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Sep
05
2016

It’s really important to find the right place for yourself in the world. Whether it’s the city. The country. The suburbs. Europe. The midwest. New York City. On a boat in the middle of the Atlantic. Wherever. The place where you feel the most like yourself.

Because you really know it when you aren’t there. And it doesn’t matter how many people love Europe. Or the midwest. Or New York City.  Or that boat in the middle of the Atlantic. If it isn’t your place. It’s not your place.

It’s like dating.

Remember that guy or girl you once dated who was ridiculously perfect on paper. Attractive. Smart. Educated. Awesome family. Great hair. I mean, you couldn’t do better. Except you didn’t feel that thing. They just didn’t do it for you. And you couldn’t exactly figure out why. They just weren’t it. And you moved on.

Well, living somewhere is a lot like that. It either fits or it doesn’t.

For the past three years I’ve been living in a town that people love. And I mean LOVE. Beautiful neighborhoods, great schools, no traffic… a South Florida Pleasantville.

It’s perfect for a lot of people. Except I didn’t feel at home there.

As someone who lived many years in New York City, I need more noise, more grit, more life. I need more stores. And restaurant choices. And to be closer to the water. It was just too quiet. With my flock of children, I can handle suburban living. But this was too isolated for me.

I lived there three years. That’s like dating the wrong guy for three years.

This isn’t the first time I’ve experienced this kind of thing in my life. My first TV reporting job was in Great Falls, Montana. Everyone kept talking about going hiking and I was like – where is there a sushi place? Turned out, sushi was three hours away in Missoula. And I made that drive. Often. (Does driving burn as many calories as hiking?)

In that situation, I couldn’t move. I came for the TV job and I stayed for the length of my contract. And that’s often the case for people.

Maybe you want to move but you can’t sell your house. Or moving doesn’t make sense financially. Or your partner’s job requires you to be in a certain location. Maybe you don’t want the kids to change schools. Or a million other reasons.

But eventually you need to try to get where you feel more like yourself. Even if today you’re just taking a few baby steps in that direction.

Because the flip side can be a bit soul crushing.

Like I once lived in this depressing basement apartment. The place really bummed me out. I was starting to wonder if melancholy was my new personality when I realized, I just had to not live in a basement apartment. So I moved. And soon, I felt like myself again.

Not along ago, we left that perfect-on-paper town and moved to a small city by the ocean. We were lucky that our kids attend a charter school so we could move without them switching schools. And that we’re close enough to our former town that we can still keep our friends.

Suddenly, in this new place, I feel more like myself again.

Is this our forever place?  I have no idea. But I know it’s a place that I fit in. A place that feels a lot more like home.

Cash-Fort Lauderdale-beach


Aug
31
2016

This post is sponsored by Vamousse. 

It’s mimosa time! I mean, back to school time!

Now you were probably smart and ordered the prepackaged school supplies. The ones where you just write a check and then a box shows up on your kid’s desk the first day of school.

Well, somehow my oldest daughters convinced me that they needed to get school supplies themselves so they could choose personalized folders and notebooks that represented their unique personalities.

FYI…
Personalized folders and notebooks = 3 hours at some big box store practically wrestling other parents to get the last composition notebook.

But no matter how you acquired your supplies, I’ve noticed there are a few things missing on those school supplies lists. (Spoiler alert: One of them will eradicate evil lice!) So you’ll want to make sure you have these on hand…

1. A bullhorn to get the kids out of bed. I still can’t figure out why smart phones don’t have a “bullhorn” alarm option. The child who was bouncing out of bed at 6:30 a.m. all summer can now just not summon the strength to get up. (Don’t worry – they’ll get their energy back on weekends.)

2. Extra coffee so parents are alert enough to remember what time every kid needs to be at which school. Caffeine will at least give them a shot at getting it right.

3. Ear plugs so parents don’t have to listen to children complain that the summer is over or their uniforms are too uncomfortable or their teacher makes them learn things or they have to sit next to the kid who hums songs from the show Hamilton all day (and how did he get tickets anyway?!).

4. A camera/phone to photograph the first day of school. Okay, you’ll will likely forget and take it on the 3rd or maybe 57th day of school. Whatever. Kids are over photographed these days anyway.

5. Stock up on Vamousse. Because you just know some kid is coming back to school with lice and omg, you can’t handle those nervous breakdown inducing critters.

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Vamousse lice treatment kills lice and eggs in one 15 minute treatment, is non toxic and pesticide free (which is why I love it!) and is effective on pesticide resistant super lice. And the mousse is very easy to apply.

You remember what it was like applying mousse in the 80’s! Oh wait, you’re too young to remember. Okay, well take it from this 80’s girl – it’s a cinch. I can sing you a few Madonna songs while you do it.

Vamousse also has a daily non toxic shampoo that defends against lice when used for 10-14 days following a potential exposure. Because the only thing better than getting rid of lice quickly is not getting it in the first place.

I also like to constantly rant and rave to my children about not sharing their friends hairbrushes, hairbands and headbands but I think they pretty much hear.. “blah blah blah” because once I finish they look up and say, “Did unicorns live at the same time as dinosaurs?”

So even more reason to have Vamousse in your cabinet. Here’s where to easily buy and here’s a coupon.

Because if your kid doesn’t get lice, than you already know it’s going to be a great year. I mean, except for that two week period when you agree to take home the school guinea pig and she immediately escapes her cage and you spend days trying to catch a runaway rodent. But other than that – a great year.

This post was sponsored by Vamousse. All ideas are my own.


