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the not-so-joyous parts of motherhood</description><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>853</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-8731469831437994385</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-29T00:00:07.006-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>presents</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>help this woman</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>advice</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>summer</category><title>Help This Woman: What Do I Get the Teacher?</title><atom:summary type='text'>

Hi and waving! It's Lydia and Louise! Did you have a good Memorial Day weekend?! We missed you!

[[[awkwardly long internet hug]]]

So we need your advice because we are very confused about something important. It's almost the end of the school year and it's time to buy presents for our kids' teachers.

We love our teachers and we want to do something nice for them but at the same time, we </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/help-this-woman-what-do-i-get-teacher.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpJ3aOGipFg/T8QwsfeSFGI/AAAAAAAADis/Q9Xlg0Yj0M8/s72-c/teacher-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>118</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-1845260631173392486</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2012 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-27T17:56:00.636-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Happiest and Best YouTube Video Ever</title><atom:summary type='text'>Only the best video ever that will make you cry tears of HAPPY, HAPPY JOYFULNESS.









Yes. That actually happened.

Well done, Isaac. You're a wonderful persona and a total romantic bad ass.

xo, Lydia

(c)Herding Turtles, Inc. 2009 - 2011</atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/happiest-and-best-youtube-video-eber.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><thr:total>31</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-5590939078259361439</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-23T00:00:00.412-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lydia</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dogs</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>gross</category><title>The Most Disgusting Thing That Has Ever Happened</title><atom:summary type='text'>

If you have a weak stomach, or have a bad reaction to things that are disgusting (particularly in relationship to dogs and canine behavior), THIS IS NOT THE POST FOR YOU. You should probably click away. Because it's about to get all kinds of nasty up in here. 

Here's the thing about having a dog. It's gross. Having kids is gross too, of course, what with the being puked on and never knowing </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/most-disgusting-thing-that-has-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcwUVGOxGmw/T7mATigL4uI/AAAAAAAADhA/sdpW7LYi5DI/s72-c/warning+sign+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>107</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-6182312044443952332</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-22T00:00:01.582-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>motherpucker project</category><title>The Mother Pucker Stuffing Party Wrap Up</title><atom:summary type='text'>Please note that Kate is wearing Jimmy Choos. Also note that Lydia is wearing clogs. This was not planned.The only thing missing here is Guru Louise (cue the sound of stifled sobbing). As you know, we wrapped up our Mother Pucker Mother's Day project by making 100 gift bags for every mom in every homeless and domestic violence shelter in our community. It was so awesome. Imagine a perfect, sunny </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/mother-pucker-stuffing-party-wrap-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVnzq9TSdxE/T7mjZ0ShLhI/AAAAAAAADiQ/VdVHvZAqC8Y/s72-c/photo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-3839959755656116900</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-17T09:44:34.832-04:00</atom:updated><title>Stories from Mother's Day</title><atom:summary type='text'>

We wanted to share some of the amazing emails and stories we've gotten as a result of the Mother's Pucker project. Here goes:


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I just wanted to take the time to thank you for your Mother Pucker project!


