You probably know Teri Biebel as Mike Rowe’s secret lover.
But she’s also a blogger, and a dang good one. She’s one of the first I read when one day I decided to have a go at this gig. But she’s not famous for being one of my first blog reads. See, she crushed on a celebrity, campaigned, and then met the son of a butcher. There’s pictures on her blog all buddy-buddy with the star of Dirty Jobs.
It’s not like I’ve dreamed of this with, say, Ingrid, or anything.
Teri’s probably smiling right now reading this.
She tackles a topic with toughness. Her writing is also featured in books, “I Just Want to Pee Alone” and “Life Well Blogged.” She’s on the CD today to talk about a problem and a solution that is a problem: Silent Saturday. See, Teri and I both hate Silent Saturday. I’ve participated in one as a coach; I know now how a nipple feels on a man. Useless.
And here for no apparent reason.
A one-year contract. One million dollars.
Sometimes, a Go Ask Daddy question takes on a life of its own. Grace asked if I would play in the NFL for $1 million, one season. I dreamed of it as a boy. I drew pictures of my jersey as a boy. I practiced my slow-motion touchdown runs for NFL films as a boy.
And I’d do anything for my kids, you know.
I’ll take on the dangerous (fight a tiger, brave bullets, eat salad). I’ll grapple the profane (wear a dodgers cap, red wings sweater or lakers jacket, under threat of imminent danger.) The girls know there’s no limit to dad’s love.
Sometimes, being a dude blogger in a field women rule is no big deal.
We’re all parents. Dads and moms. And when I’m out and about dropping comments, it rarely comes up. But once in a while, I’ll find a new blog. Maybe it’s through a linkup. Or a Google-plus post. So I click the link.
And find something foreign.
Not a blog in French, although I’ve found those too. No, sometimes, it’s a blog about something like … fashion. Complete with a brief description of tunics and accessories and maybe a wedge or something, which I think is a type of women’s shoe.
Gina Valley lives a glamorous life.
A soccer mom and a writer, she has the best of both worlds. She underestimates her sense of humor, and can turn everyday events into stellar blog posts. She’s Los Angeles’ saving grace, if you ask me. (Go dodgers, and take the lakers with you).
Today, she graces the pages of the CD with a post about choosing your relatives.
Bet you didn’t know you could do that, did you? She has seven kids – which makes me think instantly of a 6v6 soccer youth team with a substitute. And she has several pets, which … makes me think of a 6v6 youth soccer team with a substitute.
There was a sports store in a Fort Collins mall we just didn’t have in Greeley.
I don’t remember the name. But it felt like heaven to an early teen. Not because the cashier there looked like Summer Sanders (sigh). It was the college shirts. Miles and miles of shirts. Well, if a small corner mall plot could go on for miles, it would, in this case.
This post is part of the fanatics.com Family Fanatics campaign. They actually do seem to have miles and miles of college T-shirts.
And I still love a good college shirt. So do my girls.
Here’s 12 things that are cool about wearing college T-shirts.
We had to say goodbye to a furry member of the family recently.
I’ll go into it more soon, because Leo deserves his own post. He was Marie’s cat since she was 1. He taught her things I couldn’t on two legs. With his saintlike tolerance and scruffy fur, Leo rarely found reason to hiss and always found reason to show his love for Marie.
Part of the day the girls had to say goodbye to Leo, they worked on crafts, to get their minds off things, Grace said. Paint. Felt. Googly eyes.
Grace gave me a rock painted green and adorned with a felt tail and googly eyes. “I made this for you today, daddy,” she said. “It’s Chewbacca.”