Archive for the ‘Men’ category

It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

June 29, 2011

This weeks installment is so incredibly simple yet such a strong statement that it can all be said in a few lines:

Skinny Jeans DO NOT belong on men. NO MAN, no matter how attractive, looks good in skinny jeans. It’s gotta go.

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Dad’s That Rock

June 19, 2011

I’ve think I’ve pretty much proven that my dad is the best. So instead of telling you more stories of his awesomeness, I’ll simply state that I have an amazing father who rocks, and he is truly an inspiration to me.

Let’s not forget about my wonderful husband, Greg. Our children are very lucky to have such a devoted, engaged and invested dad. For him, family comes first, and I feel very blessed to be married to a man who is so involved with his kiddos.

Here’s a shout out to all of the dads out there… Happy Father’s Day!

Happy Pops Day

June 20, 2010

Trying to define or encompass all that a father is is no easy task. But I like this saying:

a father is someone that holds your hand at the fair
makes sure you do what your mother says
holds back your hair when you are sick
brushes that hair when it is tangled because mother is too busy
lets you eat ice cream for breakfast
but only when mother is away
he walks you down the aisle
and tells you everything is gonna be ok

I am grateful to have been raised by such an amazing man. One who taught me right from wrong, but one who wasn’t afraid to totally get nuts to a Whitney Houston album. To me, my father represents all things that are nobel, honest, generous, moral and good. And he is all these things AND has a great sense of humor, is funny and playful, and is a total sucker for those lucky people he loves. I know I’ve said it before, and I’ll probably say it again, but my dad is the best. He really is.

I am also very thankful to have married a man who truly puts his family first. Even before I was in the picture he was there, every night, coming home to two girls, getting them dinner, playing with them, reading stories and giving goodnight kisses, and often doing this alone. Our children are lucky to have such a wonderful man as a dad (& 2nd dad 🙂 ).

This next quote is by an author/story-teller that I was very familiar with growing up, thanks to my dad. It’s so appropriate for BOTH men in my life:

“The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, ‘Daddy, I need to ask you something,’ he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan.” – Garrison Keillor

Happy Father’s Day Dad & Greg. Thank you for all that you’ve done and do. I love you!

Happy Fathers Day

June 21, 2009

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The MOST difficult thing when looking for love after a divorce is finding someone who is the kind of father that you believe your kids deserve. That’s a pretty tall order. I completely lucked out to have found one of the most patient, fun, and involved dad’s around. Thanks for being such a wonderful husband and father to both our children. I love you!

And to my dad, thank you for always being there for me. Thanks for being my wrestling partner as well as the best cuddler around. You are an amazing father and a great friend!

To all of the other fathers out there, have a delightful Fathers Day!

All That You Wanted To Know And More

January 5, 2009

Here’s what’s happening hot stuff:

  • 3904 different “opinions” ranging from a bone spur to some weird vein problem which would surely result in immanent death. ACTUAL doctors diagnosis: Ganglion Cyst. I sure hope I can get those handicapped plates I’ve been lobbying for. And does this mean I get to collect disability?
  • I’m sick again. If there were a baby here, I’d totally punch it. The kids will have to do.
  • An almost E.R. visit for one of the kiddies last night. I held off because I was cheap, tired, and enjoy a good gamble.
  • Moving is stupid. 12% of me wishes my house would burn down so that I don’t have to pack up all of this crap. Because I’m sure that dealing with a house fire would be SO much easier than moving.
  • I’m getting married in less than 2 weeks. Holy crap and Woo Hoo!!!
  • Breathing through my mouth all night does NOT do wonders for the lusciousness of my lips.
  • I’m pretty much an expert on Guitar Hero. I ROCK!
  • The Utes rock only slightly less than I do.

A Welcomed Change

December 24, 2008

Children are nestled, not yet asleep in their beds. The house is clean. I’ve made the dough for the cinnamon rolls in preparation for the big Christmas morning breakfast. All gifts are wrapped. So before I watch a movie, which will be followed by my Santa duties, I would be remiss if I didn’t say SOMETHING about Christmas and crap like that.

About six weeks ago I was reading over some old holiday-time posts of mine. I expected and fully planned on having the same or similar sentiments this year: “All I know is that tonight my bed feels too big without someone else in it”.

While I will be having some one-on-one time with my ever loving, always awesome bed, things are much different than my 2007 Christmas Eve. At some point I will go into the gory details about my love life, but generally speaking, I’ve met an amazing man who makes me question my previous beliefs about soul mates (that there is no such thing). OK, I may not go that far, but it feels like I was born to kiss this man for the rest of my life. Damn it, if that ain’t romantic, I don’t know what is.

I guess what I’m feeling right now, more than anything else, is gratitude. Or maybe it’s lucky. All I know is that this feels like I imagined it should, but never thought it really would. While it is not without it’s challenges and stresses, it is so totally worth it.

I will be spending the night alone (sans children). But I was able to spend some time with the “man”, along with our collective offspring. We had a nice, child friendly dinner followed by some really bad Wii playing. Tonight more than ever I didn’t want him to go home. But unlike last year, I can with much certainty say that this will be the last night I play Santa by myself. And that my solo bed dates are numbered.

Never Happier To Be An Idiot

December 17, 2008

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*Warning: You may need to grab the nearest trash can or garbage bag to catch and contain the vomit from the cheese that this post might induce.

Occasionally I’ll be watching a movie and I’ll hear a line that really resonates with me.

When I saw the movie Never Been Kissed (which, let me clarify, was not the best movie ever, but that’s besides the point), Drew Barrymore’s character said something that I’ll never forget. It was something that perfectly captured what I wanted, but never had:

You know, that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy. And the only thing in focus is you and that person. And you realize that that person is the only person that you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life. And for one moment you get this gift. And you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it will go away all at the same time.

I remember when I heard this line how much I longed to experience this feeling. Don’t get me wrong… I loved my husband. I don’t want to discount the relationships I’ve had or say that the love wasn’t real. But there was never that absolute knowing it was right or a burning “I was born to love you” moment with him. Or with anyone. I came to believe that those kinds of feelings are what movies are made of, but not exactly realistic.

I am happy (more than I can ever express in words) to report that I was wrong.