When I read the blog entry about taking Mothers day back it really upset me... I was all teary and bleary thinking about all </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/stories-from-mothers-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8r4gqz7fL8I/T7UAZzNppYI/AAAAAAAADgU/6OQavzRw_a4/s72-c/Mother+Pucker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-7651141484736357121</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-16T08:12:51.369-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>best. idea. ever.</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>working mom</category><title>Mommyland Babysitter Application</title><atom:summary type='text'>As you all know, a few months ago I went back to work part-time. I’m lucky enough to have my amazing MIL watching my kids one day a week and on the other day I hired a babysitter.This was my first time hiring a regular caregiver for my kids and I found the whole process really intimidating and annoying. We’ve had plenty of date night babysitters in the last four years, but they had all been </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/mommyland-babysitter-application.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Guru Louise)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dqA5frGaq8/T7MMVj8BNaI/AAAAAAAAW3E/njg1GM2IGzs/s72-c/Babysitter%2BWanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-2630474373435057128</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-15T00:00:01.905-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>MIni</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>conversations</category><title>Conversations with a Three Year Old</title><atom:summary type='text'>My daughter Mini is three years old and is a precious little cupcake baked by the devil.  Here are some of the conversations I’ve had with her lately. Including questions. Questions that no sane person can answer.Mini: You know Mr. Jones who lives in da house right dere?Me: Yes.Mini: Why does he look like a person?Me: Because he is a person.Mini: I'm skeptical.Me: ??Mini: I am.Me: ??Mini: BUT WHY</atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/conversations-with-three-year-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlLZ9QetccA/T7GlD_84veI/AAAAAAAADf4/MJisxCCcOIE/s72-c/cupcake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-1764856860331610919</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-12T21:26:49.303-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>motherpucker project</category><title>I Carry Your Heart</title><atom:summary type='text'>Happy Mother’s Day!No, really, I mean it. This is a truly happy Mother’s Day thanks to the generosity and sheer kindness of all of our Mommyland Mother Pucker helpers. We took all that commercialized, superficial, hyped-up Mother’s Day bullschmidt and we kicked it right in the crotch, like Ralph Macchio doing a crane kick to Johnny’s nuts.Thanks to you, we helped hundreds of Mommyland moms feel </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/i-carry-your-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Guru Louise)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KN_H1IiKrMI/T63Ge8MpoFI/AAAAAAAAW0g/i-lmiCI313E/s72-c/free-vintage-mothers-day-card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-8470680136896752146</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-10T09:37:07.631-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>motherpucker project</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lydia</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>embarrassing</category><title>A Little Puckdate</title><atom:summary type='text'>

Guess what? I have some good news. In fact I have TWO bits of good news and a story where I humiliate myself in public because my 3 year old is cupcake baked by the devil. Ready? Here we go!

I heard from Yvonne at World Birth Aid. Her organization has received almost $2,000 in donations in the past 10 days. SERIOUSLY? That's 1,000 clean birth kits. That's potentially hundreds of momma and </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/little-puckdate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hc7GBSDpKYE/T6sUaS90MuI/AAAAAAAADfM/B1n3QdAs-qc/s72-c/bloggers-for-birth-kits-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-5694119806500150675</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-09T08:37:04.254-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>motherpucker project</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>awesomeness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>letters</category><title>We Totally Puck!</title><atom:summary type='text'>

When I started writing this, I had titled it "Our Stories...The Givers" and then McLovin walked by and said something about givers and who are the receivers and then I started to explain that I meant they were letters from the moms who had given stuff to other moms but he had that face on that meant that he was being funny and porny and then I changed the title something to reflect even more </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/we-totally-puck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate M.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzksXfqzYpM/T6nEPaAlysI/AAAAAAAABfI/C5oSbry33NE/s72-c/Mother_Pucker.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-4823559297275621473</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-08T16:28:36.075-04:00</atom:updated><title>What's Wrong with Mother's Day in Table Form</title><atom:summary type='text'>

Here is something else I don't want.

I posted the graphic below last week when I introduced the Mother Pucker project, then people started emailing it to me ("Did you see this Lydia? It's so YOU.") and sharing it on Facebook and Twitter. And I was like, OH SNAP. I finally do something halfway decent and our name isn't even on it.

Typical.

So I just put our name on it. Because this table is </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/whats-wrong-with-mothers-day-in-table.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9VXXjUHvBQ/T6mBQ0Yt_aI/AAAAAAAADe0/r86qtCXHeO8/s72-c/FTD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-6366396990536755240</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-10T09:02:31.638-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Mother Pucker Stuffing Party</title><atom:summary type='text'>

So as one part of the Mother Pucker project to reclaim Mother's Day winds down, another is getting us all wound up.

