Just so you know. Don’t call me “Mr. Mom.” I’m a stay at home dad. I own my masculinity. I’m not trying to be a “mom.” I’m a “dad.”
I’m not the hapless Mr. Mom from that crappy 80s movie. I’m a Problem without a Solution. I’m a SAHD. Hear me roar.
If you’re calling yourself Mr. Mom, I’d prescribe a night of hard drinking followed by a road trip to Vegas, where you should watch a prize fight from the first row. Total the car, hit on Marg Helgenberger, then hop a flight to that weeks NASCAR event.
Failing that, just hangout for a weekend with Ragin and Eamon.
(And if you call yourself a “Mommy Daddy,” I’m going to prescribe the road trip, and the weekend with Ragin and Eamon. Maybe a full week.)
Via Yahoo News
Mr Mom becoming more of a household name in US
by Jocelyne ZablitSun Apr 8, 11:18 PM ET
The day his daughter Olivia was born, as Mark Ruis puts it, was the last day of his career — at least for the foreseeable future.
On that day three years ago, Ruis joined a growing number of men across the United States who are bucking tradition and taking on the title of Mr Mom, or stay-at-home dad.
“I didn’t think I had it in me,” Ruis, 38, of the eastern state of New Jersey, told AFP. “To be a stay-at-home nurturing parent with patience, to be able to do all the chores, all the organizational stuff, I didn’t think I could do it.
“But lo and behold, when it came down to it, I was able to.”
According to the US Census Bureau, there are 159,000 stay-at-home fathers currently in the United States, a more than three-fold increase from 1996 when they numbered 49,000.
Researchers and associations that represent these fathers, however, estimate their number to be closer to two million, as the Census Bureau figures do not take into account fathers who work part time or from the home.
And they’ve come a long way in the quarter-century since the bumbling dads in the 1983 hit “Mr Mom” starring Michael Keaton. While it may have popularized the term, the film treated the species as an oddity, a stay-at-home dad who is there because he lost his job, struggling to cope with diaper-changing, meal-cooking home multi-tasking handled “easily” by women.
Featuring the Austin SAHDs group.
“You need to move if you’re going to be swinging your monkey.”
“No more. You’re done. No more swinging your monkey.”
I’m pleased they replied to my e-mail:
We are aware of the outages and found and corrected the problems on that circuit. Several poles and pieces of equipment had been damaged by lightning. It took a while before they failed causing the brief outages by operating the substation breaker. All problems were fixed by yesterday afternoon.
However, today a squirrel got onto an underground riser and blew up a cutout and lightning arrestor. This caused the breaker to operate today.
If you have any additional questions, don’t hesitate to call me.
Another 10 to 15 second power outage.
Another 20 second outage.
Way to go; Y’all keep on keepin’ on gittin’ ‘er done!
Yep. Electricity is out.
While I’m at it, might as well mention the 30 second power outage we had over the weekend, too.
Back posting about the mid day power outage. It was about 30 seconds or less in length. Enough to clear all our clocks.
So the girly girl refers to herself as “you”. And she refers to daddy as “I”. So, for example, “I pick you up” means “Daddy pick me up.”
Well I read that it’s a sign of autism. Except, we know she’s not autistic.
I supposed I screwed up when I decided I wouldn’t talk to her in the third person, instead using “You” and “I.” Well, of course, then, she’d think that she is “you” and I am, well, “I.” (Mommy is not “I”.
But seriously – how do you explain the relative nature of “You” and “I” to kids just learning language? I figured it’d just work itself out.
So now we’re trying to get the point across that she should use “I” when referring to herself. If she tells us “You have two spoons,” I’ll say, “when Emma is talking about herself, she can say ‘I have two spoons.'” And the wife will say “Emma, you should say ‘I have two spoons.'”
I’m not sure which approach will work – I suppose mine will win out, simply because it’s the one she’ll hear the most.
On the other hand, I’m the reason she’s confused.
That a way to keep the power going.
I’m sitting here, blogging in the dark.
I’m not sure what you people are going to do in the event of a real emergency, if you can’t even keep the power on when there’s a minor summer thunderstorm.