Cleaning With Kids/I'm in Cincy Parent & Indy's Child!!!

I'm so excited! I wrote an original piece for Cincinnati Parent and Indy's Child called Making Housework a Family Affair and it's online (click on the article title) and out in the magazines. This was a piece I had been working on for years, so when the editor contacted me to see if I had something with this title, I knew it was time to get off my butt and write the thing.

So do you think making kids do housework is bad? Did you do chores when you were a kid?

Next assignment for them = Teen Dating. So if you live in Cincinnati or Indianapolis or know someone who does, please send them my way at mommykerrie at yahoo dot com so I can interview them about navigating the teen dating waters.

Sam Post: I Like Cake (the Band)

So I discovered this rockin' band called Cake. I like the song Going the Distance. But I did some chores for my mom recently to pay for the $1 downlad of the remake of I Will Survive. It's from the 70s, which is a looooong time ago. My dad likes the original best, but my mom likes the newer version.

I like to pop in my earbuds and rock out on Mommy's laptop. My mom grew up around a lot of music: her mom always had cool mix tapes in her car made by her dad, and her dad always played cool records around the house. They always had good music in their van (NOT a minivan!) and her dad would play leg guitar (you know, when somebody plays guitar  on their leg with one hand while they drive with the other.)

They didn't have seatbelts in big ole vans back then so my mom spent many hours on the floor of the van watching her dad play leg guitar to Led Zeppelin and The Who and The Beatles while her mom would journal in a notebook. Mom tells me stories and stuff.

Oh, that's part of my sister Eva in the picture ... she and I are besties. We get in SOO much trouble together and like it when Mom's face turns red because she knows she should spank our butts red but instead her face gets red and she shoos us out of the vicinity of the mess.

So to all my fans, what's your favorite song or memory of childhood/your parents? I promise I will comment back to you in the comments section!

The Kerrie Show Theme Song of the Week

April
Surrender by Cheap Trick

May
I'm Goin' Home by Chris Daughtry
Get Your A** Back Home by Gym Class Heroes

Porn in My Pocket: Adults

Okay, so yesterday I talked about kids and cell phones. Believe me, adults aren't much different. Please don't get me started on the grown adultsI see walking and texting and they don't even acknowledge that their kid is walking next to them or that there is a car barreling down on them at 60 mph and they should get out of the damn way. I'm shocked that some people still have two working thumbs.

So texting is one way adults act like jackasses with phones. Butt-dialing and drunk-dialing is another.

Then there's the fact that you can access porn anytime you want! So for a sex addict, having a phone in the pocket is like an alcoholic having a little bottle of vodka in the pocket. Or like a recovering drug addict having a little bottle of pills in the pocket. Just in case, of course. What a temptation!

It creeps me out that any guy I encounter could maybe be NOT checking baseball scores while waiting in line for his McDonald's, but looking at naked chicks. I've seen guys doing it at the library, for God's sake, why wouldn't they do it on their own phone in front of people? When I see it at the library I just want to smack him upside the back of his stoopid head and ask, "WHY don't you just get internet at your own damn house? Why do I have to walk behind you AT THE LIBRARY and find out that you like large ladies?"

C'mon, anonymous comments. I know you have opinions on this one! Not that I have a fully-formed argument. I don't want to take the Internet off cell phones, so I don't know what the heck I want.

Porn in my Pocket: Kids

Cell phones and little kids do not mix. There. I said it.

I'm also going to say that little kids can barely wipe their butts or remember to breathe, let alone remember to charge and carry around and keep track of a cell phone, not to mention use it responsibly. Responsibly = not prank-calling friends. Not texting pictures of their butt to their friends.

Yes, I know you are going to say something like, "But I am a divorced parent and I want to make sure my kid can contact me at all times." M'kay. I'm sorry that you initially married someone so horrific that you think they wouldn't let your shared child call you if said child needed to. I'm sorry that you don't know where your kid is at all times so they have to have a freaking phone.

Disclaimer: sometimes you might see my 10-year-old with my pink cell phone at a Boy Scout meeting. This is so he can call me to pick him up if it gets out early. It's really unnecessary, though, since there are adults there with phone who would let him call.  I also sometimes send him to the park with it so he can call me to come whoop bully butt if necessary. It has happened before.

So let's say you are the richest person in the world.

• At what age would you get your kid a cell phone?
• And would it be a TracPhone, where you pay by the minute so they can't use it very much?
• Will you make them pay for it?
• Will you disable the Internet?
• Did you know you can disable the Internet?
• Will you let them have texting?
• Did you know I don't have Internet or texting on my cell phone and never have and I am still alive?!