A Cure for, “Dad, I’m Bored!”

“Dad, I’m bored. There’s nothing to do around here.” As a dad of three, I’ve heard that line before. Once. Or twice. Or 2,488 other times. My high school son started in with it again a couple weeks ago. “Everyone’s bored. We’ve done everything there is to do this summer.” “Enjoy being bored,” I told him. “Bored’s good. Own it.”…

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My SPAM Adventure: A Bobblehead Dad Video

I ventured to our country’s heartland this past weekend–to my hometown of Fremont, Nebraska. While I was there, I found myself tossed into the middle of their annual SPAM (as in canned meat for all you internet-minded junkies) Cookoff at the John C. Fremont Days Celebrations. The video’s a few minutes longer than I had hoped. But dang, there was…

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I’m a Food Network Phoney

I’m not Giada. Nor am I Paula or Rachel. Sandra? Nope. And Bobby, Guy and Alton could all make minced meat out of me. Any day. A chef I am not. But somehow I found myself, last week, pretending to be one at Naperville’s Whole Foods Market as part of a fun cooking demonstration featuring a couple terrifically talented TribLocal…

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Hi. I’m Jim and I Love Thin Mints

It’s that time of year, folks. The Girl Scouts are out in full force peddling their goods. Funny timing, isn’t it? I’m still trying to convince myself that I have the will-power to start eating a little better (and a little less!) and here comes all of these cute little girls tempting me with Samoas, Tagalongs, Shortbread, and the rest…

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Gobblehead Dad

My dad was all about efficiency. When I’d come home from college for breaks, I remember him hanging outside the bathroom door while I took a shower so he could grab the towel from me within seconds of drying off. He usually had a load of laundry waiting and he couldn’t resist the idea of a fresh, fluffed towel ready…

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Recipe for Disaster

I’ve just escaped for a few minutes to a Barnes and Noble as I wait for my youngest boy’s baseball game to begin. I like bookstores. I prefer independents. But this B&N will do. I’m not even looking to buy today. Just sit and people watch. I found a few soft, cushy, overstuffed chairs upstairs. Tucked neatly away from everything,…

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A Twist

I still make breakfast for my youngest son. We don’t talk much but I keep telling myself that this is like my frequent flyer points. I’m banking that each day of my short order cook stint will somehow, someway, result in a huge payback. In the meantime, however, I settle for the “thank you” I’m sure I hear him mumbling as his eyes…

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Moo

Admit it. We all do it sometimes. I notice what’s in your recycling bins and you check out mine. So, I thought my neighbors might like an explanation as to why there were 13 empty bottles of milk sitting out with my recyclables last week. You were thinking that I was cleaning out a secret bomb shelter under the house?…

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Expired

My oldest son will be home for a short break from college soon. That means it’s time for me to clean out the refrigerator because all of the expiration dates on my food are about to be put under his magnifying glass. My son, you see, is a card carrying member of the Expiration Date Police. And, he’s not afraid…

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