08
Oct
Fifty Shades of Parenting
I am not totally against the idea of corporal punishment.
But if my kid swats at my face one more time, I am totally putting him in time-out!
Sigh.
Tag: life
03
Oct
Blogger Idol 2012: Every Vote Counts
I’m not going to blame you. Let me get that out of the way right now.
Yes, I survived the Week One cuts in my quest to become 2012’s Blogger Idol and win a tablet. But I BARELY survived. I was next in line to be cut.
I chalk up my poor performance to two things: I wrote about drinking and I wrote about drinking. If I were an ungenerous man, I might say my fanbase – such as it is – let me down. But I am not going to blame you. I said that already.
However. This time, if I don’t survive, I will blame you.
02
Oct
In Defense of “Texting While Parenting”
There’s been a lot of chatter lately about the texting habits of parents. The tenor of the conversations is mostly negative, and a lot of words have been spent excoriating parents for using their phones when they should be watching their kids.
I think we’re all guilty of it, to some extent. And sure, sometimes texting while parenting is dangerous and irresponsible, and sometimes it’s neglectful, and sometimes it’s rude.
But sometimes it’s also necessary. And it’s not always wrong.
26
Sep
Blogger Idol 2012: There Can Be Only One
A few weeks ago I got wind of something called “Blogger Idol.”
It’s an online contest run by a couple of insane, obviously bored, objectively wonderful people in an effort to publicize and award some of the best blog writing on the internet.
This is the second year of the competition and after submitting an audition explaining my blog and why I’m the greatest, I find myself among the 13 finalists. Unfortunately, now I’m forced to write an assignment every week in an attempt to outlast the other 12 contestants and win it all.
Like “American Idol” itself, advancement relies on a combination of judges impressions and fans, votes. Which is where you come in.
25
Sep
Must Love Tolerate Dogs
When my wife and I moved in together, one of the first things we did was get a cat. (The next 500 things we did were have arguments about what we would name the cat.)
The cat and I were best buds. The cat and my wife were frenemies. The cat and the world-at-large were chilly acquaintances. The cat and my son? Unfortunately, they never had a chance to get to know each other.
Now that he’s getting a little older, that’s something I want to correct.