The Economy Size was sitting in the front seat of the Jetta yesterday and had the seat warmer on. He told me it felt like he was sitting on a pie.
Way back when, when the full size was less than three months old, I signed up for a mommy and me program. It turned out this program offered parenting classes, parent participation preschool, and even a kindergarten program. I met some of my dearest friends through the program and all three boys went through it.
In preschool the boys had a phenomenal teacher by the name of Miss Cheri. If there was ever a woman born to a task, it is Cheri. She was born to teach preschool, that simple. She has a gift with children like none I have ever seen and every single parent who crosses her path benefits. I once heard a story of Cheri at Disneyland. She was in line in front of a mom and her child. The child was whining about needing to use the bathroom. The mom wasn’t hearing it and told the child that if she didn’t stop whining they were leaving the park and going home. After about ten minutes of this Cheri couldn’t stand it anymore. She turned around, looked at the mom, and said “you know you aren’t going to leave the park, so stop threatening and take her to the bathroom while I hold your place in line.” Problem solved.
Cheri has endless patience with this kids, she told me that when she finds herself bothered by a child’s personality or behavior it makes her want to give more to that child. What a beautiful thought. What a thought to carry throughout life. Cheri’s patience is a huge asset because she stresses children beginning to learn a bit of independence. She always lets them try to do things for themselves and succeed or fail, she is there to cheer them on. One area I have been able to work this into my own parenting is taking responsibility for mistakes. When they spill, I adopt my best, gentlest, quietest Miss Cheri voice and say, it’s alright, just own it and fix it.”
Yesterday I noticed the economy-size walking through the kitchen with a determined look on his face. He climbed up on the counter and pulled down some paper towels. I watched a little longer before asking “What are you doing?” He had spilled a glass of water on the floor. His answer to my question? “I’m owning it and fixing it.”
Thank you Cheri.
Can I write a poem of love?
Not before today.
We spent our lives awaiting each other
Then God showed us the way.
The timing wasn’t perfect
But we knew our love would be
We saw the world we’d inhabit
Glorious, in love, and free
Our world together comes in focus
Through the growth and through the tears
One bird forever we will soar
In all God’s worlds and eternal years.
Timing is God, I know it’s true
We’ll make it through together
For I’m in you and you’re in me
In all God’s world’s forever.
I love you my darling with all that I am
and I know that you love me
In all God’s worlds we will stay
Glorious, in love, and free.
This one however, is more apropos in my world.
I love this video, it makes me smile.
Here is why last Friday was the best day of my entire life. I wrote it Friday evening. It is still a day I will remember forever and the most incredible love I have ever experienced.
It was a beautiful day. I spent a lot of time nervous about how things would turn out. I am so in love, would I be able to show that love in all the ways I wanted to? Would I be able to show you that you are my everything and that I am yours, yours for the rest of our lives and for all of eternity? I have never anticipated an intimate encounter more in my entire life. When I saw your face looking up at me I knew my prayers had been answered and I was there with my one true love. There and ready to show you every bit of myself. All the parts of myself that have been hiding that I didn’t even know were there. This is a day I have been dreaming of for over a year and half, a moment that I saw in my mind so many times. When it finally came it was better than I had ever imagined it could be. It was more beautiful, more intense, more perfect than I had ever dreamed.
The very cool plane picture with the goofy caption came from Upstanding Citizen, Upstanding Citizen is not John aka Ryan. Upstanding Citizen is Fluther’s very own Grisaille.
Batshit insane.
This one really is from John aka Ryan! John aka Ryan, you are a genius!
I am shamelessly stealing this post from Upstanding Citizen aka John aka Ryan. I have chosen to do so because the picture and the caption made me laugh out loud.
With summer fading, I must address some swim wear issues I was exposed to during these past few months. Here are a couple of rules to keep in mind while lounging poolside next year. First, just because you can get them on, doesn’t mean last year’s swim trunks fit. If your trunks are so tight your hind quarters feel like they are encased in fiberglass and the seam in back is invisible because of a permanent wedgie, those trunks no longer fit. Next, don’t be afraid to put on a t-shirt (solid color of course) it will do wonders for covering up that trucker’s tan. It is also important to remember there is no need to limit shaving to your face. Most Sasquatch spotters tend to focus their search on the hilly regions of Oregon and Washington state - there is no need to try to draw them to the local pool. Finally, the neighborhood pool is no place to wear your Converse All Stars. At the very least put on a pair of topsiders, but flip flops or sandals are the preferred footwear when heading to the local water park.
That brings me to Crocs. Crocs are the ugliest footwear know to man (or woman). These things have knocked Birkenstocks off their perch as the silliest looking shoes of all time. I have no idea if these monstrosities are comfortable, but it really doesn’t matter. I hear Howard Hughes found empty Kleenex boxes comfortable, that doesn’t make them appropriate footwear. Crocs are ugly. They are big and bulky and plastic, often they are made uglier because of their color or design - if one should never wear camo pants, why on earth wear camo shoes - slip on plastic ugly shoes no less? All of the Crocs currently in use should be gathered up, melted down, and made in to a giant sculpture of that great patriot and fashion icon, Dennis Hopper.
This is meant to help you fellas, take my advice to heart. In the immortal words of Brad Hamilton, “learn it, know it, live it. Since my arrival here in the cornfield, I have learned that men’s fashion issues are not limited by geography, I saw just as many “I almost nunchucked you” t-shirts on the left coast as I do in the heartland. Men run around with socks and flip flops both places. Poorly tailored suits are as common there as here, so men everywhere need to heed my words. All I’m asking is that give us all a break and you stop and think before leaving the house.
