Good Morning Sunshine

How do you take your coffee? Or perhaps you prefer tea? Or orange juice? Or maybe just water? I’d like a Coke, but I’m on day two of cessation. So far no caffeine withdraw headache. But I’d still really like one.

I was hoping this morning’s run would summon my idea pallet. No summoning happened. Instead it was a quiet, foggy four miles with Crash cycling beside me. We set a goal of 34 minutes and beat it by 10 seconds. But it was never about the numbers. The scenery was picture worthy, but we were so enraptured by the it that I didn’t even think of it. I usually do my best brainstorming during my runs. This morning my brain was as quiet as Mother Nature. I was wracking my brain for some kind of juicy, meat and potatoes, awe inspiring post.

Sorry, this isn’t it.

The best words of wisdom I can come up with at the moment is

Nevermind the numbers.

What if your blog received one view every single day? No more, no less. Well, maybe less. Would you still write? Would you write differently?

Would I write differently? I’ve made my blog mostly about being a dad. Which, when I look back at previous posts, really isn’t any different than being a mom. Or perhaps I just write about being a dad like a mom would. With the exception of childbirth and breastfeeding, they’re nearly identical positions. While I wouldn’t mind the breastfeeding aspect, child birthing isn’t for me.

I think and I say I wouldn’t write differently if I didn’t get the views. But deep down inside, I think I would cater to my readers. If that one view was always from my “Month in Review” post, I would write more reviews. I would provide more stats than the MLB. If it was my short stories that garnered the view I would join more photo prompt clubs.

I know parenting (mostly) and I know humor (mostly) and I know writing from the heart (mostly). Writing what you mean and meaning what you say is more important than the numbers. Especially if you’re professing your love of pigeons. Crash’s posts get 5-15 views each time he blogs. He still asks to write posts. He’s working on his next draft at this very moment.  He also sees that I get 50+ views and he thinks he isn’t getting enough. I see others getting 100+ and I think I’m not getting enough. I’m sure those 100+ people see others getting 200+, 500+ or 1,000+ views and think they’re not getting enough. What would be “enough”?

We write anyway. We parent anyway.

So my advice today is ignore the numbers. Whether you’re blogging and hoping to become “popular” or you’re running and hoping become “fast” or parenting and hoping to “survive” ignore the numbers and do what you love to do. Do what you do best. Do what is best for you, your blog, your kids, your whatever.

Just do.

just do

And while your at, please join us for a new, fun blogging challenge.


Why Do Boys…

Eli, the Coach Daddy, started a questions page over on his blog titled What would you ask of a boy. He was simply asking people to ask him “boy” questions because actually being a boy qualifies him to answer such questions.

So, to help him out, I typed “Why do boys” into Google so it could take a guess at what I was going to ask. It did a pretty good job. It came up with some good questions. I’m here to answer them for you in as a PG-13 way as I can. Because I’m a boy. I’m not sure what Google is.

1. Why do boys have nipples

According to IFLS, all babies begin life as a female embryo. If a Y chromosome is present then that chromosome (or a gene on that chromosome) limits the breast development to just a nipple. This doesn’t happen until the 4th week of gestation. So we both get nipples but only females get developed.

I think it’s so we don’t look weird. It’s so, as toddlers, we can pretend to be mommies with baby dolls. Also, they work as thermometers letting us know when it gets cold. While not entirely useful, they’re not as completely useless as the screen door on a submarine. Back hair? Now that’s completely useless.

 2. Why do boys like girls?

Google didn’t have an answer to this one. It answered “what do boy like about girls”. Close, but no cigar. I think from an evolutionary stand point, boys like girls because that’s how we keep the world populated. Unfortunately, that’s how the world will get over populated too. But really, we probably like girls because they have better nipples. Nipple envy.

But I also know that not all boys like girls. Some boys like boys. Maybe that’s why boys have nipples. So the boys who like boys won’t be nipple envious of the boys who like girls have nipple envy.

3. Why do boys like breasts?

When they were young toddlers, both of my sons would put their hands down the shirt or up a sleeve of the person who was holding them. They loved to feel skin on skin. Occasionally, that hand would find its way in their mother’s bra. It was comforting to them. And warm.

Breasts are the givers of life, sustaining our children in the first six months to year of their lives. They’re packed with all those minerals, nutrients, and antibiotics. We look at children’s mother and see the bond they form during feeding time. Envious? Even when they aren’t in use as a food supply boys are looking for one.

Also, because we don’t have them.

*Sidenote: Men can get breast cancer, too. However, they account for only 1% of all breast cancer cases.

Boys are such weird creatures. Does anyone really know why they like what they like? Might as well try to solve the Bermuda Triangle mystery.

Dear Facebook

FB iconDear Facebook friends,

All y’all are awesome. I know for the last 11 months it seems like all you’re seeing from my status updates are blog posts. How frickin’ boring, right? All though, I wonder how many see yet another post from me and think “He’s hogging my news feed with all his posts” and scroll right by it. I know this isn’t true for all of you. I have received many comments in conversation about what I write. So, I know some of you are reading this stuff. Thank you! I certainly do appreciate it. Especially, when those comments come from unexpected sources.

You’re probably wondering why I’ve taken to blogging. I can’t exactly answer that other than by telling you I’m not exactly sure either. I enjoy writing, obviously. I enjoy getting an idea to write about then finding out where it takes me. Kind of like running. I start running and I see what happens*. Where will my run take me and what will happen along the way? Much like a day in the life with kids, anything is possible.

*Speaking of running, I need to get my lazy ass back out there. This is the best season for it!

Anyway, deep down, I’d like to one day become a published author of either children’s books or perhaps young adult novels. Perhaps even old adult novels. I’m still testing the waters. I don’t really have any idea yet. Right now though, I’m just trying to survive my kids. But I thought I’d work on my writing through blogging for two reasons.

Reason A is that by writing every day, theoretically it should improve. Much like running consistently should make me a better runner. Of course, I could become a better runner faster by running intervals (alternating fast/slow paces), by making sure I run up and down lots of hills and by eating properly. The equivalent to this in the world of writing would be to challenge myself to write frequently, write on various topics, to various audiences. While the majority of my writing is about the perpetual motions of Crash and Bang, I do write some short stories and write about different aspects of life.

Reason B also has to do with becoming published. I’m building a following. Between Facebook, Twitter, and WordPress, I have a total of 659 followers. With a little work, a little luck, and whole bunch of words, I can build a readership of people who will want to read the book(s) I write.

Did I say two reasons? What you heard is not what I meant. I meant three. Reason C is that it has become my way of sharing our stories. Whether they are full of comedy or frustration, I like to share. Perhaps someone else will think, “Damn, it could be a whole lot worse.” Or “Glad I’m not the only one!” While mom and dad are probably thinking “Glad to see he’s got children just like himself!” (The “Mom Curse” anyone? That’ll be for another post.)wp

Anyway, as for my WP friends reading this, don’t worry about finding me on Facebook. I’m not there much and I won’t “friend” you unless I know you in real life. I know you on WP and WP is my new FB, anyway.