Internet geniuses are always coming up with new things for us to do, and they usually fall into one of two categories: things that waste time and things that save time. I’m involved in enough of both that I think I’m probably about even right now as far as time goes. In the Time Waster category: I got started on Twitter and Facebook after some gentle nudging from others, and now I’m connecting with so many people, it’s not even funny. (well, maybe a little funny) In the Time Saver category: Just a few short months ago I started messing around with using Google Reader to keep better track of…
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More Like A Drive-By Than a Drive-Thru
My first real job outside of babysitting was working for McDonald’s. I adored that job. I’ve written about it before, briefly, and instead of having you read that entire post (because I listed all the jobs I’ve ever had, with a paragraph on each!) I’ll just excerpt it here: “I, along with a bunch of my friends, “opened” the brand-new McD’s right outside the grounds of our high school. I was the one in the drive thru, yelling at everyone to hurry up because we had to get these cars through in 30 seconds. We had a great time working together. We did things like cook up a whole basket…
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Saturday Night Special
Busy weekend! I’m just popping in because I wanted to show you what one of our dinner components was; if you make this all the time then please just humor me and tell me what a cooking genius I am anyway… Tonight I made marinated London broil, twice-baked potatoes, and this. It’s an iceberg wedge salad, which I had for the first time at one of our favorite steakhouses a couple of years ago, and it changed my life. Okay, that’s exaggerating a little bit. Sue me. Anyway, if you’re interested in making this, I’m going to tell you how I did it. Core and wash a head of iceberg…
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An Advanced Moment of Profundity
Note: This post is part of Fatherhood Friday at Dad Blogs, where all the cool kids are hanging out. (Moms are welcome over there!) I *might* even have a column called “Teen Angst” there. Welcome to my visitors from DB; thanks for stopping in! I have written about the younger boy in terms of his teenaged moodiness, comparing it to frogs and John Belushi. The teenaged hormones in general? Well, they can suck it. However, I am pleased to report that in our house, it seems we have turned a corner. Michigan J. Frog-style regressions are few and far between these days, and it seems like we are starting to…
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Do-It-Yourself Anesthesia In 2 1/2 Hours or Less
My adventures with Weaselmomma are always good times. In fact, I was going to link to our past outings as I usually do, but we’re building up a large collection of those–and frankly, I’m feeling lazy about it–so I just created a LABEL called “Weaselmomma” (you’re welcome, WM!). If you want to read about our times of mayhem and madness, click on the label when you finish this post and you’ll be whisked away to some of our past get-togethers. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes, we always have fun. Always. So what I’m about to describe to you should not give you the impression that it wasn’t loads…
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Are You Smarter Than A College Admissions Department?
As you know, we’re knee-deep in the college search over here. We’ve had some great experiences so far, and some not-so-great ones. Recently, the older boy and I got him all signed up with a couple of the websites that are sort of like “scholarship clearinghouses”. That’s probably not a good name for them; I made that up. What happens is, you sign up and create a very detailed profile, and these websites will do the scholarship searching FOR YOU, which is more awesome than you can even imagine if you’re sitting there watching Nickelodeon with your younger kids at this moment. Back in the olden days, we had to…
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Calling All Daddies! (and non-Daddies too)
You may remember, if you concentrate really, really hard, the post that I wrote…yesterday*. My first comment was from a gentleman named Brock, and this is what it said: Thank you! Thank you for acknowledging this scary phenomenon of daddy bloggers being left out of all the fun. Great job with the blog**. It reminded me that I should mention Dad Blogs again, because I haven’t in a while***. Of COURSE there is somewhere for Dads to go (and Moms too; the cool ones, anyway!), where they aren’t left out of all the fun. Of COURSE it is not about Mommybloggers (I intensely dislike that term with every fiber of…
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Calling All Mamas!
One of my most popular posts is being featured on Mamapedia today! Mamapedia is a website where Moms (What about Dads??? “Dadapedia”? Hmm. I’ll get back to you.) can post questions on anything having to do with raising children–ANYTHING–and other moms can answer those questions. They feature bloggers in their section called “Mamapedia Voices”. Click here to read my post; I’m looking forward to contributing some brand, spankin’ new stuff to them very soon!
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There’s No Crying in Baseball…Unless It’s At My House.
I’m a pretty sentimental person. Certain things make my eyes tear up almost automatically: –old AT&T commercials —“Lara’s Theme” from the movie “Doctor Zhivago” (each of the 250 times it’s played during the course of the movie)–watching old footage of Ekaterina Gordeeva skate with (the late) Sergei Grinkov–when someone wins on “Wheel of Fortune” (unfortunately, I’m dead serious.)… I’m sappy, what can I say? Yesterday, I was flipping channels and caught the middle of the movie “A League of Their Own”. This movie is to my tearing up as the sound of a crying baby is to the lactating rate of a nursing mother (sorry, men). I don’t have to…
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Day One: Check!
Note: This post is part of Fatherhood Friday at Dad Blogs, where all the cool kids are hanging out. (Moms are welcome over there!) I *might* even have a column called “Teen Angst” there. Welcome to my visitors from DB; thanks for stopping in! We sent the kids off to their first day of school yesterday without a hitch as usual; it’s hard to believe that they are both in high school. Every year on the first day, I take a photo of them standing together. I’ve done this since the older one was in preschool and the younger one wasn’t even in school yet; I was going to post…