People I Want to Punch in the Throat


Top 10 Tips to Reuse Lint

You all know by now that I have a cheap bastard for a husband. He is always following me around the house turning off lights leaving me to work in the dark, making our thermostat so cold our pipes freeze, taking me out to eat at buffets and any place he has a buy-one-get-one-free coupon. Because of this, I'm always looking for new frugal, money saving tips to keep my marriage strong and healthy, because I'm a good wife.

My friend Ellen at Sisterhood of the Sensible Mom recently brought a pin on Pinterest to my attention and suggested I take a look. It was called "Reusing Dryer Lint - Frugal Tips."

Hmmm. That sounded interesting. While I've never heard the Hubs complain outright about the amount of lint we waste every year, I thought he might appreciate my proactive approach to saving. When I clicked the link, imagine my surprise to find a fun craft you can do with your children and dryer lint. You can make a sock puppet and shove it full of dryer lint as the stuffing. Yay!!! (Did the sarcasm font work there? Sometimes it doesn't always work.)

Now, my other friend, Robyn, at Hollow Tree Ventures noticed something interesting, "Hey, they promised you tipS, but really there is only one. Surely there are other things you can do with your dryer lint besides stuff a sock?"

You know what? She was absolutely right. Think of all the people who can't make a sock puppet and yet they want to reuse their dryer lint too! So, a bunch of us put our heads together and thought long and hard about other uses for dryer lint this is what we came up with:

Do You Make Your Kid Share?

Do you teach your kids to share? Do you enforce some sort of sharing rule in your house? What about outside of your house?

An article was brought to my attention recently. It's called Should You Teach Your Child to Share? The author is firmly in the camp of "my child does not need to share." EVER. Her child attends a preschool co-op where the children are not required to share toys. They can even call dibs on a toy and a teacher/parent will hold that toy for them while they go to the bathroom, break for snack, etc. They also don't have to share the swings or the monkey bars at recess.

Douchey Dad Revisited

'Guest post from The Hubs'

Apparently Jen hit a douchey nerve with her previous post.

I had no idea Jen had so many Douchey Dad readers and that they cared so much what she thinks or writes.  Before Jen started writing I never even heard of or read a blog before.  I think I was too busy on the golf course with my Douchey Dad friends.  Now that she has found a great audience and her voice, I fully support her writing and her sharp wit - even if she makes me look like a bitch sometimes.

My Lame Life

I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been really quiet lately. I have a good reason, though. It's not like I've been binge-watching Netflix and eating bonbons all day. I've been writing a book when I run out of stuff to watch on Netflix and the bonbons are all gone.

That's right! I wrote a new boooooook! (Said in my best Oprah voice.)

I know a lot of you have been waiting for a new People I Want to Punch in the Throat book and I'm excited to tell you that it's ... STILL ON THE WAY. I'm actually turning it into my editor this week.

But in the meantime, I have a different booooook!

This one is called My Lame Life. It's a hilarious and snarky fiction book for young adults (and those adults who like to read YA, I know you're out there, don't try to hide). You see, about a year ago my kids asked me to write a book that they could read. They gave me a list of requirements:

1. Make me laugh.
2. No kissing.
3. Badass heroine.
4. No magic.
5. No terminal illnesses.
6. No dead parents.

And so, Plum Parrish was born. Plum is plucky (even though she'd totally hate that word) and she's awkward and kind of weird and just a lot to handle. She's opinionated and some might call her bossy, but I'd say she has leadership skills. I wanted to write a book that could reach the kids on the fringes. The kids who don't quite fit in, but really don't want to either. It's a struggle to be true to yourself and get through an average day in middle school and high school. I wanted to write a book that my kids and their friends could relate to. A book that shows them to embrace who they are and own it completely, despite public opinion. This is the book that 13-year-old Jen needed. Luckily we had Judy Blume, but even she was a little too sweet for me. I also wanted to write a funny, hilarious, and snarky book that didn't have one single fart joke. This book is like People I Want to Punch in the Throat: The High School Years.

Here's the blurb:

My name is Plum Parrish, I’m fourteen, and I’m pretty sure I’m invisible. Not like super power invisible, more like loser invisible. There’s a big difference. I live with my dad who doesn’t realize that a job transfer to Kansas is not a promotion; my s’mother who thinks journaling, cheesy inspo slogans, and mani-pedis can solve my problems; and my twin brother Pax who is so perfect I’m convinced we share absolutely no DNA. Unfortunately, I’m not invisible to them. I love them, but they embarrass me on the daily. Honestly, they would probably say the same about me, because I’m weird, sarcastic, and just a lot. My best friend is ghosting me, and my other best friend is a teacher. The move to Kansas is my opportunity to reinvent myself and embrace my a lot-ness (yes, that is too a word). Sure, I will literally have to battle a live bat, a Queen Bee, and my unruly hair, but I will find my tribe and own who I am. 

I am really excited for you (and your tweens and teens) to read this book. I think you're going to like it a lot. If this isn't your thing, that's cool, but I bet you know someone who would like this book. Please help me out and tell someone about it. 

Grab a copy at all the retailers here:


>>>>>>Paperback from Amazon

>>>>>>iBook from Apple


>>>>>>Paperback from Barnes & Noble


>>>>>>Google Book

If you want a signed paperback, you can email me and I'll let you know how to do that.
And please don't forget to leave me a review on Amazon and Goodreads, those are like gold to me!

How About a "Thank You"?

Lately I've been kind of busy with a bunch of other stuff so I haven't been paying close attention to what's going on in the world. However, over the weekend and into today I've received countless links to articles about that letter from the asshole parents who are throwing their snowflake a first birthday party. I finally had to stop what I was doing and take a look!

Holy cow.


I guess because I have younger kids, I only ever see the overachieving moms (OAM) at the over the top birthday parties or designing elaborate concoctions for school lunches. I forgot about the children the overachievers have been raising long before I started having kids. I didn't think about the high school-aged children of the OAMs. That's why I was surprised last week when I read an article about "promposals."

Douchey Dads

I was attending an auction at a chic country club and  I arrived early to help the organizers set up and I was surprised to find the bar full of young, well dressed (if you can call expensive plaid shorts well dressed), golf playing, thousands of dollars a year for dues paying men sitting around drinking and yukking it up.  I wanted to say, "Hey...where do you guys work that you can spend half of a Tuesday golfing at this expensive club?"  (I also wanted to hand all of them my real estate business card, because these guys look like the type who might need a good divorce attorney and Realtor in their Rolodex's at all times.)

I started setting up tables, but I just couldn't control my irritation at these guys.  Everything about them rubbed me the wrong way.  Their stupid plaid shorts, their expensive drinks and the yukking. God, the yukking.  I've never heard laughter that was so phony and so forced.  It sounded like a combination of sea lions and parrots barking at each other.