My girls have dug in their heels – thousands of times.
Over dinner, about bedtime, on TV shows. Over devices, about pets, on snacks. Over breakfast, about friends, on the way I dress, believe it or not. But they’ve never refused to leave the house without a blanket or significant stuffed toy.
The girls are black-and-white when it comes to getting rid of toys. “Sure dad, put it in the yard sale.” Really? That teddy bear was there the first time we watched a football game in TV together! No, there’s not a load of sentimentality rolling there.
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.