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Happy Valentine’s Day!

St. Valentine Day (water drops)Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!  I hope you all have a great day!

Today my wife asked me to make a Valentine card for my daughter and slip it into her backpack before she went to school.  Now, I love my daughter, but I wouldn’t have thought to do this.  My wife is my Valentine’s Day sweetheart, or so I had thought.  I looked at her strangely and asked her “Why would I do that?”

She sighed as she realized that, once again, she was going to have to explain something to me because I can be “Romantically Challenged” at times.  Actually it had little to do with my sense of romance or lack thereof.  She pointed out to me that our daughter, at ten years old, is starting to think about and talk to boys with romantic intentions in her heart.   It won’t be long before those boys are at the age where they will be more than willing to respond in kind.

“You either woo your daughter or someone else will.” she said.

Wow!  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  There I sat, still wrapped in my bed sheets, not having tasted my coffee yet this morning, and yet I was faced with my mortality and the eventual development sexually and mentally of my daughter and having to one day give her away to some young man. The only thought I could  muster at the moment was a simple “I pity the fool!”, but since I don’t even remotely resemble B.A. Barrackus, I settled for saying “Oh yeah…I guess you  have a point…”

Now my wife’s not a writer although she loves to read.  She doesn’t even do words well.  If she writes a long letter to a friend it ends up as a four-page paragraph with missing punctuation and questionable grammar.  When she tries to use memes and colloquialisms she usually mixes them up or mangles them somehow.  (She once said she had killed one bird with two stones and once she actually told me I was “putting the horse before the cart”…Yeah…)  Americans have asked her what country she was from after conversing with her for a few minutes because she says things strangely sometimes.

This morning I forgot to make that Valentine’s card until my daughter was getting ready for school.  I can make really artistic cards out of construction paper and Elmer’s glue, but it takes some time to do one.  So there I sat making a card out of a piece of lined notebook paper…  (I couldn’t find any construction paper.  We just moved and I don’t know what box it’s in.)  I looked at her across the room at my daughter and realized how beautiful she is.  I am so glad my wife told me to make this card, but I wish I had more time to put into it.  Here’s what it looks like to the left.

Sad, huh?  Well, inside I told her how much we love her and how proud of her we are and I slipped a dollar’s worth of Honduran money in there for her and told her it was extra snack money.  I know it’s not the best I could have done, but since I forgot until the last-minute it is what it is.  I think she’ll get the point.

I guess my point in talking about this today is that as a father, I hadn’t thought to do that kind of thing for my daughter, but I do think my wife was right.  It’s important to woo our daughters, or our wives, for that matter.   Because if we don’t give them the affection they need, it is all too easy to find it elsewhere.  Hmmm…I just realized where I’m going with this blog post.  Show those you love how important they are to you.  Not only today, but every day.

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Posted by on February 14, 2012 in Valentine's Day

 

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Week #30 of Julia’s 100 Word challenge For Grown Ups

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This week’s prompt is “…it wasn’t my fault…”

The challenge is to complete your entry with 100 words or less, creating a story or verbal image that captures the imagination.  You can enter your own entry at Julia’s 100 Word Challenge For Grownups.

Also, be sure to visit the 100 Word Challenge for schools, where the idea originated.

This is still following my Valentine’s Day theme, albeit in a twisted sort of way.  Enjoy!

Confession

“It wasn’t my fault” she said.

“Who said anything about it being your fault?” said the detective with a sidelong look to his partner.

“He was my boyfriend.”

“Really?  For how long?” said the second detective.

“Almost a year.”

“Was he seeing anyone else?” said the first detective.

“Yes, but he didn’t care about her.  If he had just listened to me none of this would have happened”

“What would you have told him?”

“What does it matter now?”

“What indeed?”

“Should I call a lawyer?”

“We said you were entitled to one.”

“Maybe I should… It wasn’t my fault”

 

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Liebster Blog Award

For Excellent Blogging

Yesterday I was nominated for the Liebster Blog Award by the wonderful Kourtney Heintz.  I’m not sure but I think it has something to do with the German word for love – liebe, and I assume the reason she awarded me this is the Valentine’s Day theme of many of my posts this past week.  Thank you so much Kourtney!  I appreciate it!  As soon I figure out how to pass this on and to whom it should be passed on to, I will do so with honor.

Update February 8, 2012:  Okay, I have found more information on the award from Colline’s Blog

What is the Liebster Blog Award exactly? Leibster is a German word meaning dearest. However, in the context of blog writing, it can also mean favourite. The award is given to bloggers who have less than 200 followers in acknowledgement of the good articles and posts they have written. In presenting a fellow blogger with the reward, the nominee is encouraging him/her to continue creating interesting and inspiring posts.

The rules fo receiving the Liebster Blog Award are as follows:

  1. Thank the fellow blogger who nominated you. (Thank you once again Kourtney)
  2. Link back to the person who awarded you.
  3. List five blogs that have affected your writing in a positive manner.
  4. Leave comments on those blogs to let them know of the nominations.
  5. Post the award on your blog.

My Nominees for the Liebster Blog Award


Tiffany at Details in the Fabric..

