I realized that all these years, I had been dreading a giant toad, lurking offshore, waiting to suck me under and drag me out to sea.
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I feel like it would be wrong to say I “really liked” this book. I did, however, read it in three days, which says something, at least.
I don’t know a strong enough word to describe how twisted it was. Smartly twisted.
But I have to agree with a few others who said that the first two hundred pages dragged. Not to mention the complete lack of resolution. A little bit of a cop out, Ms. Flynn.
It is literally taking all the self control I can conjure up not to post a list of my most recent accomplishments in my house and life. But as I’ve made an unwritten and completely personal pledge to avoid becoming “that (stay at home) mom” I’m not going to do it. I’m simply going to say, there is a reason for the my lack of writing lately.
My focus is elsewhere.
Triumphant elsewhere.
I’m attempting a little series.
This is the first, in the series. Perhaps not the strongest. But I feel confident things will only get better.
For all the times bad customer service makes for an easy and entertaining blog post (here, and here), I am always trepidatious of boasting of good customer service. But alas, I’m on a high this year, and I can tell you with completely honesty, my glowing personality in the check out line is not responsible here.
It started with Totsy.
About two weeks ago, Eliott’s class of behavioral over-achievers filled the jar of gold drops (and I quote) “faster than any class has ever done this!” (according to the email) and earned themselves a little party. It was a stuffed animal party. Each kid was allowed to bring a favorite stuffed animal to school for the day. Talk about a genius idea.
But this was back before brand-new-and-also-pregnant-kindergarten-mom had her shit together.
It was a Thursday. John offered to take Eliott to school, so he could see her classroom, meet her teacher, and let Carter and me sleep in.
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I’ve been a little absent from the Internet. But not from life. Oh no.
I’ve been getting things done. Lots of things. Hidden messes became large piles. Large piles are becoming small piles. Some small piles are disappearing, and bedrooms are surfacing.
In my hormonal pursuit to get things done before December 5th, I’ve been making lists, calendars, and labels. I don’t typically dig around the mommy blogging network for ideas in these matters, as I’m prone to believing I am probably doing everything better than anyone anyway, but alas, I have recently–accidentally–run across some ideas that I just couldn’t help but find genius.
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Remember the underwear scheme in 6th grade? I think it was more cunningly titled “Pretty Panty Exchange,” and the idea was the exact same as every other chain letter pyramid scheme: send two pairs of underwear, two dollars, two books, whatever, one to each of the addresses above you, and in six weeks you’ll have a million pairs of underwear(!), a million dollars(!), an entire library of fabulous paperbacks(!). I probably opted out simply because I can’t–and never could–handle the word panties. Cringe.
Nevertheless, it always sounded too good to be true.
Ask anyone involved in Zeek Rewards and they’ll tell you that is exactly what it is. (By the way, did that story make national news, or are we just privy to it because it happened a few miles down the road from us?)
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The UnderToad 