Monthly Archives: January 2014
Hahaha! I remember these years.
You are a wonderful father and husband. I thank Fate everyday that we crossed paths and managed to scare each other into getting married. You do the grocery shopping (usually with the kids!), help with bedtime, cook dinner at least two nights a week, and are home for dinner almost every night. You are a dream! How did I get so lucky?
But, there are some phrases you should just stop saying. Every time I hear them, I contemplate a one-way ticket to Tahiti…for me. Alone. All by myself. For starters, here are five things you should never say to the mother of your children:
1. “I need a couple of minutes to go to the bathroom.” Almost without fail you come home, say hello, kiss me on the cheek, get the kids riled up with excitement to see their daddy and then excuse yourself to go to…
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Out loud laughter! What a wonderful, glorious way to start my day!!!
Tearing people down never builds anyone up. I was reminded of this when reading that Rolling Stone magazine had just put Pope Francis on its cover and featured a 7,000-word article about him. (Maybe the Dalai Lama will be next!) But unfortunately, in praising Francis’s impact on the Church and the world, the article lit into his predecessor, Benedict, in a manner that could only be called mean, comparing him to Freddy Krueger, the murderous monster in the “Nightmare on Elm Street” horror movies, and saying that he was enough to give teens nightmares.
Poor Pope Francis! Imagine him cringing in his guest-house room, thinking about how those words must be hurting his frail, ailing predecessor. Thinking about how he was somehow the cause of this pain, since by trying to do good, and through no fault of his, he had inadvertently brought ridicule on an already suffering man. I’ll…
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