Category: The Lame Sauce

Never in my life did I ever think I would watch Dora the Explora or Olivia or Little Bear. These are shows that I knew little about. There is hype on Dora, so I had heard about it, but I’ll be damned if I ever watched it. These shows are now a mainstay in my household, and I’m slightly horrified by it. There is value in these shows, to my children. I admit that they learn from these shows, and the side affec Read More...

What do you call your grandparents?  What do you call your parents for that matter.  I know growing up I didn’t get into the ‘mommy’ or ‘daddy’.  For as long as I can remember I have called the woman who thrust me from her loins Mom, or Ma.  My Father?  I’ve always called him Dad or Pop. Grandparents is weird.  My Father was born and raised in Chattanooga, Tennessee so his Read More...

I’ve been reflecting on some things.  Post Father’s Day, I’ve thought about my own dad.  I thought I would write about that today.  It’s grim, I’ll warn you now, but it’s truth. Fatherhood. What can I possibly say about fatherhood? I suppose I could say that it’s many things, but I think I’d like to say what it isn’t. Much of my family and friends know about my site, Read More...

Playtime with my kids is somewhat precarious. What my kids deem as fun and what I deem as fun are two totally different things. The good news is that I can simply laugh jovially and they recognized that I may be enjoying myself, and that lends itself to having fun. Sometimes it’s not that easy. As a child of the consumer culture in which we live, and someone who adores pop culture, I often times find myself t Read More...