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Go with the flow…

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Stark Raving Dad

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The book

Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

The blog
  • Maybe I should be writing a book called “Crap That Makes Dad Mad”!  These chicken nuggets were left in the back seat during a recent heat wave.  I found them when I climbed back in the car in the morning. (yes, it smelled like the back kitchen of a KFC!)  Seriously!!?  I was so mad I actually took a picture.  Then, I haven’t had time – so its taken me weeks to post.  But now that i’m posting it – I’m still mad!  Maybe the book should be called “Whe

 

Stark Raving Dads are formed in the fiery forges of constant motion and catastrophe. With kids – we learn we may never have a free moment again, Mom no longer appreciates our sarcastic humor, and that we weren’t completely ready. But you are not alone! There are millions of Stark Raving Dads just like you – utilizing a strong sense of self-preservation, and conveniently overlooking loaded diapers.

 

This blog is my chance to share with other Stark Raving Dads. Its also a great spot to “test drive” new poems, spotlight the “challenges” of fatherhood, and ignore the peanut butter smudges on my armrests. My parental control is being tested everyday… and it all happens – right here!

  • Maybe I should be writing a book called “Crap That Makes Dad Mad”!  These chicken nuggets were left in the back seat during a recent heat wave.  I found them when I climbed back in the car in the morning. (yes, it smelled like the back kitchen of a KFC!)  Seriously!!?  I was so mad I actually took a picture.  Then, I haven’t had time – so its taken me weeks to post.  But now that i’m posting it – I’m still mad!  Maybe the book should be called “Where My Garbage Cans at?!  Holla!” Seriously, this isn’t the first time.  It just backs up a theme you may have noticed… kids not picking up the simplest of items – ever!  I guess i’m whining again.  Or ultimately, I’m conducting research… at what point will my kids start to pick up their wrappers, clothes, soccer balls, shoes, socks, and chicken nuggets?  So far my study seems to be leading to......

  • Ok, some of you may know I’ve got a poem about replacing my kid’s dead fish with another… covertly.  But what you may not know, is how hard it was.  I really didn’t want to tell any “false truths” to my boys – but this one was just too much after the cat had been run over, and 2 fish died before that – then my son exclaimed in tears “why does my fish ALWAYS DIE!!??”  So I snuck off while he was at school and replaced the fish. Now, though… we’re going through art for the book.  And its becoming pretty apparent how much that fish was loved. As you you can see there’s a bit of effort made drawing pictures of the beloved “Mr. Bubbles” – also known as “Tiny” and “Little”.  And these are just the beginning… we found several, whole notebooks of sketches dedicated to the fish. Do I feel guilty??  Nope.  Actually, I think I......

Stark Raving Dads are formed in the fiery forges of constant motion and catastrophe. With kids – we learn we may never have a free moment again, Mom no longer appreciates our sarcastic humor, and that we weren’t completely ready. But you are not alone! There are millions of Stark Raving Dads just like you – utilizing a strong sense of self-preservation, and conveniently overlooking loaded diapers.

 

This blog is my chance to share with other Stark Raving Dads. Its also a great spot to “test drive” new poems, spotlight the “challenges” of fatherhood, and ignore the peanut butter smudges on my armrests. My parental control is being tested everyday… and it all happens – right here!

RESPONSIBILITY ARRIVES ON THE

WINDS OF DIAPER CHANGE.

Stark Raving Dad