No men in the Man Cave means no TV for me

TV troubles (C) Heather Bosch MediaA friend of mine once said that the entertainment system in a TRUE man cave cannot (NOT) be operated by anyone who doesn’t poses a “y” chromosome. I scoffed at this, at first. With MY extensive background as an anchor/reporter in television and radio news?! . . . I will pause for a moment while my engineering friends in broadcasting have a good laugh at the thought of broadcast “talent” — of either gender — being able to figure out how the equipment works, but let me skip forward now.

The men of the man cave recently went out of town. The little men, to visit grandparents, the big man, to conduct business. Continue reading

Let the ‘real’ winter games begin!

Snow on a street in Greak Neck, NY (C) Heather Bosch MediaOK. I admit the winter uniforms can be outlandish and the analysis a bit tedious at times, but I love to watch the graceful vaulting over the snow . . . The sliding — and occasional falling — on the ice . . . the rising up, again, undaunted. The endurance! The “facing the cold and exhaustion and never ending expanse of snow!” Yes, I am proud, PROUD, of my journalism colleagues and their wall-to-wall storm coverage!

No, I was not talking about the Winter Olympics, although I’m pretty darn sure there should be medals handed out for the longest live-shot, worst broadcast conditions, and most man-on-the-street interviews (I’d put in for that one). Continue reading

‘Beast Mode’ in the Man Cave

Seattle SeahawksI write this post just hours away from a Seahawks playoff game.

I have already extended apologies to the people in the apartment below the Man Cave for all the shouting, cheering, stomping and screaming that will no-doubt emanate from our New York-area apartment. But the cheers etcetera will NOT be coming from my sons, nor from my loving husband. Continue reading

“Prequel to the Man Cave” or “Growing up with brothers”

Han Solo action figure 1977Having grown up with two brothers, one just 16-months older than me, the other about 16-months younger, I actually got a taste of living in a Man Cave early. There wasn’t a doll I owned that didn’t take a trip on a brother-made boat out onto a pond or hitch a ride attached to the tail of a kite that inevitably ended up strangled in a tree or diving deep into an angry rose bush.

The story of my brothers blowing up my Han Solo action figure with fire crackers is legendary. They didn’t confess to the crime until 20-years later. Continue reading

Just accept it. Kids are adorable germ-magnets

Kids cuddling © Heather Bosch MediaI was trying to reassure a colleague of mine, who has young kids, that one day he will NOT be chronically ill. He is NOT suffering from a long-term illness. Nope. Like many parents, he is catching every cold, stomach virus, flu bug, achy-crud his little kids can generate. I swear that when my kids were young, my husband I weren’t completely well and mucus free for two years.

There’s no getting around it. You can take your vitamin C and scrub your hands germ-free… but those little bug-factories will cough right in your face. Or you’ll end up kissing their snotty-little cheeks, anyway… because they’re so darn cute even when their contagious. Just resign yourself to the fact that when one of your kids gets sick, EVERYONE in the family will catch it. Continue reading

How I got my gamertag: Mama-Kazi

moo_moo_meadowsDespite living in a quite-geeky Man Cave, I am not a big video-game player. I just haven’t taken the time to learn how to play them very well — except Mario Kart’s “Moo Moo Meadows” race track. For some reason, racing around a track avoiding cows comes easily to me. Perhaps from my experience as a TV reporter in rural Yakima, Washington, but I digress.

Since the days of Mario Kart, my boys have moved onto games like Halo. Those games involve a whole different skill set. Continue reading