Aug
28
2016

We just moved to Fort Lauderdale and for the past week, we have been unpacking. Unpacking is the absolutely worst part of moving. Because anyone can throw crap in a box and then pay (or beg) someone to move it.

Man carrying heavy moving boxes

But it takes a genius to figure out where the heck to put all the stuff in the new home.

3 year old Cash is not really the greatest helper either (no offense Cash if you suddenly figured out how to read which would really piss me off because he should definitely learn how to help me unpack before learning how to read).

He starts preschool soon. But not quite yet. Why don’t preschools ever start at the same time as regular schools?

But Cash had a big day at Trader Joe’s  recently. I was there with him and my 6 year old twins. Cash was attempting to grab fruit and toss it playfully when a Trader Joe’s employee intervened and asked him his name.

Now Cash has a very hard time saying “sh.”

So his name comes out “Ca.”

And everyone always responds quizzically, “Your name is Ca?” Because that would undoubtedly be an unusual name.

But I’ve been working very hard with him to learn “sh.” And today, when he said his name, the Trader Joe’s employee responded, “Your name is Cash? That’s a great name.”

I was so proud that he finally learned it and I actually helped him that I thought, “My gosh, why aren’t I homeschooling all my children?!”

Then 6 year old Chase ran his mini kid size Trader Joe’s cart into my ankle 6 times and I decided that the government funded education system is just fine by me.

Because I’ve been trying to unpack, I’ve needed some childcare help with Cash. One morning, I had a babysitter borrow my minivan and bring him to a science museum. When it was time for them to come home she texted me, “I can’t get the car to start.”

Say what?! But the maintenance light has only been on for 3 weeks!

She said the key wouldn’t turn in the ignition. I thought maybe the steering wheel was locked or the battery was dead or maybe I had mocked my minivan just one too many times and it had finally revolted in protest to my surly attitude.

I was about to take an Uber to meet her (like I’m some kind of auto mechanic who just needs to tweak a few things under the hood to get it going) when I got another text.

She was in the wrong car.

Yup. There was another gold minivan in front of where she parked ours. The doors were unlocked. And there was a carseat in the exact location. So she clipped my son in and attempted to start the car.

Obviously it didn’t start.

The sitter and Cash finally had to get out of the car because it’s Florida and it’s soooooooo hot. And that’s when she noticed the second gold minivan. And the fact that this look-a-like car was missing our flashy red Phillies plate.

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So they got in the right car and came home.

I don’t know why Cash never mentioned he was in the wrong car.

But I’m sure my husband will be talking about how the Phillies saved the day for a very long time.


Aug
25
2016

This post is sponsored by PediaSure Sidekicks.

I have five kids. And I feed them all the same thing. Wood oven roasted main lobster, pan roasted scallops with smoked tomato and sweet pea risotto, duck confit with cream lentils, that sort of thing.

Okay fine… turkey tacos, chicken, mac and cheese, pork chops, etc.

And despite the fact that I pretty much expose these children to the exact same foods, they have completely different eating habits. I’ve got a kid who eats olives for breakfast. And another child who only likes carbs with a side of carbs.

The carb girl is my 9 year old daughter Summer. She is soooo limited in what she likes I can’t imagine she is getting the nutrition she needs. Which is why I was very interested when PediaSure offered to let my kids try PediaSure Sidekicks.

These shakes (which come in chocolate, strawberry or vanilla) have 7g protein, 3g of fiber and 25 essential vitamins and minerals. They also are gluten-free, kosher and okay for kids with lactose intolerance.

So I headed on over to Walmart with 3 year old Cash. Could this kid be a PediaSure model or what?!

PediaSure-Sidekicks-Cash

 

We found these shakes in the baby section of the store (although they aren’t just for little kids!)

In fact this drink is meant for children like 9 year old Summer who need some nutrition to fill in the gaps. As you can see, the list of foods she doesn’t like is long….

I think many kids would dig these shakes as a snack or special treat. My 11 year old daughter Dylan seems to be getting into it…

You can even add them to recipes. Want to try PediaSure Sidekicks? Here’s some discounts and click here for more info about these shakes. Enjoy.

I have been compensated by PediaSure for this post; however, I am sharing my own thoughts. All opinions are my own.


Aug
21
2016

I don’t know when the term “life hack” became a common term. All I know is that I had never heard of it and then suddenly it was sweeping the nation. I think it all happened in about two hours.

Life hacks are tips or tricks to handle everyday tasks more efficiently. Something you may not have thought of – like using a tennis racket as a pasta strainer. Or using pants clips as a chip clip for your snacks.

Somebody apparently comes up with this stuff. Probably the same people that video cats doing crazy things.

This was one of my favorite life hacks I saw recently. Someone turned a crib into an art center.

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Genius.

Well, I had my own not-quite-as-genius life hack moment.

You see, suddenly one day my glove compartment broke. It just hung open like this. All the time.

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Now obviously this is no way to live. A glove compartment can’t just always be open. It makes the world off kilter. So I did a lot of sighing about it and when that didn’t seem to fix it, I  went and got an estimate.

And it was going to cost a couple hundred dollars.

Now there are things one might spend $200 bucks on but a glove compartment should not be one of them. So I went to a hardware store, bought $5 worth of some kind of dual lock, stronger than Velcro material and sealed that glove compartment shut.

Upside: 5 dollars! And my glovebox looks normal again!!

Downside: I can no longer use my glove compartment.

Upside: I don’t really care because remember… $5!

After doing this task, I pretty much felt like some kind of auto mechanic superhero.

And with that, I went home to drain my pasta with my tennis racket.



kelcey kintner


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