Growing up in New York City, one learns very quickly that unless you are a very large and muscular man, creativity and wit are great weapons to have at one's side. A snappy comeback, some witty repartee or a little harmless banter can go a long way towards self-preservation. In places like New York City, it's safe to say that talking smack has been elevated to an art form. And nobody does it better than city folk. Here in NYC, talking smack is not a means of insulting other people. It's done solely for entertainment. Quite often, it's done as a sign of respect.
I bring this up because it seems some of you took my self-pimping in the previous post a little too seriously. C'mon, people. Lighten up! Get a sense of humor! Loosen up the belt and get your panties out of a bunch! As I've mentioned before, I love all the other Daddy blogs. I don't think I even need to mention again that Jay of ZeroBoss fame is my guru and Daddy blog idol. And as for Laid-Off Dad, I check his site 10 times a day and often leave comments commending his genius. Truly, he and his son have provided me with many hours of entertainment.
In all seriousness, my therapist says that my desire to win this award stems from the abandonment issues of my childhood. I know I don't talk about my childhood much but I was born in a very small Southern town. Raised in extreme poverty, I eventually lost my sight but was able to teach myself braille. I learned to play a few instruments, had some local success and eventually worked my way up to New York.
Oh wait...I take it back. That wasn't me. That was Ray Charles. Sorry! I always get the two of us confused. My therapist is working on that too!
Anyway, people. As I learned a long time ago, my humor isn't for everyone. But I've also learned that having a good sense of humor comes in handy when you become a parent. Patience may be a virtue...but laughter can be a lifesaver. So, I'm sorry if you don't dig MY humor. Feel free to shut the door on your way out. Thanks for stopping by.