I’m a dad. A plain old dad. Not an enlightened new age parent, not a “Mr. Mom” and most definitely not in touch with my feminine side. Just a father of a 5-year-old son, trying my best to be a kick ass dad. What’s a kick ass dad? I don’t know. I figure it out as I go along, and as with any endeavor of this magnitude, it deserves to be documented.

I was born and raised in Boston, MA, but currently reside on the outskirts of Los Angeles. When I started my blog, I was commuting 4 hours a day, hence the "BusyDad" handle. I'm now hoping to get busy again after a layoff. Time will tell... but I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason.

So who’s keeping us all alive while I hunt the elusive Woolly Mammoth with my trusty loincloth and spear? d Wife of course. She works full time, but somehow also manages to keep us all in line, alive and spotlessly clean. Like the pizza to my beer or the cigar to my whisky, she makes this household greater than merely the sum of its parts, which also includes Krypto the super dog and BJ the loving little yapping fur ball.

A couple of vestiges of my past life have managed to stick with me in a valiant effort to maintain some semblance of a cool guy/alpha male outside of my persona as a family man. I train in Muay Thai (Thai kickboxing) and play guitar (although I’m no good yet). I wish I had a Harley, but I promised myself that if I did not have one by the time I had a kid, I would wait until he was 18 so he wouldn’t have to be raised on life insurance benefits. That, and my wife won’t let me...

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