Note to the Man Cave: Less Bleach

WP_20150815_17_38_52_ProWhen the Man Cave first relocated to Manhattan, we lived in an apartment that had a large laundry room outside of our unit … and thus, I introduced my sons to the concept of doing their own laundry.

Armed with a laundry-payment card — to activate the washers and dryers — as well as detergent and dryer sheets, they were taught to wash their own clothes. Continue reading

Silence in the Man Cave, part three

I’ve now had the cold-from-heck, also known as the newsroom plague, for six days. With the bug firmly embedded in my throat, I drove to my doctor’s office.

“Do you have an appointment?” a slightly irritated receptionist says to me.

“No.“  I squeak while shaking my head and pointing at my throat.

Receptionist says, “Well, you should call first and ask when — “

Me: <shaking my head furiously now with a pretend phone in my hand> “Voice. NO. Phone TALK? Can’t!” Continue reading

Silence in the Man Cave, part two

I have officially reached the pity party stage since “Silence in the Man Cave, part one.”

Please understand, very little takes me down.

I once suffered shingles while on assignment in the Midwest. But after a trip to the emergency room and with antivirals in hand, I managed to get BACK on the road and was working the next day. Continue reading

Silence in the Man Cave

Silence in the Man Cave

I’ve been thinking a lot about the human voice as I’ve contracted a bug that’s left me — and I assure you this rarely happens — SPEECHLESS.

Actually I do have a LITTLE voice left, but I sound kind of like Yoda from inside a vacuum cleaner bag. That explains why the desk assistants at the CBS Network, where I’m employed, took a while to understand I was calling in sick: “Me … ILL … no work I can do. Voice broken, it is….”

It’s also a reminder that though I make a living talking to people, there is more than one way to convey a message or tell a story. Continue reading

The Man Cave health tracker

trackerA friend of mine has a new FitBit health tracker. I have a PantsFit monitor. Let’s compare.

The Fitbit is a device that contains a 3D motion sensor that accurately tracks your calories burned, steps taken, distance traveled and sleep quality.

I have pants.

If my pants fit, I’m doing OK. If they don’t fit, I need to lay off the potato chips and run more.

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The recessive gene conundrum

Wheel of Fortune-geneMy youngest, through the genetic wheel-of-fortune, is a blonde haired green-eyed boy.

As chance would have it, his school is full of predominately dark haired, beautifully brown-eyed students.

SO. He has become the go-to example in his biology class.

He said, “Mom, anytime she (his teacher) needs to point to an example of recessive genes, it’s ME: ‘Blonde, green eyed- oh heck! Just look at William.’” Continue reading

Signs your teen still loves you

Heart signThe men of the Man Cave are actually quite different despite their obvious physical resemblance. My sons look so much like my husband, we should have just cloned him … and I could’ve skipped labor.

My youngest is chatty and cheeky. The other day he walked past me — music blaring from the cell phone in his pocket.

“Where’s that music coming from?” I asked.

“I’m just epic,” he said. “Like Darth Vader. I just walk into a room and music starts playing!”

My oldest is more serious — feet firmly planted in the world of teenager-hood. He answers most of my questions with a grunt and greets my jokes with a two syllable version of Mom. Imagine “Maahh-uum,” complete with eye roll. Continue reading

What’s for dinner in the Man Cave?

frozen-dinnersThere is a show on an esteemed cooking channel that challenges chefs to open a basket, full of “mystery” items of food, and then dares chefs to make something out of them. To me and others in the Man Cave, this is called DINNER.

Dinner Attempt #1: Open the freezer. Take something out. Thaw it and make dinner. I’ll admit that once I pulled a freezer bag out, sighed and asked, “What IS that?!” My oldest replied, “Merle’s hand.” If you are a “The Walking Dead” fan you will ‘get’ this. If not, don’t look it up. It will ruin YOUR dinner. Continue reading

How to make S’mores, Man Cave style

william-smores-8-8-2014Manly Double Decker S’more Recipe:
1. Carefully remove entire rectangle of graham cracker from wrapper. Do NOT break into a square. You will need an entire rectangle for the bottom and another one for the top for these manly S’mores.
2. Place two peanut-butter cups, side by side, on the bottom graham cracker. Yes, I KNOW. GENIOUS.
3. Cover each peanut-butter cup with a slab of chocolate candy bar. Continue reading

The Mom nose knows

noseAccording to scientists, the human nose can detect one TRILLION different odors, far more than previously thought. As the Mom of the Man Cave, this comes as no surprise. Stay with me. Odors in a Man Cave aren’t necessarily BAD. There’s the scent that shows hubby has splurged for the lovely maple-y flavored bacon; the scent of fresh clean baby boy — my FAVORITE when the little men were very little; and the scent of freshly scrubbed home.

But being the Mom of the Man Cave means I have developed not only an extra set of eyes, but extra-sensitive nostrils. I would wager that women who live in Man Caves can detect a QUADRILLION different scents.

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