The wind down? Last night we finished matching up the last mommas to help each other this Mother's Day. We matched over 400 women who wanted to help, with moms who need a little extra love this. We're already getting stories about people being so awesome to each other that it </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/mother-pucker-stuffing-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vix3GdvSTHY/T6hh8sBQlVI/AAAAAAAADeU/GV0aD5DMQN8/s72-c/Mother+Pucker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-829269582591802779</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-07T00:00:07.683-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Yenta</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>advice</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cooking</category><title>The Yenta Takes on Eggplant</title><atom:summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;

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Here's the thing about Mother's Day: there's something wrong with it. I've always felt like Mother's Day was sort of a disappointment. I'm not whining about a lack of jewelry or some crap like that. Because sometimes I think the general impression (in the media and elsewhere) of what moms want for mother's day is kind of bullschmidt.

Here's what I mean (and Zales, I'm looking at you):








</atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/these-hookers-are-taking-mothers-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmNE84nEk3M/T6u8PKpp0qI/AAAAAAAADfs/vnuXzfUxchc/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+Table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>59</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-3868602086413769480</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-01T00:04:57.830-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>motherpucker project</category><title>What's a Clean Birth Kit?</title><atom:summary type='text'>

We're in the process of reclaiming Mother's Day through being completely awesome to each other. It's called The Mother Pucker Project. So when we got an email from a blogger named Adriel who asked us if we'd participate in something called "Bloggers for Birth Kits", we were like "YES. ON IT". Because it is an amazing project. We cribbed most of the following from her website and she was totally</atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/05/whats-clean-birth-kit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-wi63jsnbw/T572exF2LnI/AAAAAAAADdA/zJDOEHBdOsw/s72-c/Mother+Pucker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-2567266367543400981</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-28T16:48:53.455-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>scary</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>news</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ellen</category><title>And FINALLY Some Freaking Good News</title><atom:summary type='text'>

Today? Happy kitten.
After a week of crappy news in Mommyland, which followed an even crappier week of deep, contemplative thoughts that made our brains and hearts hurt... It's f*cking time for some good news. Here's a little story like to hear it here it goes:

Once upon a time there was a really great family. In this family there was a mom, a dad, and three beautiful little girls. What this </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/04/and-finally-some-freaking-good-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2LPP-Gbal0/T5hX4e7rUHI/AAAAAAAADbo/smsRtkEamh8/s72-c/Happy_Kitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-4225070740897082536</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-25T00:00:13.175-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kate</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kittens</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pinterest</category><title>So Now What?</title><atom:summary type='text'>

         I am currently a sad kitten.

I am sad. Kate is gone.

It's my fault, too. I told her she had to tell me what she was doing. And she did. And now she's gone. She'd sort of been gone already because of her selfish need to prioritize things like parenting her children and real life responsibilities and whatnot over blogging with me, but now it's official and I feel like a piece of stool.</atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/04/so-now-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6oDUon8ba8/T5a1dD7bBpI/AAAAAAAADZ8/foI2zwJVYgY/s72-c/sad_kitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-8127816514020679687</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-24T00:00:16.511-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kate</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>stupidity</category><title>Doctor Kate Is In...And Also, Out</title><atom:summary type='text'>Hi girls...
So, as you maybe could tell for the past few days weeks months [Months? - Kate] [Yes, stupid. MONTHS. Gah. - Lydia] my attendance here in MommyLand has been a *little bit* non-existent. In the way that Lydia says that I have a *little bit* of an interest in shoes. 
We know we've told you so many times that things were getting busy -- oh that sounded porny didn't it? -- and that it was</atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/04/doctor-kate-is-inand-also-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate M.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0A1zQhAV5ZA/T5YMTWjtwzI/AAAAAAAABek/M8vnK6jNDto/s72-c/Dr+Kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-7554257218876617585</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-12T00:00:06.089-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>birthdays</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Five Universal Laws</category><title>5 Universal Laws of Kids' Birthdays</title><atom:summary type='text'>Why do kid's birthdays always seem to degenerate into a giant cluster of stress, disappointment, exhaustion and not enough juice boxes? Seriously. I want to know.

