Thanks J. Bev!

Sister Mommies, I have to ask:  Why do our kids love soda sooo much?  Can you explain it to me?  Please!?  It’s brown, it’s sticky, eww.  It’s for greater minds than ours.  Let’s face it, it’s impossible to keep your children from drinking soda.  It’s everywhere, schools, playgrounds, the kitchen.  We live in a Pepsi-Cola World!

  Here’s what I discovered.  Replace all of your soda with diet sodas.  Dump out the DR. Pepper and fill the bottle with Diet Dr. Pepper.  The kids will never know the difference and you can rest easy knowing their diet just got a little healthier.

Just a tip.

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Think Outside The Block

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Think Outside The Block

One of the hardest things a new mommy will ever have to do is trust her little bundle of love with a babysitter.  Sure, some mommies are fortunate enough to live with or near the grandparents or other trusted family and friends. (Lars and I don’t speak to our families, but that’s for another post)  But what about those mommies who have to rely on the oldest profession in the world…the dreaded babysitter?

“What do I do?”

“Who can I trust?”

“I’m never going out again!”

What about those mommies?  Never fear, J. Bev is here.

First, let’s take a history lesson.  Traditionally, mommies have used a local teenager from their own neighborhood, generally the child of a trusted neighbor.  Not a bad idea.  It harkens back to the days when we were a hunting and gathering society and had to rely on the village as a whole to raise our children. (Is that where the saying comes from?)  It worked well at first, but then…not so much.  You see, our villages have evolved into cities, and, although it breaks my heart to say it, our villagers have evolved into strangers that we absolutely cannot trust.  Why do we put so much trust in someone simply because they live near us?  Is it because we’ve seen them before?  Is it because we know they come from a good family?

Foolish!

The apple doesn’t always land anywhere near the tree.  Shoot, there is a girl on my street who started smoking drugs when she was 16 and her parents are Christian!  Should I have trusted that junkie, I mean neighbor?  What if I had employed that girl as a babysitter?  Would Annie Laurie now be smoking drugs too? Probably.

I profess this:  Let’s treat babysitting as employers rather than mommies.  Mommies are sweet and caring and loving.  We are nurturers.  Employers are mean bald men that can crush you like a grape.  More importantly, employers don’t come to you.  You come to them.  Want a job?  Put on a tie and pound the pavement.  Want to babysit my child?  Same thing.  Find me, tell me, and make me believe you.

What do you do, J. Bev?

My family has a fantastic babysitter, Amber, and I suggest you employ my methods in finding your own Amber.  As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I don’t trust my neighbors as far as I can throw them.  I actually haven’t spoken to anyone from my subdivision in over 4 years (except when Annie Laurie sells her Girl Scout cookies).  Life is good….or was good until the dreaded day arrived.  The latest Fast and Furious movie opened on a Friday night and Lars insisted we have a date night.  I was torn between romance and continuing my streak of never leaving the children alone.  Knowing I owed the job to someone who was actively seeking employment as a babysitter, I turned to our local CraigsList.  Immediately, I found hundreds of hard chargers just aching for the opportunity.  Ultimately, I chose a gentleman named David.   What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in charm, timeliness, and an endless amount of knock knock jokes!   Fast forward to today: my children are happy, healthy, and do not smoke drugs.  David babysat for us twice, but after a heart to heart, he confessed that he did not like children.  He is still a dear friend and our Life Insurance Agent…win-win!  We found Amber the same way and she has been with us ever since.

As usual, my way may not be for everybody.  I like to put my advice on a plate and let you take it if you’re hungry.  Like I’ve always said, just because I strive to be the best mom I can be does not mean that everyone else will do the same.

Be well.

Thanks J. Bev!


 Tired of that little one always grabbing your cell phone?  Well, Lars and I were too.  Hubby thought he could keep his safe by putting it high on a shelf.  I see his point, but…  Isn’t that really just a band aid?  Is my job as a super mommy to mask problems, or to roll up my sleeves and solve them?
  Our solution?  Lars and I gave up our cell phones.  Forever.  We not only removed the temptation from our children, but we’re also save boat loads of money every month.  Sure, it was a sacrifice, but isn’t sacrifice what being a parent is all about.

Just a tip.

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Disadvantaged Fit Club

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I just received my community’s “Outstanding Citizen of the Year” award.  Just joshing, but I would have won it if it existed (which will probably be my next project).  I have spent the better part of the last few months designing a program to better the lives of homeless men and women in my area.

  Like many of you, I see homeless people everywhere.  Unlike many of you, I chose to do something about it.  Initially, I tried to put into legislation a bill that would have them bussed to a less fortunate city.  But let’s face it, that is not a solution, it’s a paint job.  My ride to work might be more pleasant, but the problem would still be there underneath.  What to do?  What to do?

  I sought advice from anyone I could think of: friends, the fire department, Lars, and God.  The only advice I received involved designing a program in which the homeless are provided with food.  Not bad, but it’s been done.  I wanted to be unique and clever in my helping of my fellow man.  Then it occurred to me.  Bing!  What’s the biggest problem, literally, in America?  Obesity.  What’s even worse?  Homeless obesity.  The people who don’t get a chance to be on The Biggest Loser.  I immediately went to work on starting a homeless fitness initiative at my local rec center.  Thankfully, I was declined at first. (I say thankfully because J. Bev heartsa challenge).  It turns out that it is impossible to set up such a program at an indoor public facility due to insurance and hygiene issues.  Boo.

  Last week, I caught a break and got permission to use a park.  After investing more than $25 in signs and banners, no one showed.  I think it’s because the homeless can’t read my signs, but Lars thinks its due to the fact that it’s the middle of winter.  In any event, they haven’t taken advantage of my charity.  Maybe if it had involved ripple…

  Well, at least I feel better about myself and the fact that my children can look up to my service in the community.  I’ll keep you guys posted about the future of my Disadvantaged Fit Camp.