What the f**k is dad struck? Well let me give you a very precise English definition:
“I replaced word star with dad.”
But why am I dad struck? Well its simple really. When I first started dad blogging I spent a lot of time reading your blog. Yes yours. Now I’ve been accepted in to the fold and I get to be in your midst, making myself look like an idiot.
Sooner or later you’d figure that out.
But the real kicker for me, (I chewed my wife’s ear off about this) is that the other day Art asked me to come on the Life of Dad After Show.
No by no means do I think “I’m a good blogger”, I actually think I’ll never make a good blogger because I don’t understand when I need a comma or a full stop. It kills me.
But after being invited on to the after show provides me with some sort of ratification that more people, other than my wife and mother, reads my sh*t.
I’m not the best story teller or writer, but I genuinely enjoy blogging. Blogging is fun, just like Jack talks about in this blog post. Like I said in a post I wrote for Dads the way I like it, none of my friends have kids. Blogging gives me an avenue to talk to super cool guys like you.
Yes, again I’m talking to you.
Plus being a father of three daughters, I tend not to venture out a whole lot, unless my wife is with me to contain the evil children. But like Patrick Quinn said in episode 28 of the After show,
“as parents we all have something to write about” (or something like that)
What has this got to do about being “dad struck”? I genuinely feel humbled to be able to share my crappy ramblings with you guys. Hopefully, I can convince my wife to let me go to Dad 2.0 2015, you’ll then find me drunk in a bar crapping on about how good Australian Football is and how bad the Minnesota Vikings are (my NFL team).