Manliness ( a help for Women to Understand Men)

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What is the first thing that comes to mind when you think of Manliness?  

• Eating lots of meat!
• Chest Hair!
• Guns!
• Pirates!
• Hitting things with Axes! (not the body spray! Is the title of this post 'boy-ness'?! NO! Men don't use body spray!)
• Muscles! 
• Burping!
• Big Beards!(the blog title might let you know where I stand on this issue)
• Beer!
• Whiskey! Women! and hunting Waskily Wabbits!
• Ending everything in an exclamation point!!!!!

If you guessed any of the previous, I would say that you are darn close, but no cigar.  Well, have a cigar anyways, this a manly post.  Why are you close?  Most dudes know what I am about to unveil, however, Since the majority of all bloggers and blog readers are females, I'll let you in on a little fact...

Teddy Roosevelt was a dad gum MAN!

  Deep down in the core of every single male from age Nine to Ninety is a question:  Am I man enough?

Every man worth his mustard asks himself "Am I macho? Do I have the stuff?  Am I tough and awesome, etc. etc." Men want, love, crave, expect, dream, and need to feel MANLY.  Thats why we seek all the things I listed before.  I once heard a wise man say, "If you are not part of the cure, then you are part of the problem." That quote has nothing to do with this post... 

However, I also heard a wise man say, "All men want a cause to fight for, a battle to test him, a villain to conquer, and a woman to win." 

King Leonidas did not sing Opera

He might have something there... 

With this question of all questions in mind, here are some logical results I believe to be true:  

• All men have thought or think about joining the military and fighting.  While they may not consider 'joining up', all men have wondered what the taste of battle really is like.
• Men revel in experiences that contain the idea of being a hero and beating a rival, thus Men's attraction to sports and video games.  I am not encouraging the playing of video games, just explaining some reasons for them.  It allows men to succeed in an safe-adventure, if there is such a thing...
• Men love being in the wild, if only for a few days or hours.  Camping, Hiking, and the like, test men's abilities.  The idea of Man vs. the wild is exhilarating.  

If you are a woman, especially a single mother, hopefully this brief incite will help you make sure your man (or little man) grows & blossoms... 'blossoms' is a sissy word...  how about, violently flexes into manhood!  

Check out these great resources to grow in Manliness!

Check out this site!

Get and Read this book!

Read about these awesome Men from the past! (language warning!)

Seeking these pursuits can be healthy, and dad gummit just be the way God made you!  However,  seek the roaming adventures with caution.  I do believe my friend Dr. Service said it best in the following poem...

The Men Who Don't Fit In 

by Robert W. Service

There's a race of men that don't fit in,

 A race that can't stay still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin,

 And they roam the world at will.

They range the field and they rove the flood,

 And they climb the mountain's crest;

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,

 And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;

 They are strong and brave and true;

But they're always tired of the things that are,

 And they want the strange and new.

They say: "Could I find my proper groove,

 What a deep mark I would make!"

So they chop and change, and each fresh move

 Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs

 With a brilliant, fitful pace,

It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones

 Who win in the lifelong race.

And each forgets that his youth has fled,

 Forgets that his prime is past,

Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,

 In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance; 

 He has just done things by half.

Life's been a jolly good joke on him,

 And now is the time to laugh.

Ha, ha!  He is one of the Legion Lost;

 He was never meant to win;

He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone; 

 He's a man who won't fit in.

My first Poem

Well, I have a blog, as you can tell. 

For my ceremonial first post I have decided to share my first grand poem with you.  What kind of Poem? 

You know those ones where emotion and deep intellect just ooze from the lines and you feel so sophisticated and enlightened by reading? Yeah, this is not like those.  In fact, I am not the biggest fan that style.  I like the poetry like that of my favorite author: Dr. Seuss.  His simple and fancy free style just brings me joy, as now just as much as I was a child.  In fact, the first book I read in my life was Hop on Pop.  What a classic...

One of the things that I enjoy doing on my job is writing poetry in my head while I am driving.  I will explain my job later...

I expect that I shall post several poems on this blog as a creative outlet, so LOOK OUT!  

With out further ado, here is Bazoo... 

BaZoo!

a poem by Nathaniel Allen

There once was a town with no name, that was noble and true

Till one afternoon came a man, a man named BaZoo

"Now who was this BaZoo?" this inquiry asks you?

He was a wonderer, a bard, who played the kazoo!

He came to the town with good intentions, you see

Just to play his kazoo and sing merrily

But this instrument of hum was not all he carried

But a very large bag of ripe Queen Anne cherries

BaZoo was a fruit-man, took some where ever he go

Fruit was his favorite thing, but little did he know

Up in the mountains of this rocky top town

Fruit was undiscovered and not to be found

BaZoo'd never been there, on this bright sunny day

But he was off to the town square and started to play

A jolly old tune for the entire town to enjoy

And every family was there, every man, woman, and boy

So the Rocky top village heard for hours on end

The ballads of BaZoo, their new kazoo playing friend

And just as the very last hymn was to be hummed

Into the scene popped a cherry, and you'll never guess where from:

Out of BaZoo's pocket and onto the ground

In front of the families, in front of the town

Then there was just a moment of silence, of wonder and awe

The town just looked, they starred, and they saw

The fruitiest red thing they ever did see

 And they gawked at the Cherry with excitement and glee

But the moment of silence and still didn't last for the town,

For every last man, child, and grandma had dived on the ground

They pushed and they foughted and prodded and prudded

But this shiny last cherry, to the town, it had alluded

"I found it!"

 "Its mine!"

 Did each citizen confess

As each searched very frantic in the tangled up mess

When each person was caught, and could not move-around

BaZoo lifted his foot and stamped on the ground

With shock and a gasp, the town looked under his boot

And there, smashed to pieces, was the once shiny red fruit

Enraged, no longer caught, the town knew what to do

They grabbed him and hurt him and broke his kazoo

Exiled from there, BaZoo held his head in shame

Never to return to the town with no name

Months later, feeling betrayed the town never did see

Where the smashed fruit once was now grew a great tree

Not just any tree grew in that very furrow

But the biggest Queen Anne cherry tree that every did grow!

Realizing what they'd done, the town filled with guilt and with shame

But everyone wanted to make it right, everyone in the town with no name

So this once cherry-less town knew just what to do

In memory and in honor they named their town BaZoo!