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Today we had a campfire. We flipped through an old campfire cook book to see what they looked like and then the kids piled in the red wagon. We went to the oak woods on the back lot. My daughter loved watching everything and my son went around grabbing every stick in sight and lightly put it on the fire, just like I taught him. We learned about fire safety, how to put sticks on the fire and how to identify brown and dry sticks that would be good to burn. We would have roasted marshmallows but we had a tantrum earlier so we lost our "special treat". There was lots of poison ivy but that will be a lesson for another day, I am hoping we made it out ok. We also found 3 frogs under a log and got to hold one. That was a big hit.

A dad is not the same as a father, be a father.

https://www.mayoclinic.org/healthy-lifestyle/adult-health/in-depth/tattoos-and-piercings/art-20045067

Search it yourself, it’s a dumb idea. There is no good reason to get a tattoo, unless you’re a war hero and want to honor the fallen, or show your camaraderie, other than that it’s just vulgar and crass.

I advise against it. Unless you’re a sailor, you already did something incredibly stupid and signed on to sail, why not make it stupider.

I had a second hand tool box sitting around- old red metal style and we filled it up with some pliers, screwdrivers, a small rubber hammer, a few wall anchors, and other knick knacks. He was real happy.

2 days ago we assembled a hand turned shaving brush I bought for him off etsy - we mixed up the epoxy and installed a boar knot. Naturally, he won't be using the brush for a few years(he is only 3) but I try to pick up some life tools that he can have when he gets older. Already has most of a shaving kit, and some decent name brand tools, most of which are better than the second hand stuff I use. As he gets older I will get him a few skillets, and a solid firearm - I'd say like a 1911 or Beretta 92 but it will probably be a more modernized version of something like that.

I am doing the same thing for may daughter with gifting and I will get her a KitchenAid mixer and pans and such. My parents got me plastic junk that broke. My kids have plenty of that crap around so I try to buy gifts that will last a lifetime or close to it.

If you are reading this, go be a good dad this weekend.

So we got in the garage today and put together some fence to keep the rabbits out of the garden, and we also started on the firestarters for next winter. I have some old candles that will go in an old crock pot and then we will dip some cardboard, sawdust, cedar, and dryer lint. When it dries, we will have some nice firestarters. But of course, the candles will melt faster if we smashed them first which is what we did. We used "big" hammers (ball-peen) and it was great fun. The boy loved it. We will get out the crockpot at a later date. There was one haunnakka candle from the thrift shop and it had an empty center. I laughed out loud.

One day, I will hear "look what I found!!!" For the last time.

It was great. He got a burger with fries. I had a hot chicken sandwich and slaw.
I remember my grandfather and dad taking me out when I was the same age. Grandpa would get a michelob and put some salt on top. We went to the the local VFW and all the oldtimers would say I looked good and my grandfather looked like shit.

What is going on? Everywhere I look people are so incredibly feminised. The church, the schools, the public, public and private corporations... women, women, niggers, and women. Where are the strong men.. on the shop floors, with their local nigger bitch giving them orders.

I think my local gun range is the ONLY place I can find actual men.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

So from the other poll, around 50% of goats have seriously considered or attempted suicide. This is unacceptable and I feel like we are failing the men and boys in our lives. What is the solution or what should we be thinking about as men?

Scouts? Clubs? Bowling leagues? I know even having a father in the household is a huge step forward.