If there is one toy in our house that enjoys idol status, it is the Bakugans. For those of you unfamiliar, they are little transformer-like spheres that morph into monsters and battle each other. My boys delight in collecting, trading […]
I remember when pop culture magazines started touting headlines that forty is the new thirty. Still in my twenties, I’d smirk at Courtney Cox smiling on the glossy cover and think, “Nice try, Courtney. Forty is totally old.” But now I’m […]
I don’t post too many crafts or kid projects here on twentyshekels. By and large crafts just are not my jam. But I will say this: If you see me post one it means I either think it is easy or […]
It’s getting harder to smile about my new kitchen lately. Why does it look like we are going backwards in the project, you ask? Let me explain. After a series of delays, cancellations, fits and starts, the kitchen project came […]
Last year I wrote a blog post swearing off yoga pants as my New Year’s resolution. It was bullish and speculative and based on a rash assumption that jeans are superior garments. I threw my beloved yoga pants under the […]
I wasn’t going to write a Christmas letter this year. Mostly because my life is so daily that at times it feels like that movie Groundhog Day – except Dave is not Bill Murray so it’s not quite as funny. […]
My son has developed an unhealthy obsession. Every time we open a package in the kitchen the little imp sneaks up and snatches the box. Sometimes out of the trash. He then scampers away, giggling, to combine it with […]
My Jawbone fitness tracker died this summer. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. It had been having trouble syncing, wasn’t counting my steps correctly, and wouldn’t hold a charge. But having it die irked me just the same. […]
Its that time of year again. Target is filled with frazzled parents clutching back-to-school lists – scavenging the picked over shelves for the correct brand of marker. Facebook has blown up with pictures of shiny happy kids on front steps […]
When I was a kid, I went to the county fair every year. I had three objectives: ride rides, eat greasy food, and flirt with boys. I secretly thought the 4-H kids hanging around the barns were boss. They […]