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Also, be proactive. If there are specific shows or channels you don't want your child watching, set parental codes on your TV. The same can be done on computers and mobile devices.

The most effective of all techniques though is to catch children being good or in an act of kindness. The reward and acknowledgement will be more genuine than if your child runs up to you and exclaims he cleaned his room or shared his cookie with his baby sister.

The key is to ensure that these relationships are respectful, responsive and reciprocal.

I do value your opinion as a reader- I'm surprised this doesn't kinda offend you but I do know some sites have that edge. I am not familiar with the sites you mentioned; only with Lifehacker. It jarred me, personally, here at Lifehacker. It's not the sound I'm accustomed to here.

exactly. I don't give a hoot about oil and etc (well, maybe a lil) but I'm not freezing my ass off for the first 5 minutes of my ride!!

Is this REALLY mid-century modern, ala Mad Men? I don't see it. Way too much bright chrome. This person needs a pinterest account lol. MAYBE the clock and the things on the window. But that chair, desk, bench? No.

well, Clown, what it looks like is that 30-something other readers (and counting) ALSO think that you're a smarmy ass. Do you know how many flipping companies student debt gets sold to? Do you know how often they bother to send written notice BEFORE calling you? Apparently you don't, cause you live in la-la land

Consider freelancing, once your kids are somewhat out of the "lump" stage and/or if you can work while your spouse is home. Graphic design, writing, consulting, etc. Brain stimulation, income, break from the kids, etc. I personally have never been happier. Ten years later, you couldn't pay me to go back to the cube.

Hmm, I said Writer, not Author. There's a difference-which I would assume a lawyer to understand said difference. I'm also an editor, though, so if you had Googled me, you'd find my name *inside* many, many books. Two currently on the shelves at B & N today. Not that it matters, as I've forgotten what we're arguing

I've seen the price of translators come down due to globalization over the past 5 years. I've got translators on my staff who happily work for 7 cents (usd) per word. ~Allena Tapia

Honey, you are so far our of your league on this. Stick to lawyer-ing. ~Allena Tapia (Google me motherfucker- if you can take the crow pie).

YES! Munich to Chicago. The agent pointed out the code to me. Had to go in the blowy-machine thing... Although I gotta say, I didn't have NEARLY as bad a time as the poor chick with toddler in stroller and baby strapped on. They woke up the toddler, who proceeded to cry for being awakened the WHOLE TIME, pulled

Blonde white and freshly showered-we always win. I'm not even joking, and I'm def not proud.

On a recent trip from Munich to Chicago, a woman at like a second or third screening area pointed to some code at the top of my ticket and asked if I'd ever gotten it before? I said No, she said no prob, it's random (so why would I have got it before?? or recognized it then??). It put me in the puff machine thing

YES working out with hubby, male friend, etc=SO MUCH BETTER. It's like they have freaking radar or something. Dude, I'm not here to socialize.

Look, I feel like people see me as one of those skinny bitches. I HATE when I'm on a treadmill next to some woman twice my size huffing and puffing cause I KNOW she THINKS I'm judging her but good lord, I'm just there to get my workout on, ok? I'm not showing off, I'm not judging you, and if I look in your direction,

it's ok, I go on pizza night often enough for both of us.

Actually, I do read the comments when I'm paid to do so. HuffPo, however, is not one of those outlets.

I will read the comments under my own articles when I'm paid to do so. That's being intelligent and protecting my bottom line; not "fright." I'm a paid writer; not a paid reader. This is my career.

lol at the laundry comment. yes, I've told my teen to just view underwear as something that is disposable. almost 40 years old, 10 of them regular as a clock, and still get a "WTSF is going on down there?" moment every cycle.