Thursday, July 15, 2010
Senses Are All We Need
I can see the sun rising and clouds drifting above us all
I see kids running around the house and yard
I see everyone, going about their business
Without removing the pillow from my ears
I hear the surf lapping at the shoreline
I can hear the dogs eagerly crunching their morning kibble
I hear the neighborhood come alive
Without shaking off my blanket
I can feel the warm touch of my beautiful woman
I feel goose bumps from the houseful of loving family surrounding me
I feel the heat of the coming day, from the bright sun above
I love the fact that, just awaking or not, I can experience all of these joys of life..any time I want…just by closing my eyes and clearing my mind.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The Hot Dad Dream!!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Fingers

Brothers and sisters all linked together
Gripping me hard, or light as a feather
Fingers so sexy, a delight for me to see
One stroke by them is never enough for me
One at a time, searching my skin
Finding the best place for caressing to begin
Brushing on my face or grabbing me below
Your gentile touch make my juices start to flow
From the fist touch until the last
It seems to me that an eternity has past
Touching, licking and sucking them – I like
How to work them - like riding a bike
I love your fingers, so sexual and sweet
Just remember…NEVER touch my feet
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
How do you stay on top of your email?
I was immediately in shock! I could not believe that I was seeing what I was seeing. Does this really happen to people?!
**Please take a look at the number of unread messages!!!! (over 37,000) WTF!?I hope there are no emails in there from a sick old friend or someone who needs help in some way....they'll be waiting a LONG time!!
I have to admit that I came very close to spending a few hours deleting and organizing...but I knew that she'd hang my ass out to dry for organizing HER shit.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sorry D.C. - We Can't Help Ourselves Sometimes
As most of you know, Mariah and I went to DC with our 10 year old for a rock climbing competition. At the beginning of our 3 days in DC, I thought that we’d do a bit of the ‘normal’ sightseeing thing. We went to the Smithsonian on Friday. There was a lot of playing in the snow up and down the mall and then there was the touring of the exhibits.All was normal…until Mariah and I decided that faking the tourist thing was just not our speed.
In one exhibit, she began drooling at the below crystal…
…mentioning that it reminded her of my…joy stick (not the coloring of course.)
That made me so happy and proud; I decided to give her this 45 carat ring…
We continued through the esteemed Smithsonian in this manner…dragging Mariah away from things like this…
Then on Sunday, we went back down town to visit the Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, White House and Vietnam Memorial Wall. It was cold, windy and…outright unpleasant…until everything became phallic.
And Mariah fondled Lincoln’s balls.
As inappropriate as this may be…we had a blast!!!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Teenage Kids... DON'T Suck!!!!!
As you all know...I turned 42 last week and we went to Mariah's parents house with the kids for a birthday dinner.I don't know about all of you...but those of you who have any step children must agree that receiving a birthday card like this from your 18 year old step daughter (the same one who left me notes about how old I was)...makes it a great year!!!
As a manly man...I did not cry...but I wanted to. That was absolutely the sweetest and most meaningful gift I could have gotten (well besides the replacement Travel Scrabble...since ours was lost a few months ago.)
I would comment on the other cards and such, but I want to keep this as it is.
I will keep and cherish this card forever!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
True Love
Well everyone….since you liked my last poem, I thought I’d shoot another masterpiece out there for you.US
ManicMariah to you, plain Mariah to me
Whatever she’s called, she is Hot indeed
Her sexy body and loony mind
Boy we’re lucky she one of a kind
She love animals, dogs, monkeys and owls
But really hates when I talk of my bowels
Her kids are smart, say thank you and please
She sits and blogs, with her perky double D’s
A woman with the kindest heart
She even giggles when I burp and fart
She’s been called a MILF and a hottie too
Treating her right is all I can do
I will not discus details of my loins
But we see stars while counting coins
Getting lost in the woods is a regular thing
But being with her, I feel like a king
I’m going to keep her, forever if I can
With her on my arm, “I am THE MAN!”
