Careful driving and pagan holidays — brought to you by children with no parents.
Laylee: Why are you driving so slow?
Me: I’m being careful because there are so many kids out on the streets.
Laylee: You have to drive really slow because some kids have no moms and no dads. Halloween is good for kids with no moms and no dads because they can have something to EAT! Continue reading
Honestly, I am more than willing to go buy a few Snickers bars for the neighborhood kids to avoid finding a flaming bag of poo on my front porch. It’s just common sense and although the bag contents are the same color as chocolate, I prefer giving treats to getting tricks. Continue reading
I saw an IMAX movie about Egypt on a date with Dan this weekend. I really think that if given the budget and footage they had, I could have made a much better film. I mean, look what I did with Allysha‘s husband, $20, 4 pirate radio DJs, a couple of Mexican wrestling masks and a pair of pantyhose. I didn’t even have Omar Sharif when I made that film and let’s just say it was pure cinematic magic.
Seriously, I should be making films when I’m not making kids.
We did not intend to see the IMAX movie, the juggling guy, or the mole rats. Our plans were thwarted and it makes no sense to me. Continue reading
“Fostering Apathy and Cynicism in a Generation that Needs More Hope”
I can’t imagine why that title wouldn’t appeal to a broad audience of casual weekend readers, but that’s just me.
(UPDATE: The subtitle is now restored and truthfully it looks a tad “big” over there.)Â
If that title doesn’t appeal to you, then just go play in a pile of leaf this weekend. When the leaves in your backyard are this big, you only need one or two.
(This happened a month ago. I am just now calm enough to blog the carnage.)
So I was sitting in a soggy tent in my back yard for three hours with 2 children under 4, no socks and a mother lode of nut-based products during the worst rainstorm of the year. So what? At least I learned something.
We’re big on emergency preparedness and food storage in my church and I’ve been kind of sort of a little bit working on it for as long as I can remember. Continue reading
[Daring Young Dad here. I’m a Guest Blogger Schmoop today. Hi! *waves wildly*]
Once upon a time, I did not know how to make chocolate-chip cookies. Shocking, I know. This is the story of how I learned.
My mom is a good cook. At least she has been for as long as I’ve known her. When I was small and trying to spend as much time as possible underfoot, I spent a lot of time with her in the kitchen. I loved to cook with her. I was fascinated with how you could put a bunch of stark, homogenous ingredients together in a bowl, mix them into some kind of batter or dough, and cook it, and then end up with ACTUAL REAL FOOD, like bread, or rolls, or cookies, or pies. Continue reading
