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In my head I have been concocting a list of the most important stuff to teach your sons. Things like... how to flush a public toilet with your foot how to spray a stream of water with a garden hose…

I read this recently, and although Steve Jobs is a Budist, I’m impressed by his stance. Thought you might be too, and that it might help if you’re thinking Android vs. Apple.

WASHINGTON, DC (Catholic Online) – In a response to a heated email from Gawker Media’s Ryan Tate, Steve Jobs remained resolute on his “no porn” policy for iPhones and iPads.

Tate’s Valleywag Column on Gawker.com stated, “I didn’t plan to pick a fight with Steve Jobs last night. It just sort of happened: An iPad advertisement ticked me off; I sent the Apple CEO an angry email; he told me about ‘freedom from porn.'”

Ever lose one of your children (I don't mean for good) or leave your wife at the gas station? Share your teeth rattling story here. You're going to make some dumb dad feel so much better...including this one.

I remember we moved into a really cool house in the woods. Near the river in Jacksonville, Florida, which is the only hometown I’ve ever known. My folks borrowed everything they could to get into this house and it was brand new. So when hurricane David brewed up in Summer of ’79, they had no money for plywood or anything like hurricane supplies. I later learned that my dad had visions of staying up all night with a football helmet to protect his noggin as he listened for some sign of danger to his young family and brand new house. If he could have protected the home with his will, we would’ve been well covered.

Hey Dad, Complete the following statement: What I'd really like for Father's Day this year is...

I was just thinking about how nice it would be to have a Familyman Beach directory. After all, for a Midwesterner to drive 500-1000 miles only to find a beach filled with homosapiens (see recent newsletter), jellyfish, or oil sludge, it can be mighty dissappointing. So I thought we should make our own.

I have a 5 year old boy named Andrew. He is going to be 6 in just a couple weeks. He’s a short, red-headed, loveable boy. If you visit us he will pull you into the middle of our living room and introduce you to me and my wife with such a flourish, you will feel like you were on The Tonight Show. He is charming, funny, playful and kind. He will dance for you, sing for you, and bring you a glass of water without being asked.

He is tremendous fun. I’m not saying this because he is my son. It’s all true. But even with all that joy. Even with all that love and charm and happiness, the truth is, when I look deep into my soul…when I look at the dark places that I don’t want you to see…the God’s honest truth is sometimes I wish he weren’t my kid. It pains me to admit that. It hurts to the core that sometimes he is too much work to care for. To put it simply, Andrew is a lot of work.

Here's Cal's Birthday at the one and only Chucke Cheese.

We have stumbled on a concept that almost instantly removed Sex and Sexual Intimacy as a source of pain, anger, resentment, and bitterness in our marriage and move it to a source of great bonding, pleasure, fun and appreciation for each other. The change was so immediate and has remained firmly intact for 5 years that we feel it might be of value to you.

If we could get more dads like these into the Government...I'm sure they could fix most any problems.