’Nuff said.
Daddy's Briefs
- RT @HowardStern: Cory Booker Nails Marriage Equality In 5 Minutes http://t.co/vbORSEvC via @moveon @corybooker about 2 days ago from Twitter for iPhone
- If the new #VanHalen album kicked any more ass, it'd be wanted for assault. Full-body goosebumps. Dear @EddieVanHalen: Sorry I doubted you. about 2 days ago from web
- Just take the fucking medicine! A nursery rhyme: http://t.co/mkoOo7Du about 4 days ago from web
- Someone just found my site by searching the Internet for "middle aged male." Thanks for the reminder, asshole. about 5 days ago from web
- I love people. Especially when they stay away from me. about 6 days ago from web
- Hey, does anybody know if @Google is changing their privacy policy? about 6 days ago from Twitter for Mac
More ways to love me
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Recent Posts
- Just take the fucking medicine! A nursery rhyme.
- Why, yes, children, of course we can get a dog … and by “yes” I mean “fuck no.”
- Happy Birthday to me … in NYC … Wait, come back. I promise I won’t try to bust out any more rhymes.
- If I had been any closer to the stage at that Van Halen show the other night, I’d be carrying Eddie’s baby
- That blow job I offered 2012? Already paying off.
Recent Comments
- Just take the fucking medicine! A nursery rhyme. (29)
- Kristin: Been there. Paid extra for the flavoring, only to have children immediately throw up the expensive medicine...
- Nicole: Brilliant! No other words.
- Wombat Central: After having spent roughly 2 hours to dispense 2 teaspoons of that shit to my son last year, I salute...
- Dorice: Oh Baby Tinks & Poops. A classic indeed.
- Why, yes, children, of course we can get a dog … and by “yes” I mean “fuck no.” (40)
- Barbara: “having a dog is like having a baby … except the baby never advances beyond age two” Truer words...
- Just take the fucking medicine! A nursery rhyme. (29)
Greatest Hits
- The time I almost became a highly paid insurance mascot.
- The time I built a car … I mean, a high-tech doorstop.
- The time I committed the most embarrassing social gaffe in the history of embarrassing social gaffes.
- The time I couldn't free my daughter from a bath seat in which she had become trapped.
- The time I did my best to completely sabotage a dream vacation.
- The time I finally used my passport.
- The time I got a vasectomy.
- The time I hung out with Van Halen.
- The time I nearly burned down my house.
- The time I partied with all the cool mommybloggers and saved The Bloggess's life … sort of.
- The time I thought my son was going to get his ass kicked by a girl.
- The time I was forced to deal with an incontinent doll.
I’m baaaaa-aaaaack
A few months ago, I was feeling all blogged out … to the point that the thought of abandoning this whole thing crossed my mind on more than one occasion. Fortunately (or, depending on your opinion of my blog, unfortunately), Wonder Woman stepped in and killed that option.
Some serious soul-searching followed, the outcome of which was that I decided it was time to refocus on my dreams and set my sights on a new creative-writing endeavor. At the time, I would not have predicted that the “new” creative-writing endeavor would actually turn out to be the rebirth of a not-so-new creative-writing endeavor: this blog.
It’s been almost three years since I first launched DaddyScratches.com. Back then, and for many months thereafter, I was unbelievably enthusiastic about this site, thrilled about how rewarding it felt to finally have a forum for my writing, and blown away by the support, compliments and encouragement that I received from all of you. Thank you. Really. I mean it. I just … I love you, man. *sniff*
Sorry. I’m very emotional.
Now, where was I? Oh yeah: So, for about a year-and-a-half, I was completely invested in making this blog a success … and it felt effortless because I was enjoying it so much.
And then 2010 came along and kicked the shit out of me, and all of the major life changes that were a part of that year-long ass-whupping pushed this site to the side. So much of my time and energy were required elsewhere that I could not give it the attention I so badly wanted to, and my previous enthusiasm was largely replaced by a constant sense of defeat and frustration over my inability to focus on my blog.
Eventually, that nagging, ever-present sense of defeat and frustration had me feeling as though I had summarily failed at making my blog a success, and that I should just give it up and move on to something else.
Except, here’s the thing: The writing I do here is the writing I most enjoy.
In the wake of that epiphany, I’ve decided to rededicate myself to making this blog a success.
Step one? Fix up this shithole.
It’s been a long time since I liked the way this blog looked, and an even longer time since I liked the way it functioned. And because I am a diva, I need the environment in which I’m performing to be an environment that I actually like.
Most of the 10 months I’ve spent confined to a cubicle at my new day job have consisted of developing WordPress websites, and in the course of doing so, I’ve learned The Right Way to do a great many things. The previous incarnation of this blog was not built The Right Way. This latest incarnation was. Yay, me.
And now that I’ve stayed up until one o’clock in the morning every day for the past three weeks in order to redesign and rebuild this whole place from scratch, I can get back to focusing on writing (with some photography thrown in for good measure). At least, that’s the plan. We’ll see.
Anyway, the moral of the story is: Rejoice, for I have returned.
NOTE: Things might look a little wonky around here for a bit as I work out the final kinks. If something doesn’t look right, just assume that it’s an intentional bit of artistic flair rather than a blatant example of my overwhelming ineptitude.)