The Story of Rock Star Dad
I get asked a lot of questions. “How do you bake bacon?” “Where is the best place to eat burgers?” Where do you like to eat?” But the one question I am asked the most is, “What do you do for a living?” My answer, “I’m a food blogger.” Which is usually greeted with, “Oh…”
The look on people’s faces is the same. Brow furrowed, eyes in a half squint and head nodding. All this leads to the inevitable question, “How do you get paid?” If I know the person, of like the person, I tell them about it. If I don’t, I usually give the answer like, “Well, it doesn’t pay a lot of money, but the hookers and blow make up for it.” Then I excuse myself.
If they stick around, then I am inevitably asked, “What is Rock Star Dad?” To that I reply, with all honesty, “I really don’t know.”
Despite the success, despite the fame and despite the hookers and blow, I have no idea what RSD is. I am part foodie and all daddy. Rock Star Dad is an ever morphing party of food and debauchery. While every other food blog is a crisp clean site of foodie bliss, with pictures of perfectly placed food and clean kitchens, my site is dark and dingy, with dirty dishes and the occasional botched meal. While other foodies like to talk about eating healthy and fresh, Rock Star Dad loves to support the greasy fast food joints, caffeine inducing coffee shops, sugary butter filled bakeries and frozen custard shops of Columbia.
I am the misfit foodie. I am rude, crude and socially unacceptable…just ask the Groupie Wife. But I am a helluva dad.
I came up with the name Rock Star Dad off the cuff. In fact, at the time, I had no intentions of ever becoming a food blogger. I posted on Facebook one day, “I want to be a Rock Star to my kids.” I love being the center of the universe for my roadies. I take fatherhood seriously. So many kids today don’t have fathers. They have sperm donors. Some kids never get to know their dads, even when they are in the same house. I never want to be that dad. But I digress.
There are going to be some changes, my writing is going to start focusing more on fatherhood. I have so many stories to tell; some funny some serious. I’ll probably tell you about the first time I changed a diaper, poops in the tub and the silliness of my kids, and how to rock out a minivan. I will also tell you about my insecurities, how I hate being fat and my battle with depression. Rock Star Dad is my outlet to be me. I like to drink and cuss, I like to think that women adore me and men want to be me. I am loud and dirty. What you see is what you get.
“Love me for who I am, or leave me for who I’m not.”
So if you are new here, you know a little more about me. Stick around, the party is just getting started.
Fatherhood. There is no bigger stage for a man to take.