Just ask me, I have known me for over 44 years...

I have not written anything in well over a month, and, well, I guess I better hunt and peck my way back into the hearts of my admiring fan-base consisting of at least me.  Usually something sparks a thought, and then I write to get it out, or vent.  It is just how I roll.

I must say I find it odd at times the preconceived notions people have of me.  Crazy, goofy, intense, mean, too serious, not serious enough, bald, weird, extreme, kind, loud, obnoxious, outgoing, easy going, sympathetic, harsh, abrasive, blunt, I could probably list many more adjectives, but you get the picture.

I am glad for those that actually take the time to get to know me or have taken the time to get to know me and what makes me tick.  Although those closest think they know all about me, some is kept in reserve.  But I think we all do that.  Have to have some mystery right?

If you are reading this, you are probably thinking that I am about to get real wordy and write a tell all about my childhood, my young adult hood, and parent hood.  WRONG!
If you want to know that stuff, you can ask, and take the time to get to really know me.  I am not mean, unless you hurt my kids.  I can be intense because I am passionate too a fault.  I will help anyone, becuase well, it makes me feel good to serve.

But, I will shut you down, like turning off a light switch if you hurt me or my kids.  There is an old saying that goes like this - " I wouldn't piss on you to put out the flames if you were on fire!"

Too blunt, maybe.  Too harsh, could be.   But it is part of my make up.  The flip side of that coin is a guy that will go out of his way to help.  And my soft spot, my Achilles heel, my lot in life because of my childhood, is to serve kids and build them.  But that is another story for another time.

Men are from Uranus, not Mars...

Uranus is the seventh planet from the Sun. It has the third-largest planetary radius and fourth-largest planetary mass in the Solar System.  It is comprised mostly of rock and ice according to sources I visited.  No life forms exist on this planet.
But I think at one time life may have existed on this small planet.  Or either a man gave the planet the name it bares.  Because as men, wait for it.........we sure can be asses at times, hence the name of the planet in relation to how we men act at times.
Yes I just admitted it, you read it right.  Men can be 100% asses at times!  Devoid of emotion, feelings, or any thoughtful actions.  We are nothing more than sex starved, beer drinking, car driving, machine gun shooting, farting machines.  Or are we?
I think every person, man and woman alike are capable of being or lacking any emotion or capacity to care.  That is not a market cornened by men.  I think much of who we are as men or women is wired into our DNA, but we also have personal choice on he we respond to matters.  And top it off with what society and TV says we are, and well it just comes down to each person, but that is just my opinion.
I would love to really expand on this, but I might be accused of talking to much, which would make me seem too much like a typical woman, or if I expand on my defense of today's man,  I might be accused of being a chauvinistic pig, so with all sarcasm included I will end this post and leave it to the readers to decide; are men from Uranus or Mars.  

WHOA!! Before I stick my foot in my mouth...

I started thinking that maybe I should set up some ground rules for myself, NOT, but did think I better give a warning to those that may read my blog.
In the words of the famous poets "The Beastie Boys", "ummmmm, let me clear my throat!" I will now lay out some of what you may or may not expect to read in my blog, and by the way, this is not a legal disclaimer, just my way of saying reader beware, you may laugh, you may cry, you may be disgusted, you may say TMI, you may disown me, or may avoid me, or may slap me, or may say wow, I wish I could be honest and transparent like that, maybe if I grow a pair sometime before I die I can too!
So I will be writing about many things.  Some of which has not happened yet.  NO, although my bald head is beautiful, it is not a crystal ball, I can not see the future.  Don't call me and ask for a Tarot reading or for me to be your phone call psychic like Miss Cleo, OK, cause you are not getting it.  I am just saying life happens, and I may write about it.
I have many things from my childhood to get out.  Letting those monsters out of the basement, yes I stole that from Rocky Balboa, will be a daunting tasks, but will be therapeutic for me and may help others.  I will write about my daughters, they are like my lungs, could not breath with out them.  I will write about marriage, sex, women, men, working out, cooking, recipes, laundry, sports, cars, trucks, dogs, cats, life, music, fitness, among mnay other topics that I too lazy to type in for now.
So reader beware.  You have been warned.  Don't say I did not warm you.  Titles of blog posts may or may not depict what you are about to read.  Be open minded.  Understand I am opening up my heart and brain to whoever reads what I write and that is sort of scary.  Good thing is I will write the truth, my honest feelings, and that is about all I can and or will say about that.

Chewing tobacco and Vicki Vallencourt

I often have lines from movies pop into my head during conversations, or when brain storming for ideas, and sometimes for no reason other than a situation causes my brain to pull from the 'useless info file' in my head. When I started working on this blog, I could not help but laugh to myself when I recalled being asked by someone at church no less, if I was really gay?! Yep, someone actually asked me that in a round about kind of way, all because I do all the things I do as a man wife, LOL! Yes cupcake, you read it correctly. The wheels began to spin and I suddenly envisioned Jesse Ventura in the movie Predator. In a scene near the beginning of the movie, where the group of military guys, including Jesse, Arnold Schwarzenegger, among others are flying into the jungle aboard a helicopter, Jesse's character offers chewing tobacco to all the other guys on board. He is rebuffed by the others, and then goes on to call all of them a bunch of "slack jawed faggots". Then he tells them "this stuff will make you a GD sexual tyrannosaurus, just like me!". I laughed to myself thinking of this and had to go YouTube it to watch it again. So check this out folks, not every man is a bumbling idiot that TV sitcoms have decided to show as the typical man these days, actually they have done it for years. Not every man that loves to cook, or do things around the house, or likes pink, or flowers, or recipes is gay. Some of us are 100% red blooded American males that are meat eating, iron moving, hard working, sensitive guys that are good at a lot of things in and out of the house, and are 100% pure T man, and love women, period! For many that know me well enough, you know I am pretty blunt, crazy, weird, unique, or whatever other label you may have attached. So before you send me hate posts, or e-mails, or tell me I am homophobic, or that I along with Vicki Vallencourt ;) am the devil, please read all my posts and try to understand that much of what I posts will hopefully be of use for someone, and some will just be my random thoughts and humor. After all , it is my blog. But none of it is meant to offend. As far as the quoted "lines" from Predator regarding chewing tobacco and being a sexual tyrannosaurus, it still makes me laugh no matter how many times I watch it, and I can totally identify with Jesse's character in that moment. Why, because I am who I am, and I am just being me.

Keeping My Man Card!

WHAT???!! Yes you read the title correctly. I am keeping my man card while living my life like a wife, well kind of. You see I decided to write this blog to clarify a few things and clear up any misconceptions about who I am or what I do. So let's get started. I am a sappy dad. I can see pictures of my daughters as babies, or younger than they are now and get teary eyed. They are the breath of life for me. God must have decided to give me the ultimate gift and torture wrapped up in girls. Gifts because of my love for them, and torture because of my love for them. I am a dad that loves to cook, clean, grocery shop, try new recipes, and make my family happy with the end results. I am also a dad that loves to rock out to all types of music from Motley Crue to DMX to Eminem, to any dubstep in my garage gym and kill some iron. I love yard work, I love handy man work, and I am pretty good at all of the above. I love to serve others. I love to work with kids and share my life lessons with them and build them. Things that did not happen for me as a child, and that is a story for another time. More to come in next few days and weeks to make a complete story.........