Forever and ever, I envision it every day
Holy crap!…I’m glad I’m not gay!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Let The Haunting Begin
we paused to look up at the big spider web that we have been passing for the last week. Every day, the web was getting a little bigger, but we never saw the spider. I am...not so into spiders, but in this house…you do NOT kill (or even “relocate”) spiders. (more on that…see ManicaMariah.)Tonight, there it was….a monster! Simultaneously, we both jumped back, as if we were in “Attack of the Killer Spiders” and the thing was going to jump onto our faces and suck our brains out through our noses. We stepped back and I knew I’d have to photograph this one. I ran inside to get the camera…and of course our 9 year old. Christie is one of those….nutty, animal-freak kids. We remove “unwanted” critters from her room on a daily basis. Snails, lady bugs, worms, rollie pollies…anything she can catch. Christie is that girl who would need therapy if she (even by accident) stepped on an ant.
I asked her if she wanted to go see the big spider while I took pictures. She was out the front door before I had a chance to turn around. We walked up to where the spider was, I pointed, she looked up and (with her mouth gaping open said, …”Oh My.” I started taking pictures (knowing I had to get the perfect shot for you all. Once I had about 5 shoots, I showed them to Christie who responded to me with…”Wow! He’s HUGE!”...(then I got to a good close up) she looked at the picture and then turned to me and said, “That’s sep-spatula…I mean scepatula…um….slaptulaR. Wait, what is that word?” I responded “spec tac u lar”
“Yeah! That’s it!”

Then I said…...”Hey, let’s go check out the one on the other side of the house.” We trott
ed down the driveway to the side of the house, Christie chanting under her breath, “spectacular, sptcatipillar, ...UH… do you think this one is gonna be as big?”Chuckling, I said, “Hold on to your britches Little One….we’re about to find out.”
As we turned the corner, we looked up to the web (that we had really only seen from far away …until now. We (both of us with jaws dragging the floor) stared and as I said, “Holy Mackerel” she barked (like an army sergeant), “That thing is a...MONSTER!”

I clicked away and now, even though I have some cool photos, I don’t even know what kind of spiders these are. I kinda hope that one of these super-sized, creepy-assed spiders bites me. I'd be the ultimate Spider-Man!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Crossing the Streams
My life, for the most part, is compartmentalized. I have three distinct areas--work, friends and online. My friends are not a part of my working life and my online life is completely segregated from my real life. There are a handful of people in my life who know that I write as Daddy Geek Boy. On line, I write a few blogs and am a regular member in a parenting community called Offsprung. But very few of my readers and acquaintances know me by anything more than my internet handle. However on occasion, there are times when the streams get crossed and one of my worlds bleeds into another.
Blogging is a strange thing. There are thousands of blogs on the interwebs and one of the things I find most fascinating is how small communities of bloggers tend to develop. The same people start to read and comment on each other's blogs. Sometimes these relationships migrate from these postings to places like Facebook and Twitter. And sometimes, you learn that these "virtual" people you have been connecting with live nearby. Before you know it, you've made plans to meet in person and the line between the internet and reality blurs.
This is how I found myself spending an evening in front of a fire pit drinking beer in the backyard of the original Hot Dad, Tent Camper, and his partner in crime, Mariah.
There is an established familiarity when you meet a blogger who's work you've read. You know their voice and you know their stories and you know about the people who populate their lives. It's a nice shorthand that cuts through the awkwardness of the beginning stages of a new friendship.
There were a few other people around the fire that night and as we were telling them how we all knew each other, somebody asked Tent Camper how did he know that I wasn't a lunatic and could be trusted in his home. Tent Camper's response was that he didn't. But he had a feeling I was okay. The same could be said about them. You never truly know who somebody is until you meet them in real life. But even though one's online persona isn't always exactly who they are in reality, if a person writes honestly you have a pretty good barometer.
It didn't surprise me to learn that Tent Camper and Mariah were just as warm, affable and cool as they are on line. We had a fantastic evening and each left wanting to do it again. They are good bloggers but more importantly, good people.
