Monthly Archives: September 2011

Congratulations. You Just Broke Your Child. (One Year Later)

A year ago, I watched a man break his child at the grocery store. It both angered and saddened me. At a time when my child was almost literally everything I had left in the world, this other man seemed like he'd be happier if his child didn't exist. Single Dad Laughing was still fairly new, and was currently recovering from the aftermath of The Disease Called "Perfection." I came home from the store that day and wrote a post that I called "10 things dads should do to be better dads." I wrote out ten beautiful things that were on my list of "Real Dad Rules" and set it to publish the next day. Problem was, I was both upset over what I saw, and angry at myself for doing nothing. What I came home and wrote wasn't taking the sting of it away, so I scrapped the entire thing and instead wrote You Just Broke Your Child. Congratulations. Admittedly it was a...

It’s my sister’s turn…

Aaaaahhhh.... do you hear that? What? You don't hear anything? Precisely... and it's a beautiful sound. Noah is over at his cousins' house having a sleepover right now. That means right now... it's my sister's turn. It's my sister's turn to tell the boys to stop climbing up the stair banister. It's my sister's turn to wonder why the boys suddenly went quiet. It's my sister's turn to get into the middle of all the sudden and unexpected fights and outbursts. It's my sister's turn to tell the boys no more candy until they eat some real food. It's my sister's turn to figure out who's crying, where they're crying, and why they're crying. It's also her turn to stop the crying. It's my sister's turn to combat the demands for more time before bed. It's my sister's turn to clean-up all the spilled popcorn. It's my sister's turn to fight the pajama fight. It's my sister's turn to demand a quality mouth cleaning for three boys. It's my sister's turn...

Bla bla bla bla… that means…

Okay, before you skim past this post and think it doesn't matter... DON'T!!! Take 30 seconds (for me, pretty please) and breeze through it (mobile users too!). If you do, I can promise you'll learn a few really nifty difty little things about the new commenting system here on Single Dad Laughing. Like how to tag your Facebook friends and your tweeps, and how to leave comments without signing-up for a new account. Those are only a couple of cool things you can do with this new comment system. And believe me... IT'S AMAZING!!! Let me show you what it does... This is the blank comments form that you'll see at the bottom of every Single Dad Laughing post:   First of all, you can always see how many people are currently "listening" to a post. Hover over the number and it will tell you how many people are on the page at the current moment and how many people are following the conversation off-page. Below...

A letter. To whoever.

Last week I wrote a post called I need your help. I was stuck between a serious rock and a hard place. Your response was and still is overwhelming. There was an ugly side though. Since then, many hurtful nostrils of the blogging world have been flaring away, denouncing me and this blog, calling me all sorts of names, petitioning others to leave SDL behind for good, telling me it's inappropriate to "share my tears," that I only write for the money, and more. I've received numerous emails from other parent bloggers telling me how irresponsible I was to quit my job, how stupid I was to do what I did as a parent, and how reckless it all has been in general. I know many of you have sent me links to things you've read of this nature. Many of you have shared that you are sad or discouraged by what others are saying on blogs that you love and respect. Some of you even...

The Big Hillbilly Hoe-Down

Okay... I better post these pictures before anybody else does! You know what they say... the damage is a lot less if you own your weirdness. Right? I hope so. Haha. I'm just kidding. I'll totally own what you're about to see! My brother Eric just turned the big 3-0 and threw a seriously awesome hillbilly birthday hoe-down to celebrate. So... what to wear? I mean, my wardrobe isn't exactly reeking of hillbilly awesomeness. But, determined to play the part (I do love costume parties!) I went to my bedroom and started digging until I came up with the perfect "outfit." What's scary is that everything I'm wearing here is something I actually own. The capris (which I won't be disrespectful by calling them manpris) were a pair I found at an outlet store and bought without trying them on. They turned out very... ummmm... gay. The shirt, well, it's actually a very stylish awesome shirt. When it's buttoned up. But to go along...

Your Happiest

During the last photo contest here on Single Dad Laughing, participants shared their "happiest moment" photos. Every time I scrolled through the entries I felt like I was slapped across the face with a serious happy stick. It was almost like the ultimate "Beautiful You." Anyway, hundreds of entries came in, winners were announced, prizes shipped (or being shipped!). Today, I just wanted to repost my favorite forty! Whittling it down to forty was tough, but these are the 40 that really just made my day. I'll start with the first one, my favorite two photos in the entire competition... Those two photos just had me laughing out loud they were so awesome. Anyway, I easily could have added another hundred photos to today's post, so don't feel bad if yours didn't make it. These were just my favorite. Anybody else doing the picking probably would have picked 40 different photos for 40 different reasons! Here are my other favorites... Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing PS. Which were...

