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Look! Over There. Not Kidding. This Time I Really Mean It!

Yep, it’s that time of the week again.

And by that time of the week, I mean I’m just assigning a special significance to the day since I think it sounds slightly better than, “Hey, dudes, it’s Thursday.”

Although, that does have some concise elocution to it.

Hey, dudes, it’s Thursday.

Yeah, I actually like that. We’ll go with that.

Anywho. . .

The reason I’m blathering on and basically just filling time is because we’re not here today. We’re over at Charlotte Parent today where I’m talking about ironing. No, not irony. Not Iron Man.


Yeah, well, so’s your mom! It’s really not as boring as it sounds. Or, if it is as boring as it sounds, I make some interesting noises during the column. So I’ve got that going for me.

If you’re not busy, head over to the Stay-At-Home Dudes page on Charlotte Parent and give us a look. Heck, they’ve even got a comment section so you can sound off over there.

A somber moment here before we close for the day. This week saw the passing of comedic great, Harold Ramis, age 69. Ramis was an actor, writer and director who was involved in some of the funniest movies ever committed to celluloid: GhostbustersStripes, Caddyshack and Groundhog Day.

In honor of Mr. Ramis, a dude who was part of making me laugh so hard I yurked up most of a diet coke on my shoes, I’d like to offer the following quote, without comment:

“Are you, Alice, menstruating right now?”

Sort of says it all, yeah?

Thank you, Mr. Ramis.

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The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year*

It’s back, dudes!

It’s finally back!

Last night, football games that matter finally got played and my life finally began to play in Technicolor© once more.

To say I love college football would be a bit of an understatement.

There’s a line in the original Matrix movie where Morpheus is introducing Neo to what’s laughingly called “the real world,” and, apparently without a trace of irony, is using a computer simulation to do that thing.


Morpheus spreads his arms out wide and says to Neo, “Welcome. . . to the desert of the real.”

That line there? With the visual of a craggy cliff, with roiling lightning-sparked clouds, and nothing growing as far as the eye can see? Yeah. That’s life without college football.

But now that desert has received rain. It’s flowering. The season stretches out before us with a million different variations, a quadrillion alternate possibilities. Who will win what? How will the new additions to the various conferences do in their new homes? Who’s going to pull away in the race for the Heisman Trophy?

All those questions and more will be answered in the next three months. It’s such a short time into which is packed so very much goodness.

I can’t wait.

*Possibly not THE most wonderful time. There’s also college football bowl season, the first weekend of the college basketball tournament. I have a tendency to grant superlatives a bit more often than, perhaps, I should.

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Can You Hear Me?

Seriously, dudes. Just shut the mouths for a second. Stop talking and listen.

I know, I know. I understand the irony. Here I am, talking every day and never shutting up and I’m telling you dudes and dudettes to knock off the noise. I get it. Still, I think it’s pretty good advice.

See, I was reading an article on LinkedIn the other day. It was about a dudette who contracted laryngitis. She couldn’t talk at all. And this was a dudette who was never not talking.

In the article, she talked about how not being able to talk, once she got over the frustration, really enabled her to actually listen to the people with whom she worked. It was an (you should pardon the second sensory analogy dragged in here) eye-opening experience.

She found that, once she began to really listen, she began to make better decisions because she actually understood what people were telling her. The time spent listening to other people was useful, instead of a pause for you to breathe and to marshall your next seven points to talk over the other person.

It got me to thinking.

It seems like that, as parents, we do a lot of talking. I’m saying a lot of talking and mostly to our sons and daughters. There are all sorts of good reasons for that. Mostly because as young dudes and dudettes, they don’t have enough experience to say anything that will contribute in a good way to a serious discussion. Then, when they become teenagers, they’re just so obnoxious, no one wants to listen to them on general principles.


We need to close out yappers some time. Take the opportunity to really listen to what your son or daughter is telling you. Listen to her vocal mood. Is there something in the way he’s talking that says, “Good” wasn’t anything like that?

Listen to them talk and try to remember their friends’ names and relationships. This lets you be able to act specific questions about the correct kids. It lets them know we’re taking their lives seriously. Even if we’re not. Learn to echo back what they’re saying so they know you’re actually listening to them and paying attention.

Do what you tell them to do: Look at their face when you’re listening or talking, be seen to pay attention. Be courteous and wait your turn to talk. The important thing is that by listening to our little dudes and dudettes, we’re showing them the correct way to behave with other people. We’re modeling the behavior we want to see. Or, rather, to hear.

That’s all for me for today. I’m going to shut up now.

See? I’m doing it. I’m not talking. At all. Right after this.

Told you I–


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