Me and change don’t really like each other. I’ve learned to tolerate him, but a prefix is still required when I address him as we are not out of the woods on formalities. Change invades my personal space. He’s always all up in my face trying to make me do things against type. I think he even talked about my mother behind my back a few times. I’ve tried telling him to back the eff up, but change is about as stubborn as my two-year-old and, if you’d ever met …

Yesterday was Mooter’s first day of first grade. I tried my best to be Suzy GoodParent and take photos of my child leaving the house. But Murphy’s Law was in full affect. So pictures were not in the cards. What replaced this ambition was a sense of hurried chaos between bites of cereal, hair combing, getting dressed and feeding/walking the dog. If you’ve ever experienced such a morning and was still able to wear a photographer hat, I hate you. Oh, and you’re not human. Yeah, just want to throw …

It was always my desire to catch this movie when it hit theaters, but the gods of parenthood and life-in-general wouldn’t hear of it. On a whim, it premiered on cable this past weekend. I almost jumped out of my skin when BFam - who has respectfully earned his title as The Other Half Of My Brain - DVR’d this little gem for me.
I want to also point out I was not one of those naysayers who thought Steve Carell plus serious movie role equaled disaster. I had nothing but …

Back in the early-mid nineties, I loved watching the sketch comedy show, In Living Color. Every Sunday, I was guaranteed to laugh until I cried. One of my favorite comedians to derive from the seasons was Jamie Foxx. I’d heard nothing of this country bamma from Terrell, Texas before this show. Given his big butt and oversized caps, I found nothing attractive about him.
It’s funny how they say money changes people. Eventually, he grew into his teeth and turned that butt into a muscular force of nature. Sometime after his …