Your Dad Was Right

On Single Dad Laughing's Facebook Page, I asked the question "what was the best advice your father ever gave you that you really didn't want to believe?" The responses were fantastic, brilliant, funny, and downright awesome! Enjoy... Oh, and don't try and click like on the individual responses. These are just screen captures! Unless, that is, you enjoy clicking on things that don't actually do anything.   What was the best advice your father ever gave you that you really didn't want to believe? What was your favorite response above? Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing SDL's Quote of the Day "By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong." ~Charles Wadsworth

This is Beautiful You

Finally, my favorite post of the week! Every Sunday I take some of the photos that you have uploaded to the Facebook wall, and I post them here. I love This is Beautiful You because it gives me (and everybody else) an incredible glimpse of who we all are. It puts a face on the awesome people coming here. It gives us a beautiful idea of the uniqueness and diversity of the followers here at SDL. More than anything, it shows all of us just how beautiful we each can be. Anyway, thank you for sharing a small part of yourselves. It’s my honor to put the spotlight on you today. This is beautiful you. (Click on any thumbnail to see the image larger, and then scroll through the larger images via the "prev" and "next" buttons.)       Which photos made you the happiest today? If you'd like to send in photos to be considered for Sunday's "This is beautiful you" and...

Noah, the soccer stud.

Okay, it's official. I'm a soccer Dad. Noah's mom and I have been getting Noah excited for soccer for months, and the season is finally upon us. I've been so excited. He's already had a couple games, and he's... well... he's doing... awesome. Okay, I lied. He's been struggling with it. From being too timid to get into the middle of everybody and folding his arms half-way through the game and refusing to play, we've got a little work to do. But that's another post for another day. Today, I'll just share the photos I took at Noah's very first soccer game! The great thing about a camera is, as long as your kid is trying his heart out, you're gonna get some great shots! So, this is Noah... the soccer stud. Click on any image to scroll through one at a time (simply click next and previous once the image opens up). Click on the thumbnails below to go to a...

Hugs. Kisses. And other horrible tactics.

Hugs. Kisses. They're horrible, aren't they? Horrible tactics, anyway. By kids. Haha. I don't know what it is, but every kid seems to eventually figure out that there is one way to always get out of just about anything! Noah just figured out the great power of hugs and kisses. This is how it generally goes down.

The Bro-Down Unfolded

On Monday, my brother and I launched our second bro-down, a friendly little photographer competition in which we each took eight photos of the same things, put them up on Single Dad Laughing, and you all voted on which were best (without knowing whose were whose). The goal... be the big dawg on top. The king of the camera. El Jefóte. Well, the results are in... 16 photographs. 10,213 votes. Before the contest we decided winner would be he who had the most total votes. So here we go... First was the "ant challenge" (click on any image to see a larger version). "Aphid Farming" "The Food Chain" The winner: Eric with his photo "Aphid Farming!" 775 votes to 482 votes!   Next up was the bumblebee shot. "In for Landing" "Sweet Pollen" The winner: Dan with his photo "Sweet Pollen!" 887 votes to 445 votes!   Next up was the butterfly capture. "Queen with Wings" "Thistle Juice" The winner: Eric with "Thistle Juice!" 754 votes to 511 votes!   Next up was the elk photographs. "The Love Call" "The Bugle...

Finding My Soul on the Mountain

What is a soul? I don’t know. Seems everybody has an answer for that. To be honest I don’t really care. I know what my soul is when I hear it. I know what my soul is whenever I find it. To me, my soul is a lot of things...

The Disease Called Perfection (One Year Later)

It has been a year since I wrote and published The Disease Called Perfection. It is by far the most important post I've ever written. To me, anyway. Today it has been read by nearly 2 million people and shared on Facebook well over a hundred thousand times. A day hasn't gone by since posting it that I haven't received at least one email from somebody who has read it, desperate to escape the disease. Most days I receive multiple.

A sink full of rotten yuck…

You know, sometimes there are some seriously crappy sides to being a bachelor. Like having a sink full of rotten yuck. I'm rather OCD when it comes to the dishes I use for eating. Because of that, I have a hard time eating off of anything that's not disposable (oh great, I can already see the faint glow of the environmentalists and torches and pitchforks). Paper plates. Paper cups. Plastic picnic-ware. Besides my OCDness factoring into things, I just hate doing dishes. Now, I know hate is a strong word. That's why I used it. In fact, maybe hate's not a strong enough word. So, considering those two factors, what usually happens at this bachelor pad is this... 1) Noah or Dad have to use a real dish for some reason. 2) Noah or Dad puts their real dish in the sink. 3) Dad looks at the dish in the sink and thinks, no use doing the dishes when there's only one dish. 4) Noah or dad have to use a...

And then there was fall…

The first full-blown autumn tree I've seen this year. I'm not so sure I'm ready for summer to be over! Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing How about you? You ready for summer to be over or are you secretly sad about it like I am?    

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