
I have a book in the works.
Okay. Four books. If one can get through to see daylight, it’ll be a miracle. (Baby sea turtles face a similar fate.)
Continue reading “#GirlsRock: An interview with fiction book editor Kristen Hamilton π”Still a coach. Still a daddy. Just not Coach Daddy anymore.
I have a book in the works.
Okay. Four books. If one can get through to see daylight, it’ll be a miracle. (Baby sea turtles face a similar fate.)
Continue reading “#GirlsRock: An interview with fiction book editor Kristen Hamilton π”Anyone who’s been here a while knows what a foodie I am.
And not just the noshing part. I especially love the cooking part. I recently bought a FIREDISC cooker, and my life changed forever. I can make virtually anything in this bad boy. And it makes me look like a gourmet.
I have a guest post and infographic I think you’re going to love, especially if you share my affinity with the language of food. Have you cooked more during the pandemic? Well, then you’ll get this post. I take comfort in cooking when I’m at home so much.
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I met Chelsea Sloggy in a coffee shop.
That might sound odd to those who know me and my Coke Zero ways, but I’ve been in a lot of coffee shops in the past year or so. That’s where realtors like to meet, and I meet realtors to write freelance stories for a local magazine.
I’d just wrapped up an interview and stopped to sugar up my cup – and 30 minutes later, I had a new friend after an intriguing conversation.
Chelsea is an enthusiastic environmental educator, community organizer, and naturalist. I stole that from her LinkedIn profile because I struggled to categorize her with any semblance of brevity. She cares a lot, she does a lot, and she teaches.
I’m usually better at this.
You know. Staying in the present. It’s how I’ve managed to keep the train on the tracks when all else fails. I remind friends of this when they cling to the past or fret about the future. Frame where you are now, and be fully in it.
If one of those friends said that to me now, back, I’d see how impossible it feels.
Madison is moving to California next month. I’ll take a 40-hour road trip with my oldest and her cat, Munch. I wake up at 4 a.m. every day worried about it. But I’m getting better. She’s excited. I’m excited for her, and I’ll work extra hard to buy plane tickets to visit her early and often.
How many ideas – GREAT ideas – are milling around in your head?
I’ll wait … okay, so it’s not important to count them. But, why are they still ideas? I’m not passing judgment. I’ve got many crammed in my cranium too (and some aren’t so great.) When you can put an idea into motion, though …
That’s exactly what today’s guest on #GirlsRock did.
Meet Elizabeth Denham. Life has taken her on quite a ride, from the classroom and a first marriage to rediscovery, a second marriage and a new career. but it’s all led to her role as publisher of Franchise Woman magazine. Please give her a warm CD welcome.
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Remember Jurassic Park?
Not the first one. One of the last ones. Maybe the last one. There was this epic battle between the mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex (sorry, my generation gave the big guy his due – no T-Rex) battled a mega super ultra mean swole somethingasaurus.
I kept thinking, what could they possibly do to top that?
And then this sea monster pops up and eats that bastard like heβs a potsticker. Thatβs kind of how 2020 is feeling right about now. You think youβve wrapped your mind around your circumstance, and then β¦ well, sea monsters.
Sometimes, interesting parallels emerge in Go Ask Daddy questions.
Theyβre chosen at random. From a list of about 200. When the first two contained the words βalcoholic drinkβ and βcrack cocaine,β I began to question the universe. Namely, what is intends for me. Then, more pressing β¦ did my girls ask these questions, really?
They did!
Every week, I try to pick out five questions the girls asked (over years and years) to answer in this space right here. To continue the controversy, the Dallas Cowboys appeared on this list, too. And a doozy of a fifth question. Check it out.
Iβm hoping weβre talking about the Shirley Temple here.
But letβs be honest: The pandemic has me spending a tad more impossible income on spirits. I was disappointed the ABC store sold me a bottle of rum and tequila but didnβt serve them to me in paper sacks.
The Cherry Bomb looks yummy and counts as a fruit or vegetable serving.
But it has cachaΓ§a, which isnβt on my Walmart pickup list. The Cherry Bourbon Smash sounds like it should have a holiday named after it. I learned a lot reading about this Easy Cherry Lemonade – and it just made me thirsty.
Just found out thereβs also something known as a Dirty Shirley.
