I haven’t given New Years a thought, let alone a resolution. Between the whirlwind of destruction my toddlers cause and preparation for a newborn most days I am unsure of the month let alone the day. I guess a good resolution would be to start paying attention to the dates more, so I don’t forget how much closer to wrinkles and grays I am.
Man what a cop out huh? Fine! I’ll give it a go. I am resolute not to fake interest in a gym membership, pretend I won’t eat that burger and I certainly won’t post a new year new me status. No, none of the clichés! If I’m gonna pledge to do something for the new year it will be some sort of bucket list type scenario. I need something that will pump me up. I need something that will pump those around me up!
This New Years I guess it’s time. Time to pull out the old hairbrush. The one I hide in the shower. This New Years, 2015, the year Punk Rock Papa goes Punk Rock Rappa.
I’m ready to join the echelons of beat murderers and tongue twisters. 2015 will be the year of the dad rap. I’ll call my style parent flow. Ahh I can see it now! Kids in the background bobbing heads in unison. Move aside Barney, you’ve been dethroned! I’m reclaiming my spot at the top of the cool charts, right up there with Old McDonald’s Farm and that woman always coming round the mountain.
An abridged version of this resolution was featured over at DQM. You should check out some of the other bloggers who participated. Hilarity may ensue.
What’s your New Years resolution? What’s the over under on you sticking with it?