When we were looking to buy our first single-family home a few years back (aka Rock Father HQ), finding a home in our price range in a School District we believed in was important. All said and done, we actually ended up paying too much for our house (we're now "underwater" or facing "negative equity" due to the housing crash), but we did so lured by the schools. We wanted our kids to have some great educational options when the time comes (the first is in preschool right now), and thus we landed where we did. Now, the folks at REALTOR.com have launched an updated version of their mobile App (for iOS and Android) that makes searching for homes with schooling in mind a little bit easier...
Comedian Al Madrigal is getting ready to debut his first one-hour stand-up special on Comedy Central when Al Madrigal: Why Is The Rabbit Crying?, premiere's on Friday, April 26 at 11:00 p.m. ET/PT. The special finds the celebrated stand-up comedian, The Daily Show correspondent, and LA family man (he hosts the MINIVAN MEN podcast alongside Maz Jobrani and Chris Spencer - a group that admits that none of them actually own a minivan, which is appreciated.) bringing his act to The Moody Theater in Austin, telling the hilarious true tales of Coach Frankie, the Cholo soccer dad; a fun afternoon with “Liam Neeson,” the cleaning lady; and the joys of parenting.
I hate this. Exactly four months ago today, I posted an entry dedicated to those that perished at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT. Yesterday, on the exact day that my youngest daughter turned 10 months old, yet another horrifically violent act of terror has taken place in our Nation. Whatever you want to call it - "The Boston Marathon Massacre," "The Boston Bombing," etc. - the traditional news media was quick to hit After Effects to whip-up some fancy graphics to pair with dramatic stock music to aid in feasting upon the carnage. As with any disaster, the "news" spread swiftly, filled with lies, speculation, and outright fabrication - our favorite social networks working overtime to keep delivering a heavy dose of garbage. And, like Sandy Hook, Twitter and Facebook users were quick to start sharing an image of a boy (and one of a girl) supposedly killed in Boston, easily inspiring the mindless masses to hit the "Retweet" and "Share" buttons without checking facts (or at least blatant details). As a wise man once said, "Who's the more foolish... the fool, or the fool who follows him?"
I will never have a son. That is a certainty, as my wife and I decided to go out on top and close the baby factory after the birth of our second daughter last June. Indeed, after masterfully creating two beautiful offspring (no modesty here, we made good-looking kids and had fun doing it) we're done. Having a pair of girls, one thing I'll never have to deal with is circumcision. I know it's a hot-button issue for a lot of folks, and I've seen many of my peers in the Parent Blogging Community (both Dad Bloggers and Mom Bloggers) write about it at length. There's social issues... health concerns... and then those pesky religious implications. That said, for those of you dealing with the circumcision debate, one man has the definitive answer: Trevor Moore.
April 12, 2013 is National Grilled Cheese Day. Yes, everything has a "day" now... in fact, most things have a "month" as well. April is also National Grilled Cheese Month, not to take away from things like Earth Month and Earth Day. April 12 is also National Licorice Day (Hey, Kids! Come on down to the drug store for some licorice and soda!). I can get behind National Grilled Cheese Day, though (seriously, who makes this stuff up?), and as such, Addie was served a Grilled Cheese for lunch here at Rock Father HQ today. It's one of her favorites, so it could be any day and Grilled Cheese would be appreciated.
As of yesterday, it's officially Baseball Season. I have a weird relationship with baseball. I grew up on it, and like many, played from t-ball through my Junior Year of High School. I had some ups-and-downs, and had a couple real pieces of shit for coaches along the way - the kind of guys that have such miserable lives that they take out their internal frustration and lack of self-control on kids a few nights a week. Yes, those guys. I collected the baseball cards from Topps, Donruss, and Upper Deck religiously. No, they never became the "goldmine" that the people at the card shops tried telling me they would, and I finally gave them all away to some neighborhood kids awhile back... just because I was tired of lugging them around between moves as an adult. Now, I'm a 30-something parent, and I still dig baseball.