Elsie makes it now too…an odd, audio offense that’s lies between the sound of nerds being pinched and gremlins trying to lift bags of cement. eeeeeeeaaaannnhhh nuhiiinnnnnh….

cheap, fast and easy – a pertinent fathering article written by somebody else. It is followed by my commentary & slant on it so enjoy before the original author asks me to take it down.
Getting lotsa educational mileage out of the Monty Pyhton videos lately…

I told Jacko that those cheap, long ads were actually Country music videos, created for funny people with fused hips who think a little slower than regular folks.

My little girl hates underwear, refuses to wear it with an almost religious fervor.  Generally it ain’t a big deal, as long as she’s got some pants on.  But every so often the panty issue rips through my comfort zone like a runaway buzzsaw. Like when she wears skirt pajamas, falls asleep in mom’s …

First there’d been the encyclopedia of foods pregnant women could not ingest at the risk of delivering stillborns or flipper babies. Then came the forbidden edibles that would kill your children in their highchairs. No peanuts from conception until year-two of a baby’s life?

Here’s a call out for some desperately needed advice: does anyone have any good ideas on how to effectively terrorize children? Other people’s children, that is….

Elsie got plowed over once by somebody’s tubby mom and again by some pale jackass whose face had turned purple from the chlorine. The one time this week I managed to slip off to the gym for some dumbbell breast augmentation some lady took my sweat pants

…our kids have blessed us with low mucosal output. They ooze the clear stuff while playing out in the winter, sure – we all do. And they’ve been into blowing/wiping their own noses from an early age; got into that late myself, being a back-horker and user of Sleevex until I was 18 when it got in the way of dating. I love blowing my nose all the time now and it was probably my circus seal …

not to say a nursing baby is the same as an ill-mannered brat and a nursing mom is equivalent to some trollop flashing a nipple in the park. Psychologically it can be difficult for us to quickly differentiate, or at all, from the revulsion/uneasiness at noisy eating and undressed breasts to gracefully embrace it when the two are suddenly united as some beatific, Circle of Life thing right in our faces.

We skated mainly at night, ‘cause brain-freeze and frostbite is where it’s at, then let the Hand of God smooth the ice during the day shift. Between ice out back and hills of sledding snow out front, last winter kickethed the proverbial ass and all the neighborhood was covetous of our blessedness and junk.