Sometimes it pays off to cross the streams.
So what about you? Have you met anyone from the blogging world in real life? If so, did they meet your expectations?
Monday, July 27, 2009
My Brady Bunch Family and My Insanity
In a sad sort of way I feel more a part of my other family. I’d nod and chime in with blank and unenthused looks during conversations with my mother. Am I an ass hole? Can I only ‘connect’ with one family at a time?
Although I grew up with 5 of the 11 people there, I felt as though I really had nothing to talk about…with the exception of a few childhood stories that we all laughed about.
The fun part for me was when Mariah and I sat around the campfire with my sister, her fiancĂ©e and my brother…drinking beer and wine, taunting the never ending stream of bears that wandered the campground, reflecting on our childhoods and, well…there was also a thing with the lake, a canoe, drinks and attempted fishing.
I don’t really know what it is…besides being ‘related’ I just did not feel that I have anything in common with the rest of my family. They are all loving and caring people…and I love them as they are my family, but …something was missing.
Maybe it has something to do with Mariah and her family. They are all very close and visit and talk to one another all the time…unlike my family. Maybe I am seeing Mariah’s family as normal and mine as …abnormal. Shit …that makes me sound like such an ass.
All in all…the bottom line (and why I wrote this) is …I want to connect. I want to feel ‘part of.’ I want to see my family as normal…It just did not click…and I don’t like it.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I am a wood slut
The problem is that I have gotten to that place where I refuse to buy that stupid freakin ‘balsa’ fire wood that the local grocery stores sell for $6.00 per bundle of 5 logs. I am also unwilling to spend $50 per load of wood from the local firewood yard.
My thing is that I drive around town and stop at lumber yards and construction sites, ask them for any of their scrap wood. It works perfectly for camping and our fire pit…and it is free. I can load up the back of the car and have a week’s worth of wood with only a little bit of cutting with my saw.
I’m sure that this does not sound so bad right now, but it has gotten bad…I could be compared to a drug addict, on a quest for my next fix. I have been known to slam on the breaks, with a car full of people, throw the car in reverse…just to check out a new construction site. Driving down the street, I crane my neck as I pass by lucrative site, to see if there is any junk wood. When I start getting low on wood, I make a point of dedicating a 2 hour window of my day to troll the streets for my pot of gold.
Given the above…Mariah and the kids have all begun calling me; “Wood Slut”, “Wood Whore”, “Scrap Addict”, “Scrap Junkie” and other derogatory names. At first I did not mind, but ….an I sick? Do I need help? Is there a 12-step support group for this?
Well…I gotta run. It is Friday and I need wood for the weekend!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Hot Mama Awards
GO CHECK EM OUT. ADD THEM TO YOUR BLOGROLLS AND SHOW THEM THE COMMENT LOVE THAT THEY DESERVE!!!!
I officially welcome the following to Hot Dads’ Hot Mama posse....lead by the one and only ManicMariah
Another Suburban Mom
Dirt & Noise
Harassed Mom
For A Different Kind Of Girl
I Am Divorced Not Dead
Life According To Candice
Lulaville
Mommy In Pink
Motherhood in NYC
QTMamma’s Blog
Single Mom In The City
SwirlGirl’sPearls
TexasWorldTangle
The Quest For T
the world according to me
Two Dogs Running
You have officially been selected as the newest HOT MAMAs.
*To the new additions...there are only a few things that you need to do:
Put the Hot Mama image on your blog (copy from the Hot Dads blog) with the link to us.
Go to http://labeldaddy.blogspot.com/2009/05/dad-blogger-of-year.html and nominate me for coolest daddy blogger (feel free to tell your friends to do the same.)
Post something soon about becoming a Hot Mama!
Congrats!!!!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The English Language Sucks!
I know that it has been a while since I last posted, but there has just been a lot going on in my life lately. Not to mention my latest issue.
