Posts Tagged ‘comedy’

AAM Conversations Infographic FINAL

A Lifetime of (awkward) Conversations.

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This past week, my daughter kept asking me when I was going to ‘Kevin’. It took me a minute (or several days) to figure out that she wasn’t talking about my gay lover, but rather, heaven. She was asking me when I was going, how long I would be there and if she would eventually

Adrian plus three in sunglasses

Lucky in Love…and Pizza + Dr. Oetker Giveaway!


Let’s get one thing straight. I am a lover of food. I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to take part in any of these maple syrup/lemon juice cleanses OR count my calories, using a pinch of Parmesan on my salad instead of an entire, huge ball of creamy, delicious Burrata. After having three


EAT YOUR HEART OUT #9: Chocolate Lo Mein Easter Nests.


I love candy. I think I’ve mentioned this before. I also love candy-like treats that are made specifically to hold, cradle and protect more candy. Yes, I’m a child trapped in a lady’s body. A lady who looks forward to every holiday and the sheer joy of making, eating and gifting candy-like treats. Easter is

Adrian holding basketball in high school

Please Don’t Read My Basketball Diaries.


The year was 1990.  I was the goofy kid running up and down the court, clearly having trouble coordinating running with dribbling.  My pasty-white legs (hairless, thanks genetics) swished back and forth like light-sabers stuffed into a pair of sneakers.  My shorts were uncomfortably ‘short’ and I was the only guy on the team that

Eddie Bauer Target mid crib assembly

Building Mason’s Fortress of Solitude + A HUGE Target Giveaway.


I SORT OF remember a few years back when, in the middle of baseball playoff season, my wife yelled to me from the other room, “Forget about the game, we’ve got shit to do.” I’m being facetious, it’s almost impossible to forget that moment, it was my very first blog post on Dad or Alive

Quinny bug eyes

Mason Gets His Stroll On.


For the last few months, I’ve literally felt like some sort of animal, hibernating in my burrow. Except I’m not underground, I’m crunched up in a ball under blankets inside the house with my kids next to the fireplace. This winter has been absolutely BRUTAL. I’ve shoveled the driveway the EXACT number of times I’ve

Last Hairah?

My Last Hair-ah?


Many of you have no clue who this fella is… No guesses?? C’mon, seriously? It’s me! Yes, that’s Dad or Alive, hiding under a rug of healthy, protein-fortified wavy movie-star quality follicles. But that was like, thirty years ago. Back then, I could wake up, take five to eight seconds to throw a comb or

Adrian birthday frowns

An Interview With Myself as I Turn 38.


It’s no surprise that I showed up to my own interview nervous, after hours of rummaging through my closet for no reason, sifting through out-of-date dress shirts, still pressed and holding the tags from a dry cleaner in Los Angeles. It’s been over four years since any of them have been worn. That’s how long

Adrian college apartment burns

The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Done.


As parents, we’ve all had to play the ‘Why’ game. For those of us who have ever had toddlers, we understand what it’s like to be the target of a rapid-fire Q&A. You know, something like this… KID: “Why is there grass in our front yard?” PARENT: “Because someone planted grass seed there when they

Adrian and Ava in apple orchard

The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From the Tree.


My blood pressure is at it’s boiling point.  My vision is becoming tunneled and it feels like someone is pulling down the shades inside of my head, making everything turn black.  I’m shaking, hunched over the kitchen sink with my eyes closed while I take deep breaths and silently count to ten. All the while,