It's Hard Being A Mummy Blogger When You Are A Man

It has been drawn to my attention that I may have to rethink the subject matter of my blog and change my writing style.

In the past when I was bored and looking for new blogs to read I would on occasion hit the blogger's 'next blog' link. All too often if I did that from my own blog I would be taken to another blog written in a language that I had no understanding of.

Which in a way was kind of ironic in that all too often people in Salt Lake City don't have a clue what I am saying, and for all I know my blog readers could be having the same trouble. As ironic as it may have been my ignorance of languages, especially those of the asian variety, meant that hitting the 'next blog' link rarely resulted in me finding anything interesting to read by clicking on that link.

So when I read that Blogger people had reprogrammed that link so that you would be taken to a blog resembling the one that you are reading I was curious to see where the link might take me if it started of at nowriterjustanoverthinker. I was of course hoping it might take me to a blog that was funny, intelligent, amusing, interesting. Well a man can have an ego too!

I was slightly disturbed to find that on 3 out of 3 occasions the 'next blog' button took me to mommy/mummy type blogs. Now don't get me wrong I have nothing against mommy/mummy blogs. I just never considered my blog to be one of them. I know I might occasionally wear an item of clothing that some people might consider resembles a skirt, but that does not make me a mummy.

Anyway I might need to write about my wife and children less and instead talk manly things like sport, sheds and automobiles. Any other suggestions are of course welcome.

Dungeons & Dragons & Virgin Mary's

Ava Maria, as seen in Downtown, Salt Lake City.

When my wife said "Don't you think I look a little like her?", I would have loved to have said "Yes, of course you do dear." But for some reason I was struggling with the concept of seeing my wife as the virgin mary.

My beautiful wife, can occasionally have a beautiful ego to match however I can't help thinking that she doesn't quite look at me in the same manner. On the same day as seeing the Ava Maria she probably looked at this and thought 'Ah, my Scotsman!'

And sadly not just for my morning breath.