The kids are off visiting with their father and the house is virtually empty. These are the times that I reserve to get some shit done around the house. The project at the top of my list right now, though not a huge one, is the cause for both anxiety and deep thought.
The project itself is simple…repair the leak in our shower. Remove the shower knob. Remove and replace worn inner part(s). Re-attach knob and seal. Simple…yes, I know.
The issue is as follows: I have no caulk. (No…I did not say COCK…I said caulk.) This is where the anxiety comes in. I hate the fact that I have to walk into my local hardware store and ask the burly guy that runs the place if he has caulk. What do you say? “Excuse me…I am looking for caulk.” “Do you have caulk?” “Where can I find caulk?” “Do you have light brown caulk? My wife does not want white caulk.”
What the fuck is wrong with the guy who invented and named caulk? Wouldn’t you think that he’d know how it sounds and that the majority of people buying it would be plumbers, builders, DIY “manly men” and the such? He could have just named it; goop or sealer or even sticky shit. (Although there may be similar issues with “sticky shit.”
So basically, I have not started my project and have a feeling that before I do, I will be down at the hardware store scanning the aisles for the caulk display as so this manly mo fo will not need to inquire with anyone about caulk.
I even thought about sending Mariah to make the purchase…but I know her. She would have too much fun with it and would be all, “Excuse me big boy….can you show me your caulk? I need some very badly.” OH HELL NO….I ain’t with all that!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Nasty, Disgusting Bastard
Some of you may have heard this before...but since it is still going on, I thought I'd reitterate.
So let me set this up for you.A few months ago my “woman” ManicMariah got up in the morning and was acting all pissy. I asked what was wrong. She looked at me and gruffly said, ”nothing.” I backed off a bit to see if she just needed some space.
About an hour later, after no change, I, tenderly, approached her again to ask what was wrong. Her head whipped around (kind of Exorcist-esc) and with glaring eyes she informed me that she was a shitty mother and a lazy piece of shit. I jumped back, not knowing what to expect, and asked why she felt like that. She told me that she hates waking up late and not being able to see the kids off to school. It makes her feel like a pile of steamy dog crap.From that point on I have been making a point to set our alarm so that we have time to get up and spend some time with the kids before they leave.OK…I am almost there.
Anyway, Mariah is ….how should I put it?....NOT A MORNING PERSON!Now, as the alarm is on my side, it is my job to turn it off and make sure that she gets up. This is one tough job. After weeks of trial and error, came the morning that I turned over onto my side, scooched myself into her until she reached around me so that we are in a loving spooning position. Then I proceed to work some of my “inner magic” and push out a nice, loud, morning toot…which actually shook the bed. With my eyes tightly closed, I felt the stabbing sensation of an elbow connecting with my ribs followed by what sounded like snapping bone, while instantaneously leaping from the bed repeating, “You NASTY, DISGUSTING BASTARD. You are so fucking nasty and gross.” I stayed in bed…trying to take back my gases by saying that I was kidding and was just trying to get her out of bed like she wanted.
After coming out of the bathroom, she threw me a death glare calling me nasty again and then abruptly left the room.
Now… pondering my decision and weighing the pain and insults, I have decided that I will go back to the drawing board.
Any thoughts
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Pimpin The Hand-Me-Downs
She then said that she thought that I’d be a really cute old man. I asked if she would lovingly change my diapers and feed me. Feed me…I got a yes…as for changing diapers, she responded with, “Hell no! I’ll hire some hottie to change your diapers and bathe you.”
Anyway…I guess that got me thinking. Seeing the nurses and elder care workers that come here and that I see around town…nobody has a Mariah by their side. All of them are late middle aged, overweight, unkempt, immigrants who couldn’t fit into a nurse’s outfit if they wanted to.
Here is my idea…..
Company name: Bedside Tail
The deal:
What would be a better fallback job for ‘past their prime’ porn actresses and stripers? Elderly Care. It is not like they have their medical degree to fall back on or a corporate job waiting.
