I try my hardest to not fit into any kind of stereotype when steering through life. But, when it comes to kids, parenting, and coffee needed first thing in the morning, you might as well make me the poster child for this stereotype, because I’m all about it.
Prior to having kids I never drank coffee, except maybe a handful of times. I still wasn’t much of a morning person, but I didn’t need the extra assistance; I could just wake up gradually throughout the day. And weekends – forget about it. I wasn’t up before the crack of noon anyway. In fact, I actually found coffee quite gross. I know, I know, it hurts me to admit that as well.Continue reading →
Lately I’ve been trying to share some of my favorite musical influences with my son. I mean, there’s only so much of the annoying cartoon theme songs I can listen to. Cartoons these days are garbage.
The other day I picked up my son from pre-school. As we buckled up in the car and headed home, I popped on some music from the greatest decade of all – the 1980s. So you know what that means; power ballads, big voices, and most of all big hair!! Continue reading →
When friends without children ask to describe what it’s like having kids (why you would ever ask this, I have no idea), I tell them, “Raising kids is very much like listening to the music on the radio today; it sucks!” Ok, it doesn’t just suck. Sometimes it can be fun, and who knows, after a while you might even grow to like it. Oh, and it’s really fun when you can make fun of it. Of course I’m talking about the music; the kids still suck.
If you spend even one minute on social media; and let’s face it, if you’re a red blooded human being, you’re on there most of your day like everyone else, you’ve seen at least one video doing a parody of a song you know. And most likely, it’s parents doing it – moms to be more specific. Continue reading →
Remember when they said video killed the radio star? Well, these days it’s more like video killed the blogging star.
More and more people are moving towards video because people would clearly rather watch a video, that read a story. As much of a bummer as that is for traditional writers like me, it’s really opened doors from some really hilarious content creators. Continue reading →
Like many of you, my first experience with the hilarious Jen Mann was her brilliant post about the Elf on Shelf and the overachieving moms that come along with that damn thing. This now famous post of hers came out right as I was dipping my toes back into writing again, as well as anxiously awaiting the arrival of our son. I was automatically nerd-smitten with this lady.
After the arrival of Ferris I followed Jen even closer as she wrote at great length about douchey dads, annoying overachieving moms, her husband’s odd idiosyncrasies, and the ever growing list of people she wanted to punch in the throat. Seeing how I spend most days thinking the same thing about most people, Jen quickly became my writing idol, as I wish I had the stories and the comedic acumen to describe my distaste for mankind only the way she does. Continue reading →
It’s said that people come into your life fitting into 3 different categories; reason, season or forever. No matter where my friend Tara ends up falling, I’m already super thankful she’s there.
Like many of my online friends, Tara and I have never met. And, much like many of my online friends, Tara is downright hilarious. Tara is the writer and creator of the awesome blog Love Morning Wood. See, how can you not love someone who makes an in-your-face erection pun as her blog name. Continue reading →
I’ve been in the social media/blog game for a hot minute. And no matter how many times we say it, or how many other creators you meet and even become friends with, we still see each other as competition.
Even as you grow in audience size or become for recognizable to brands, that doesn’t always take that feeling away either…not completely that is. Content creators haven’t have an example to follow, or someone to show us really how to not compare ourselves. That is until now. Continue reading →
Melanie Trotsky from Beaverton, Oregon raised her son with wooden toys, no TV or video games, a vegan diet, and yet somehow her oldest son, Cole, still managed to become an enormous douche bag.
These were the first words I ever read from my friend Beth, and to say I was intrigued would be an understatement. I read on as she weaved this story of a douche bag hippie women, who raised her son in a douche bag elitist environment, only to be surprised he’s become a judgmental douche himself. Oh well, at least she has her Turkish worry beads to comfort her. Continue reading →