Someone sent around a link today and I could not stop laughing at this:

http://www.funnyjunk.com/

There are so many things wrong here, but I’m only going to focus on the air chomping. If you’re going to be chomping the air that hard, you should be really sure of your rollerblading prowess. The only thing worse than the aggressive air-chomping is the footwork. Or, the fact that it’s a dinosaur in a basketball uniform.

Now I have this imitation going on in my living room, over and over. Complete with sound effects.

I think I’m going to get him rollerblades for Christmas.

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You know how the universe has a way of setting you straight? I used to constantly comment about the awful parents at the library whose children ran around and – GASP – didn’t wait their turn, and weren’t whispering, and didn’t color code their crayons when they put them back in the box after craft time. I judged everyone, because my kid was perfect.

Then I was sent a child with special needs who would change the order of all the books and pet the librarian’s double-chin if given the chance. Though, he might do that color-coding crayons thing.

Yin. Yang.

Our yellow Lab was rotten. She was cute, but she ran away all the time, ate all things inedible, threw up a lot, and had the world’s nastiest gas. Our black Lab won’t leave the yard if we forget to close the gate, won’t even eat the bones we buy her, and a few weeks ago when I gave her peroxide to TRY to make her throw up, her iron stomach held the contents firmly in place.

That’s 50/50 dog luck, right there.

Earlier today my boss left me the nicest compliment on Twitter. Her opinion is nothing to scoff at, given she’s a multi-award winning, cross-platform media thought leader; which includes her place on the list of FORTUNE’s 2013 Most Powerful Women Entrepreneurs. If you introduce her to someone in person, you need an inhaler because you’ll be out of breath from the accolades. Needless to say, this made my day.

Don't you all think @MomoFali is an AWESOME representative for the BlogHer brand on Twitter? Just butting in to embarrass her 🙂 -Elisa

— BlogHer (@BlogHer) November 20, 2013

I wrote her back and thanked her, then I stood up, tripped over my own feet, and fell flat on the floor.

Thanks for keeping me centered, universe. Thanks a lot.

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When my daughter was little she was an N’Sync fan. Remember N’Sync? Slick hair, slick clothes, smooth voices, boy band extraordinaire?

One of my friends gave her a t-shirt that looked just like this:

I know this shirt is around here somewhere, but I can’t find it which is why I took this image from an auction site and didn’t snap one myself. I would have NEVER gotten rid of it. She wore it to bed every night and I’m sure I have it stashed somewhere safe, but my “somewhere safe stash” is always a place I can’t remember. It will turn up, probably next year when I’m looking for a turkey baster.

Somewhere in her youth, I started liking N’Sync too. Maybe it was all the Barney that did me in and when I couldn’t take another minute of songs about sunshine, I took to her new-found interest in music I could actually tolerate. Over the past five years or so, my tolerating turned into true appreciation for the solo artist Justin Timberlake became after N’Sync split up. Recently, my appreciation has turned into JT being just about all I listen to.

Yesterday, my husband surprised me and my daughter with Justin Timberlake tickets for tonight’s concert. JT has managed to do what very few people can, which is close the 27 year generation gap between me and my kid. We both screamed when we found out we were going. We are both exceptionally excited about this show.

So, I WILL find this shirt. Not because either one of us would actually wear it (or fit in it, for that matter), but because it’s a piece of something we’ve shared together from the start. It’s a fond memory for me and I love that we are going to add this concert to the scrapbook in my mind.

But there is one more thing that needs to be said and my heart wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t get it off my chest. Before we leave for the show I’m going to give my daughter a hug and whisper in her ear, “I’m so excited to be seeing Justin Timberlake with you, but no matter how happy it would make you or how much we could bond, I want you to know that I will never, ever like One Direction.”

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