faulker009

As the father of three amazing kids, you might think that I could teach a Parenting 101 class. Well, think again. Let there be no doubt, I am still the student. Rarely does a day go by that I don’t discover a new way of making a mistake. Like I’ve said many times, there is no handbook to being a parent or at least I have never seen one. I entered this parenting thing as cold as the Winter Carnaval in Quebec City. And let me tell you, that’s cold. The Carnaval is so cold. How cold is it Gene Rayburn? The Carnaval is so cold, they keep their ice sculptures outside to make sure they don’t melt. That’s cold. True story.  I’ve been there. Ok, enough with the weather, back to the news. For those of you longtime parents, stop laughing at me and just nod when I say -- kids become different when they reach the teens. In the Jewish religion, we call it a Mitzvah, Bar or Bat. The Catholics call it Confirmation. Bruce Springsteen just called it Growin’ Up. As a parent, this is a new world that...

Technology is a fantastic thing. If you don't believe me, maybe I can tweet you from my iPhone or poke your Blackberry from my Facebook. I must admit that as hard as I try and as much as I think I know, I'm still behind the curve. At least when you compare me to all humans 13 years and under. If I need any computer assistance, I don't need the Geek Squad, I just ask my kids. But it's really not my fault.   My parents should've birthed me 40 years later. Of course there are some advantages to being an antique. To me SPAM was a junky food, before it was a junky email. I remember when Macintosh was an apple.   Apple was a fruit.   Java was a cup of coffee.  A cookie was a treat. Those computer guys have more of a food addiction than I do. When I was young if you Google your Dongle too much, you’d go blind. Password was a game show. A virus made you feel sick. Oh, some things haven’t changed. In sixth grade our school got its first computer, a brand new TRS-...

I consider myself a fairly bright person.  For the most part. I’m pretty good with money.   I’ve got a handful of street smarts and you don’t have to tell me ten times how to get something done. Ok, maybe eight. However when it comes to movies or magic, I am the greatest (and most clueless) audience of all-time. I am amazed by everything, while figuring out nothing. The big reveal in The Crying Game.... I wouldn’t have seen it coming if it had slapped me in the face. I’ve been writing this blog for exactly three months, posted more than 60 entries and it wasn’t until tonight that I figured out that I am part of a cult. A good cult, but a cult. My cult is called, THE BLOGOSPHERE. It’s a group, a large group, of people who have decided that it is time for their voice to be heard, even if you don’t really know who is listening. In my case, I decided to write a blog about my new career -- unemployment. I really didn’t expect anybody to read it, except for the handful of friends th...