran into at the reunion gushed over me like this…

“You look the same,” he said. “Very well preserved,” he joked.

Like I just left a botox session? Like I’m an Egyptian mummy? Like I live in a jar of pickles? Really, that is the lamest compliment ever.

I recommended that he instead use phrases like, “Wow. You look gorgeous.” and the equally popular, “How did you manage to stay so unbelievably beautiful?”

There were some strange choices – like this former classmate who put his hair into some kind of 80s inspired ponytail.

No, that wasn’t my prom date.

But mostly the reunion was about repeating this phrase, “I live in New York City, I’m married with two kids and I write a blog. So what’s going on with you?” over and over again.

Then I would head to the bar for another glass of sauvignon blanc and repeat life summary to familiar looking girl from 9th grade algebra class who’s also standing at the bar.

Once in awhile to mix it up, I’d mention that I do a tremendous amount of fly fishing in the Hudson River. My exact phrase, “You fly fish? Me too. In fact, I fly fish the sh-t out of Manhattan.”

But mostly, I tried to stick to things that were actually true.

So how do I feel now that it’s over?

I think I’m just sort of relieved that I’m no longer in high school. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness.”

No, I never read the book. Just the cliff notes. Did anyone really read the book?

But I think Charles Dickens got it right.  He was definitely talking about high school.


Oct
09
2008

On Wednesday morning, I asked myself one of the big parenting questions of our time….

Is it acceptable to bring a cup of coffee on a school tour?

My husband and I are currently looking at public and private school options for my daughter Dylan. This means an abundance of school tours across the city. So the coffee question is at the very front of my caffeine-starved mind.

Is it inappropriate in some way? Like showing up to a job interview in jeans, with an Egg McMuffin and a newspaper?

Somehow it just felt wrong.

But as I trudged down Hudson street, at 8:20 on Wednesday morning, to attend my first Kindergarten public school tour, I felt the desperate need for a little caffeine.

I decided to grab a small cup and toss it if it seemed disrespectful in anyway.

When I arrived at the school, all the parents were ushered into a big room and one of the parent coordinators stood up to welcome us to P.S. 3.

He had dyed red hair.

A goatee.

8 thick, silver rings on his fingers.

And he was holding a cup of coffee.

Ok, I was definitely in the clear.

Then I looked around at the other parents and spotted actor Paul Rudd, also holding a coffee.

Now I’m way in the clear.

If Paul Rudd can drink coffee, I can certainly drink coffee. Isn’t that the celebrity transitive property or something?

Speaking of celeb sightings, the other day I strolled past Debra Messing of “Will and Grace” fame. How funny and entertaining and sassy and red headed is she? I just love her. I am so glad I was wearing lipstick. Can you just imagine seeing Debra Messing and your lips are all naked and chapped?

I spotted her on 12th street, in front of Industria Studio, in full hair and makeup, wearing a bathrobe and smoking a cigarette.

I guess she was on a break and in the middle of a wardrobe change for some kind of shoot.

Celebrities…

They drink coffee! They wear bathrobes! They smoke cigarettes!

They really are just like us!

Why do I ever doubt US Magazine?

mama bird notes:

As many of you know, my friend Kristin recently lost her husband Mario to cancer. Next week, I am joining her, and their 4-year-old daughter Julia for the Light The Night Walk.

The walk pays tribute to the thousands of patients battling blood cancers and remembers the ones who have lost their lives. Please consider donating on Kristin’s page.

Also this month, Silicon Valley Moms Group has partnered with DonorsChoose.org, to help spread the word about the lack of funding and support needed for our public schools. Through DonorsChoose.org, teachers request what they need and explain how the money will benefit their classroom. Please consider giving a donation (even a small amount) to one of the following regions…

Thanks mama birds!



kelcey kintner


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