Go Ask Daddy About Topless Attire, Crunchy Seafood and 2-Point Conversions

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It’s tough to find something easy to watch on TV with the kids.

Just last night, the fight ensued over the Wii remote. We barked angry words back and forth about content and themes and age-appropriateness. Merlin pilots, which open with an impending beheading? Not ideal for 9-year-olds.

Last Man Standing? Great theme (dad of three girls!) but chock full of shock-value one-liners about sex, sex, sex.

Garfield’s Funfest makes the big girls’ eyes roll. An episode – no, during a 17-second period – of Jessie during dinner will make me hurl, guaranteed.

Go Ask Daddy About the Olympiad, Lunch Meat for Dad and an Extra Baseball Pad

 

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If blogging was an Olympic sport, I’d be … well, I’d be in a lot of events.

This week, I’ve made my way to Carrots Over Cake, Beth’s awesome blog that focuses on nutrition.

I’m serious!

I left the Nilla wafers in the Pontiac (where they belong) and I wrote a post about what it’s meant to me to coach my three girls in a sport I knew little about when I first took it up.

Sad Songs Say So Much – the Hopeful Ones Say More

 

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The first few years, Aug. 14 snuck up on me.

That’s the day my dad died, in 2000. As any of you who have lost a parent know, those first milestones – Christmas, birthdays, Father’s Day – carry an unmistakable void. They came and went, and I wondered how dad must have felt on New Year’s Eve of the year before.

That day – early evening, as people finalized New Year’s Eve plans – doctors told dad he had leukemia.

He waited days to tell my sister and me. I lived in Tallahassee, Fla., eight hours of mostly of Georgia highway away from his brick house in Belmont, N.C. My numbness thawed when I told my friends at work that day, the tears rushing out before my words could.

5 For Friday: Go Ask Daddy About NFL Matchups, Mascot-Gender Checks and the Perks of Hotel Living

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When the kids watch football with me, questions are inevitable.

Almost certainly one will be, “what’s for dinner?”

(That’s my girls.)

But when I plop a platter of wings or burgers in front of their hungry faces, they actually turn their attention to the game on the screen.