Sajib at AIS Journal

Gilly Gee at Lucid Gypsy (But she already has one)

Angeline at Angelinem’s Blog

Technospunky Blah Blah Blogging Around The Internet

Laura at The Right Mood

Nick at Mad Hatter Miscellany

 
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Posted by on February 8, 2012 in Authors, Awards, Blogs, Valentine's Day

 

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The Most Romantic Thing My Wife Has Ever Done For Me

Today I was reading Bah – Bam!  My Musings, one of the blogs I follow,  and the author is celebrating her birthday, the release of her new book and her up-coming wedding by challenging those who read her blog to write about the most romantic thing their girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse has ever done for them.  There is no word limit and the only other person to step up at the time did so in the comments section.  Well, I have my own blog and I like to share everything I write in here, so I decided I’ll post the link to this post in her comments section and kill two birds with one stone.

The Most Romantic Thing My Wife Has Ever Done For Me

A few years back on my birthday, my wife took me out to dinner and I didn’t expect anything more than that.  We went to dinner at a local hotel that is pretty much the nicest hotel in town.  Keep in mind that doesn’t say much, because not only do we live in Honduras, but we also live in the back-woodsy-est part of Honduras you could imagine.  This place is the original Margarita-ville without the blenders or the ice to make a margarita.

Our landlord, who was an American that used to live here and had since moved back to the states, got married and become a missionary also, was here again on a short visit.  While we were waiting to order, we saw him and his wife walk by and hailed them and they joined us for my birthday supper.  It was a nice time and we all had fun talking, but about midway through dinner Tom’s wife handed Katrina the key to a hotel room and said they had left some gifts in their room for us to take to the children’s home my wife manages.  She asked if we would go up there and collect  them before leaving since they were going to visit some friends as soon as they had eaten.  I thought how kind it was of them to get gifts for the children’s home and we all finished our meals.

Of course, because we never have peace and quiet at home, we wanted to go sit by the pool after dinner, so when Tom and his wife left we relocated poolside and sat there while we just enjoyed each other’s company.  It was very nice to just be alone with each other.  I had almost forgotten about the gifts upstairs and was ready to leave when Katrina asked me to go with her to help carry them.  When we arrived at the room she handed me the key to open the door and I did so.  Much to my astonishment the room was done up like a Valentine’s Day Suite at a Vegas hotel.  There were red balloons and red candles everywhere and the bed, which was made up with a pure white bedspread, was virtually covered in red rose petals.  Now I’m a six-foot four-inch tall, 280 pound man and I tend to be insensitive about romance, but this touched me to the core.

Needless to say the situation got very  “kissy and huggy” very quickly and just when I was about to invite my sweet wife to turn in for the night we heard the little pitter-patter of feet and there was a knock on the door.  I grunted and complained and finally went  to answer it after the third time they knocked.  Upon opening the door this time I was surprised yet again.  It was our kids!  (All six of them.  Our four and the two Indian kids that also lived with us at the time.)

Happy Birthday!” they yelled.

I smiled and pretended I was happy they were there and looked questioningly at my wife who smiled back at me.  She was actually chuckling.  My eyes narrowed to a squint and I asked her if she had told them to come.

“Of course I did, you nincompoop!” she said,”You wouldn’t want to celebrate your birthday without your whole family here would you?”

We took the kids to the pool where they had a cake and sodas already set up.  They gave me their gifts and we enjoyed their company for another hour or so.  The kids enjoyed themselves and I must say it was nice to play with them, and then it was time for them to go home and go to bed, which we all knew they were NOT going to do since the youngest was eight and the oldest was fifteen, but that’s what we told them.  We sent them on their way and returned to the room for happy hour.

My wife is a very special lady and she’s always trying to do things to add romance to our marriage.  I’m such a clod that I usually mess them up somehow, but that was one I didn’t manage to mess up.

 
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Posted by on February 6, 2012 in Challenges, Valentine's Day, Writing

 

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Pulling Petals

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I wrote this a month ago while watching the new, cinema production of  Jayne Eyre.  I guess it should be devoted to all the Valentine’s Day lovers in the blogosphere, but in my heart I can only think of one; my dear wife Katrina.

Pulling Petals

He loves me?

He loves me not?

What equitable worth might this faerie thaumaturgy bestow?

For how could it answer that she should select from the randomness of a walk through a beflowered dale, a blossom endowed with its petals as such that they are enumerated evenly or oddly, just so?  What oracle, be it sylvan or nether, could venture to tread before this love stricken soul, rapturing away any spare petals, that the bloom she doth pluck might infallibly portend the romantic success or abject failure fated for said maiden?

He loves me not?

Never say it, dear!

Can she not see?  Or perhaps she possesses not a looking-glass; but surely a momentary reflection from a pool would be sufficient; that she is much more highly endowed with beauty, fairer even than the flowers that she so freely maims in her search for an answer.  Were she to but meet head on the gaze of the young brute she so adores, she would find the reply to her inquiries glaring, no, screaming back at her.

He loves you dear lady.

How could he not?

 
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Posted by on February 4, 2012 in Authors, Flash Fiction, Inspiration, Poetry, Writing

 

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