Go Ask Daddy, Olympics Edition

We love to watch the Olympics – but it seems to bring out a little hate in us, too. Just in time for Valentine’s Day. We all want America to win. Every single time. And, like when we root for our favorite football teams or soccer teams, we develop a little healthy animosity for the

😕 Go Ask Daddy About Plant Eaters, Color Collections and What Happens if You Cross the Border for College

#GoAskDaddy: The girls wanted to know about Olympic spots, color arrays and what you call it when you stress so much you puke blood. Ew.

📔 10 things grateful, plus a beat up journal | #gratitudeandshit

#gratitudeandshit I love the spot on my couch where i write and the conviction to follow my convictions. Yeah.

10 Things Grateful, plus a lesson about staying plugged in

My weekly gratitude list, including power cords, short commutes and a team to believe in.

Go ask daddy about grubbing, marathoning and butterflies. Gosh-darn butterflies

One surprising element of my time on the sideline is that I (mostly) stop thinking about food for the short term. Who am I kidding? I’m thinking about it then, too. Noon kickoffs are the worst, because that’s when I should be having lunch. And a big late breakfast and a big late lunch are

17 Ways I Know I’ve Done Okay as a Dad

You might have come to conclusion I’m kind of proud of my girls. It’s not all about athletic accomplishments, although that’s part of it. Their character emerges all the time, in moments especially when no one else can see. I’m most proud in those moments. Those moments are by no means proof of parenting perfected,

Go Ask Daddy About Friendly Hues, Exiled QBs and the Art of Naming a Road

Consider the impact of color. No, this isn’t an NPR report on the effect of on race relations. (I think they did one on the Viewfield crater and its impact on we Hispanic people once). But the power of color is so powerful. It’s most noticeable to me in the sporting world. When Camdyn and

Go Ask Daddy about saxophone glory, the cost to watch and celestial endings

So, this one time, in marching band … We got to play at halftime of a Colorado State football game in Ft. Collins. It was Band Day, and they played the University of New Mexico. I played baritone sax. I was first chair, I might add. The cheerleaders came with us. Stick with me …

Who We’d Switch Places with (and What We’d do), in 6 Words

How great would it be … not to be me. Who hasn’t thought this? In those moments we’re out of gas, out of time or out of toilet paper (or all three). At times when we follow our favorite adorable pro golfer just to see she has three names now, just like those old-school 80s

Go Ask Daddy About The Olympiad, Stuffed Animals and How Many Horses One Dude Really Needs

Mexico isn’t known particularly for its ultra-fast Wi-Fi. At least, not in room 101 of the Fiestamericana Resort, and it’s 4 a.m., and you’ve just questioned the wisdom of having just called room service for a bacon cheeseburger. You root around your email and answer blog comments, but not much more. Not at the end