I have witnessed elderly people refusing pills, baths, meals, etc. BUT…I can guarantee you that if I had some buxom (retired) porn actress showing me cleavage and glimpses of her crotch…I’d be all….”I’m ready when you are!!!!”
If I start marketing now and reaching out to porn agents and club owners…maybe they could start sending me their ‘hand-me-downs.’ I’d be like a pimp for elderly clients.
Damn…..the outfits I could have them wear….bathing techniques….’bedtime reading’…
OH….this could be fun!!!!
(Oh…wait…this is not real…SHIT!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Remote Controlled 'Fun'
I give My Love the sexy new panties, with a remote controlled vibrator built-in, that I just found at our local ‘adult store.’ I tell her that we are going to go out for a drink. As we walk up to the door of our favorite English Pub, I turn to her and tell her that I want to see her squirm. She gives me a sweet smile, accompanied by a look that you would get from a puppy dog who saw the big piece of steak that you were holding behind your back.
We walk in and I tell her that I am going to run into the bathroom and that she should order us a few beers. As I come out of the bathroom, I see that she has wiggled her way up to the busy bar…and she was trying to get the attention of the bartender. Wedged between a cluster of people, all trying to refill their drinks, I thought that it would be a good time to test the range of our new toy. With the press of a button, from inside my pocket, I instantly saw her jump a bit and then look around…expecting me to be right behind her. I was still about 25 feet away and blocked by a group of people playing darts.
I moved a bit closer and, leaning up against a post, gave her another quick little buzzzzz. She quickly turned her head, not seeing me…but smiling intently anyway. As the bartender approached her and I saw her begin to order…I hit her again…this time…I made it last a few seconds. I could see that while I was pressing that little special button in my pocket, it was as if I pressed the ‘pause’ button. She froze for a few seconds…mouth gaping…and eyes twinkling.
I approached her from behind and put my hand on the small of her back while pressing the button again….on…then off, on…the off… She turned to me and asked me how in the hell was she going to be able to order our drinks if I kept doing that. I smiled and just told her how hot she looked while getting a love jolt while trying to order drinks. We stood there, in the middle of a big group of bar patrons…waiting to get our beers. I asked her how her new little ‘treat’ was. She smiled and responded with, “I hope to hell this thing is water proof.”
I moved in close to her and gently slid my hand between her thighs…slowly moving up her skirt. Pressing the button again, I felt the vibration through her hot, wet panties. Keeping the button pressed, I wet my fingers with her sweet, hot juice. After bringing my fingers up to my mouth and licking them clean, I smiled and winked at her and then grabbed her face and kissed her. I could tell that she could taste herself…the way that her tongue wiped mine clean.She looked me in the eyes and said, “I think I’m kind of liking this.”
We grabbed our drinks and made our way through the crowded room and found a little spot near the dart boards where we could put our drinks down and continue people watching, watching dart games and …our little sexual exchange. Off and on, I had been pressing the button…watching her miss a step and stutter a bit. I slid my hand under her skirt once more…this time I felt her juices literally dripping down her upper thighs. I looked down at the floor…expecting to see a small pool of ‘love’…then I caressed every part of her body with my eyes, until we made eye contact.
She just nodded and said, “Oh yeah.” Her hands then started wandering…brushing over the front of my pants…finding me completely hard…she gave me a gentle squeeze. I gave her a little buzz…in return I got a slight stroke. I liked this give and take. We kissed again. Grinding on her…I could feel the vibrating in my groin…oh…this is good.
We hung out there for a little bit…then we started talking to some of the people playing darts. It was obvious to us that they had seen how we were groping one another by the way they were inconspicuously watching every one of our hand movements. We …kind of liked that.
We continued our playfulness…not trying to hide any of it. It seemed to be turning the other couple on a bit and …we liked having that effect on them. The few times that I ‘buzzed’ her while talking with the other couple. I saw Mariah move her hand to her nether region while letting out a slight moan. I knew that the other woman had put two and two together and offered up a slight smile and approving nod to Mariah. After another drink, Mariah and I moved back over to the bar area and squeezed onto two empty bar stools.
