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    Well, today was probably the manliest Dad-thing I’ve managed to accomplish since the creation of my son. And coincidentally, both things involved the spreading of seed.

    For months now, the lawn in our backyard has been dying a slow and agonising death, much like the Hollywood career of Lindsay Lohan. But unlike “Lilo”, there’s a pretty good chance of recovery if I’ve done my homework, properly.

    After spending the day gittin’ down’n dirty with ma hoes (yo), I got all up in my backyard’s face, woz all over dat sh*t and got to the biznez of whipin’ that lawnz ass, foshizzel.

    In other words, I dug up the yard, fertilised the ground, chucked a bit of topsoil around the place and sprinkled in the new lawn seed. Nothing makes a dad feel more like a real man, than using the word “topsoil” in any given context. And I wear the blister on my thumb, like a stinging badge of honor.

    So, now I’m keeping my blistered fingers crossed that I’ve done enough to get the lawn bowl rolling. Now it’s up to the universe. With regular watering, hopefully, in a few weeks time, Indy will have a luxurious lawn to run his crawling fingers through, as opposed to the sparse ghastly comb over of a yard we had previously.

    Can you dig it?

    I know that you can.

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7 Responses to Spreading My Seed

  • daddownunder wrote on April 4, 2013 at 9:11 // Reply

    I am so glad this turned out to be about lawn seed : )

    • 40YrOldDad wrote on April 4, 2013 at 9:25 // Reply

      Well, it is a family show after all 😉

  • Ma wrote on April 5, 2013 at 2:26 // Reply

    I hope u did your homework on what kind of grass to plant & it’s such a small area u could buy one of those non electric or non fuel mowers, the kind Nana & PaPa used before
    the usual kind, save yourself a bob or two not having to pay someone else to mow it 🙂

    • 40YrOldDad wrote on April 5, 2013 at 5:48 // Reply

      I think it’s Mexican grass? The name on the box is spelled M-A-R-I-J-U-A-N-A. I must have overdone it while I was planting it, I was a little light headed, but sure worked up an appetite afterwards. Had the munchies, something chronic. :p

  • mike cbay / YDad (@mikecbay) wrote on April 7, 2013 at 2:12 // Reply

    heck yeah, i dig it. gettin down on your hands and knees with the hoes yo; you’re the man (of the house) fo sho. Great post!

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