You see, I'm doing my very best not to raise bratty, over-entitled children. We give them each three presents at Christmas. THREE. We discuss with them how much things cost and what is reasonable. We talk a lot about gratitude and </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/04/5-universal-laws-of-kids-birthdays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia and Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VDRnKoPS4ug/T4Y4R1Rd52I/AAAAAAAADYo/IdjZKqI98S0/s72-c/VintageBirthday-I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-5450606936299507141</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-11T00:00:04.463-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>awesomeness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Caine's Arcade</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movie</category><title>The Best 10 Minutes on the Internet - Caine's Arcade</title><atom:summary type='text'>

This is Caine in his office. Photo is from www.cainesarcade.com
Sometimes you come across stuff on the internet and you just really have to share it. This is one of those things. Please meet 9 year-old Caine Monroy. Caine lives in East Los Angeles with his family. He spent his summer vacation last year building an elaborate arcade in the store front of his dad's junk yard and used auto parts </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/04/best-10-minutes-on-internet-caines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kenfidCUETg/T4RC7BI0WTI/AAAAAAAADYY/1lD3JvtSHg0/s72-c/Caine%27s+arcade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-9076261956202524622</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-10T09:06:14.232-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>whuck? gross</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>guru louise</category><title>The Self-Timer Incident</title><atom:summary type='text'>How was your holiday weekend? Good? Let me tell you who did NOT begin her Easter on the right foot: my friend, Amy.

Note: Before we discuss this any further, let me just tell you that this may get a little disgusting. But if you've dealt with small children it's pretty much par for the course. 

Amy had a really extra special weekend planned. Besides having two small children at Easter (which, </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/04/self-timer-incident.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Guru Louise)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7itY8HzK9tA/T4LvWG2JkKI/AAAAAAAADYQ/-s1EEtUW6To/s72-c/easter-joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-498602006261140855</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2012 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-07T17:02:06.667-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>puppies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Easter</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movie</category><title>Happy Easter</title><atom:summary type='text'>Happy Easter! Please enjoy some cuteness.



xo, Lydia, Kate &amp; Gurur Louise

(c)Herding Turtles, Inc. 2009 - 2011</atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/04/happy-easter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-3735256434342412484</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-05T09:08:53.702-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lydia</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>whuck?</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>TV</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>stupidity</category><title>Is it Just Me? I Want Backstory on Kids TV Shows</title><atom:summary type='text'>I sometimes think I'm the only one who wonders about bizarro things like if the Blue Wiggle is hot in real life* or what the hell happened to the redheaded girl from the Fresh Beat Band? Do you ever wonder about things like that, too?

Please say yes.

Obviously, I have young kids and we watch TV and I have no life. Don't judge me. Recently I noticed that a bunch of kids shows that I haven't seen</atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/04/is-it-just-me-i-want-backstory-on-kids.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt11jUP2fL0/T30MkNT2mWI/AAAAAAAADYE/j5L11Pz9r8A/s72-c/lazytown-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>265</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-6037094990518005863</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-04T09:39:15.346-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>teenagers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dads</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>stupidity</category><title>5 Dating Sites My Daughter Will Be Allowed to Use</title><atom:summary type='text'>

YES! It could happen!
My daughter is almost 9 and thankfully she's still not that into boys. But some of her friends are. Some of them are starting to have crushes. It is making me insane. I swear about 5 minutes ago they were all playing Polly Pockets and asking for juice boxes.

I WANT THAT BACK.

So my husband, the incomparable Cap'n Coupon, and I discussed the future and the fact that some </atom:summary><link>http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/04/5-dating-sites-my-daughter-will-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lydia B.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2YFJMeE0tE/T2x8bfI93RI/AAAAAAAADWM/gSyVRj21_TI/s72-c/50s-teen-couple-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>64</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
