Solicitors, protecting yourself, and the law

The door knocks.

You weren’t expecting anyone, but a few things can happen.

  1. You simply ignore it, not knowing if it was a visitor you needed to take.
  2. You answer, only to be bothered by someone selling you cheaper energy, pest control, books, makeup, insurance, etc. You wait and listen to be polite or say you’re not interested, only to be answered with persistence pushiness, or a knock at your door later that evening.
  3. You do or don’t answer, and the ‘solicitor’ is really just casing your home, learning your schedule, and seeing if you’re a good target.

Either way, solicitors generally mark an uncomfortable, annoying, or even dangerous moment in your day.

In my neighborhood lately, we’ve had the same pest control company making its way through our community, leaving many moms at a minimum, annoyed, and at most, downright scared. That’s why I wanted to  put together some information about solicitors, your rights, and what to do when you’re called upon.

Why we should be more like drunk girls in the bathroom

Women, we are strange, beautiful, mysterious beings, and nowhere is this more apparent than out at a bar. Nobody can be more cutthroat than a girl at a bar, shooting daggers at you because you 1. Are younger 2. Are cuter 3. Aren’t a regular (girl, YOU DON’T BELONG HERE) 4. Look unassumingly sweet 5. Look assumingly slutty.

But then something strange happens in the bathroom.

That’s right, within the small confines of a public restroom, among spilled spirits, sprinkled urine (come on, YOU try hovering over the toilet dizzy from vodka soda, thighs shaking from Jillian Michaels), you enter into a Narnia-like land.

The whole Outsiders territorial facade fades; the shrewd judgy eyes soften, and any thoughts of throwing a shoulder in front of her to catch the bartender’s attention vanishes.

Because now, you’ve entered into this strange, unspoken sisterhood, where your few minutes of waiting feels more like hours, where you’re almost sad it’s your turn because you just don’t want to say goodbye.

Mom-approved must-have toddler gear

This post contains affiliate links. That means a tiny portion of the sale goes to me at no expense to you. I only recommend products I love; thank you for your support!

As parents, we’re always wanting to learn; what works for others, what has failed for others, how to make your kids’ life better, and in return, yours too.

This list has parent-approved, tried and true products that you pretty much need…like, right now.

No, seriously, why are you still reading?

From bed time to play time, car rides and traveling, play dates and dinner dates and everything in between, I’m covering the top 15 items you need right now.

What’s better than the awesome products themselves is the fact that they’re on Amazon, aka the parent’s holy life saving grail. Side note: does anyone else have a serious Amazon problem? The kind where your mail person knows you a little too well kind of problem? The kind where you get multiple shipments a day? The kind where if a day goes by without a package, you’re dialing the police because you must have been robbed? Yeah, me either…

My 30th birthday party

With just having had a baby and being busy back to work, a birthday party was nowhere on my list of things to do. My husband must have known, which is why he secretly asked my close friends and family to come over for a party and then told me about it a week in advance – he knew it would be too late to cancel, but early enough that I could have a hand in the planning (smart guy).

I’d like to thank Corky’s Catering,Cork Catering, and Courageous Bakery & Cafe for providing delicious food and treats for the party.

Planning a party doesn’t have to be a huge stress. I recommend ordering food from a local, trusted caterer – Corky’s Catering helped me choose my menu, delivered food prior to the party that not only was a beautiful presentation but left my guests raving about it to this day. Also, everyone loves cupcakes, but when you’re hosting a party at your house, the mess of baking and the promise of something beautiful will usually go awry. Courageous Bakery matched my floral-themed party with gorgeous cupcakes that enhanced my decor.

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Why I’m happy my husband kept his surname

It was a chilly April night; I had a horrible day at work and called off our date since my job was running late, but his sweet charm and the promise of a delicious meal won me over. (There’s really not much some fresh, crusty bread and soft, salted butter can’t do to win me over.) After a great date with my best guy, we walked around our local college campus, a walk we took hundreds of times during our college years together.

We passed the dorm where he yelled, “I LOVE LINDSAY ROSASCO” at the top of his lungs in the middle of the night, with people replying, “SHUT UP!” or a celebratory “WOO” from the windows. We passed the music building where students were practicing, even late at night, the jazzy tunes floating their way through the air. We walked by the computer building where I surprised him years ago after class with a huge comforter and dessert for an impromptu nighttime picnic on the quad.

We walked around the mall where I watched him play kickball as I debated the actual importance of making it to my visual communications art class. We ended in front of our old dorm, the place I made my first friend as an unnerved transfer student who quickly became my best – where we stayed up until 5 a.m. talking, laughing, and learning. The place we acted out the cliché of young and wild and free and where a tipsy first meet turned into deep love.

The things you’ll never know

My dearest little one,

I’m writing this one-handed, your little breaths keeping the softest metronome, your little lips pursed out as you dream of eating.

You’ll never know all the times I kissed your tiny fingers as you gripped me so tight; I promise it’s impossible to even count that high.

You’ll never know how I breathed in your skin like it was oxygen, that sweet, pure, Cream of Wheat smelling skin that gives me life.

You’ll never know how much I adored watching your little lips move feverishly as you ate, a little motor that made me laugh out loud, as if you were famished – your rolls would beg to differ.

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