When I was a Head Start teacher (sooooo much more paperwork than being a kindergarten teacher, we also had to mop and vacuum our own floors, sanitize toys and tables everyday, and I spent a lot more out of pocket on changing up the dramatic play area, but I digress), we had banana dogs on the breakfast menu. Banana…

LOL sounds like my mom. She sees me drink 1 beer and she’s like ‘Oh, you’re drinking tonight?” 

Would my breakfast reviewer eat this and enjoy it?

Meh. Big deal. I hid beer from my mother because she thinks everyone is an alcoholic.

you made two good things, worse. much, much worse. at the exact same time.

Ever had that “discussion”? It’s easier on the relationship to hide the snacks.

except for when that talk has happened multiple times, and the other part still eats your snacks and leftovers without asking. 

My brother describes his two as captive lions. If he doesn’t feed them 20 pounds of red meat a week, they are liable to get aggressive.

Sounds like a normal teenage boy to me.

This brings back memories of my paternal grandmother, who I think used the word “oriental” though to her credit she was born in 1925.

It took me a long time to learn some of the lessons in this piece. “Having a conversation” isn’t inherently a bad thing. In fact, you could argue it’s necessary, as that’s where everything starts. But the “conversation” never goes anywhere, the subject drops out of the news and people are expected to just think back…

Having a conversation implies that there are parties who need to understand the situation and learn more. Facebook is notorious for making such claims but...

it’s better to actually ask the kids what they want during the week versus imposing something on them that evening.

Yoga with Adrienne has been my savior this entire quarantine. She’s so sweet/dorky and is one of the few online instructors that I’ve seen that is really good about explaining how to check that you’re doing correct form at home. Highly recommend all of her stuff

I’m rocking a ton of preacher curls. Like every night, around 5, I just start curling, and it goes for hours. Rather than a dumbbell, I use a cylindrical weighted object. It starts heavy, but soon feels lighter and lighter. It’s a can. It’s filled with beer. I’m just drinking a lot.

I have recently discovered a former (extremely thirsty) coworker of mine is a fitness influencer. She does squats in spandex and tells people to eat clean. She has enough followers that she has a few sponsors. Getting paid for bending over is kind of a good deal. But on the flip side, there are pictures of her tush…

And hubby and tummy. But chummy is ok. 

Jack LaLanne’s wife’s name was Elaine, and I think that’s great.

I hate the word yummy, I just hate it!

I have a strong dislike of fitness gurus or whatever who make big promises regarding results.