Hayden has extensive knowledge of drugs, thanks to a high school course. She rattles off facts about cannabis, ecstasy, and hallucinogens the way I did about Ankylosaurus, Stegosaurus, Triceratops back in the day.
Cocaine comes in both powder and rock, kind of like thereβs a Triceratops and a Zuniceratops which look similar.
They call it cocaine or coke when itβs a powder, and crack or crack cocaine as the rock. I looked up how itβs made, and I wonβt go into it in detail, but it sounds a little like how you make rock candy. Which is kinda messed up.
They call it crack because it crackles when itβs cooked.
Itβs pretty highly concentrated, so itβs possible to get addicted with just one dose. If you or someone you know might have questions about addiction, they can call the American Addiction Centers at 888-969-0144.
Maybe they lost track of what day it is like I have.
More likely, theyβre Seventh Day Adventists. They consider Saturday the sabbath, not Sunday. While some Christians go to church on Sunday, others consider it a true day of rest – like, you can even sleep in on Sunday mornings. I like that.
Itβs like those calendars that sometimes start on Sunday, sometimes start on Monday.
Some Jewish folks have services on Saturday, too. Some Christians say they should church on Sunday because thatβs the day of the week of Jesusβ resurrection. I was just a boy then, so Iβm not positive.
In 321, Roman Emperor Constantine said everyone should rest on Sunday, which is why thatβs the one day of the week I wonβt clock in for anyone.
It wasnβt Constantine (because it was on a Sunday.)
That distinction goes to Dallas Cowboys running back Ezekiel Elliott. He hopped into an oversized Salvation Army kettle at AT&T Stadium after a rushing touchdown against Tampa Bay. What a donation
Iβve written negatively about Elliott on this very blog, but I also donβt believe in condemning anyone for life because of something they did or allegedly did.
Elliott has a childlike view of the game that I totally appreciate. He leaped into the kettle and it gave the Salvation Army a good bit of playtime. He wasnβt fined for this, and I agree with that. Donations spiked after his leap, and Zeke made a donation of his own.
The Salvation Army said it got $850,000 in online donations after that – which would buy 91,000 meals for those in need.Β
One thing Iβve learned as a man is that βfineβ has a ton of meanings and connotations. You mentioned fine dining – thatβs elegant. Think white tablecloths and prices in tiny print on a menu. βYou did fineβ is the other end of the spectrum – like, meh.Β
If you say βthat girlβs fiiiine,β it means something – and when you do it in front of your significant other, and arenβt talking about her, you might be told that everything is βfine.β
Iβd rather just PAY a fine for my mistake. Itβs a fine line between just appreciating the human form in the form of your friendly neighborhood restaurant server, and committing a major infraction of β¦ appreciating the wrong human form.
And thatβs fine with me.Β
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I had an appreciation for an art appreciation prof.
Call it a crush if you must. But I have never had perfect attendance in any course I took in college, except for hers. I appreciated art, too, but I appreciated how she delivered it. And, you know, her.
Anyway, why fuss over the details?
I used to go to all the Saturday extra-credit visits she’d set up at the local museums. All the other boys were there, too. Some girls, too. But through all the haziness, the experience also enhanced my love of art, of all forms.
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School. Remember it?
Feels like a far-off memory. And Iβm not even talking about me. Iβm the one who graduated during the Pliocene Era. Iβm talking about our kids. They got out of school, then went on spring break (at home), and then learned they wonβt be back until fall.
No more pencils, no more books β¦
Thing is, when youβre Coach Daddy, the learning donβt never quit. The questions keep rolling in. Most of these were from the past, picked from a list of about 200 at random. The most recent: the one about fried ice cream.
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When we were kids, the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo was the bomb.
It was quite a hike. The zoo is literally on a mountain. In Colorado Springs. But when you’re young and spry, it doesn’t matter. We might not have done all the cool things the white kids in our neighborhood did, but this one was awesome.
As a dad, I got to bring my girls to zoos, too. Riverbanks Zoo & Garden. Greenville (S.C.) Zoo. North Carolina Zoo. Knoxville Zoo. Man, those are some great memories.
Today, Iβm wrapping up the A to Z Challenge with a limp β coming in with wacky facts I found about zoos. Hey, Q, X, and Z are the biggest challenges of the month!
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