This gave me the ‘access’ that I had been wanting. She sat facing me…with her legs slightly spread. I watched as they opened and closed every time I hit my little secret button. We sat, making small talk while I worked one of my hands up her thigh…to her incredibly wet panties. Her thighs clenched around my hand…keeping it in place. Rubbing her in small circles, I felt her rocking back and forth on her stool…pushing herself into my roaming fingers. My hand felt as if I’d been soaking it in hot, sweet massage oil. I slowly pulled my hand back, careful to keep all of her sweetness on my fingers. I began raising my hand, to my mouth when she quickly grabbed me by the wrist and pulled my soaking fingers to her lips. Not caring who was watching, she began licking and sucking on each of my wet fingers.
I was rock hard. I raised my glass, indicated a toast and downed the rest of my beer…she followed in suit. I jumped up from my stool, realizing that both my pants had an obvious bulge in them and she had left an unmistakable wet spot on the stool that she had just jumped off. I led her by the hand to the front door of the bar. Once outside, I pulled her around the corner into the alley. It only took a second for my trained eyes to find a slightly dark spot for us to slide into. ‘Our spot’ was not completely out of sight…but enough for us. Being seen…was a bit exciting.
TO BE CONTINUED…….
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Shoulda Called It MILFy Mamas
So here goes a second attempt.
In our search for new additions to the Hot Mama recipient list, we have found several mommies whose humor, honesty, writing style and MILF-iness has earned them the infamous Hot Mama Award from us over here at Hot Dads. (Also, ManicMariah did mention that she was a bit lonely and that she’d love the company of a few more Hot Mamas.)
So…..without further ado, I’d like to announce that…
Redneck Mommy
Tenakim – MY Therapy
Barefoot Foodie
Jennsylvania
Scary Mommy
…are the newest recipients of this coveted award.
Now, please grab the award icon, place it on your blog,
(You girls MUST behave up there...
We will get you added to our Hot Mama list once you have added our award/link to your blog.
*PLEASE NOTE - this is an ongoing search for the hottest mommy bloggers out there. suggestions should be pointed out to us on a regular basis.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Hot Dads Need Hot Mamas
Who will join ManicMariah on this coveted list?
So far, I’ve gotten suggestions for -
Redneck Mommy
Tenakim – MY Therapy
Marinka – NYC Mom And More
Barefoot Foodie
Loralee’s Looney Tunes
VOTE for your favorite Hot Mommy Blogger and let us Hot Dads do the final selections
If any of you have other suggestions…Please include their blog URL (and maybe a hot picture of them…just kidding...well...)
Feel free to include links to all of your favorites…it can be more than one.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
OCD Sucks !!!!!!
As to not forget any shows…and again letting some OCD seep out, I first made a list (I love lists) of everything that we, as a household, wanted recorded on a regular basis.
35 freakin shows!
And 25 of them are shows primarily for Mariah and I.
What the hell are we thinking? How are we supposed to watch 25 hours of TV a week?
That made me think about it in relation to other things in my weekly schedule…fine…It was an excuse for me to make another list.
Here is what I cam up with…In order:
Sleep – 56 Hours
TV – 25
HoursWriting / computer / work – 25 Hours
Homework help – 10 Hours
Laundry/cooking/household chores – 8 Hours
Carpools – 8 Hours
Sex – 6 Hours
Volunteering at the school – 4.5 Hours
Shopping – 3 Hours
A TOTAL OF 145.5 HOURS!
Being that there are only 168 hours in the week…I have about 22.5 hours unaccounted for. (I know I do other things so I will not stress about ‘losing time’ or anything.)
Now, looking at this list…I know that I need to move SEX MUCH HIGHER in the list, additionally, I am spending roughly 47% of the hours in the week sleeping and watching TV…WTF!? Like I don’t have better things to do.










