Entries categorized as ‘darling husband’
Oh that sweet hubs of mine!
Bill met up with Holly’s Ben, our (young) friend, Brandon and Ben’s dad completed the foursome for a day of fun, golf, beer and some golf. How’d they do? Um, well, let’s just say the guys were about evenly matched which probably made for a great day out on the links. I mean it wouldn’t be much fun if they were playing with someone like Tiger Woods or some schmo who really sucks and can’t get the ball past the first tee.
After a day of male bonding, they said bye to Ben’s dad and Bill brought the young ones home with more beer and proceeded to instruct them on the fine art of foreplay…the kind of foreplay any busy, exhausted wife and mother would really appreciate. He made a delicious dinner and then, with the boys help, cleaned up the kitchen.
To the ladies in these young men’s lives we say, you’re welcome!
Categories: darling husband · romance
July 20, 1969, little Billy Scarborough had the misfortune of getting his hand slammed in the car door by one of his birthday party guests while leaving Farrel’s, “the most awesome place ever to have a birthday party when you are six.” Needless to say it wasn’t a very happy birthday for him after that happened. Oh yeah, a couple of guys landed on the moon for the very first time that day too.
Today is my darling husband’s forty-sixth birthday and he is celebrating it any way he wants to which includes a bit of playing on the computer, a little bit of social networking on Facebook, a little bit of working out at the gym (he has lost 15 pounds since he accepted my anniversary gift of a gym membership!), a little bit of riding around on his motorcycle, some Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince with the family and some pizza and video games with the family…no hands being slammed in the car door planned and no men walking on the moon either.
Happy birthday, Bill! Love you!
Categories: birthdays · darling husband · in the news
Boys! Stop playing with your light sabres on the hotel bed!
Categories: Daniel · darling husband · father-son moments · juggling away from home
Um, sorry, but there wasn’t one. If you haven’t noticed by now I was in Chicago at the time which means I did earn the epic wife Fail this year.
What kind of wife is out of town when she should be celebrating Father’s Day with the father of her five children? The same woman who is out of town for her youngest daughter’s end of the year dance recital. Yes, the same child who has just barely recovered from menigococcal meningitis. That’s right, not only is this an epic wife fail but also motherhood fail…damn, I’m good at these!
But being the amazing husband and father that he is, Bill forgave the confused, perimenopausal lapse in intelligence and ability to read a simple calendar that has the words “FATHER’S DAY” in caps on June 21 when she books the travel and pays the fees to attend a neonatal conference with his blessing. I could try to fix some blame to him for not remembering what weekend was Jodie’s dance recital/Father’s Day when I discussed/asked him if he was okay if I attended this conference the weekend after Father’s Day. I could also try to blame it on the fact that Mother’s Day is always the second Sunday in May so wouldn’t it follow that Father’s Day is the second Sunday in June? But that really is a lame excuse. Face it, I blew it…epic Wife and Motherhood FAIL! But that is one of too many reasons to count why Bill is such an awesome husband and father. He assured me that it was okay and to get on that plane, go to Chicago, go to that conference and don’t come back until I have learned something. Just add that to that huge, thick volume that is the list of what makes him a really great guy and why it is hard sometimes for me to bitch about him when I am royally (and sometimes justifiably) pissed at him.
He is absolutely a great, fun guy and devoted friend, a long-suffering, patient and darling husband and an amazing father whom all my five of my children and grandchild can look up to and depend upon. If you are his friend, his child, grandchild or if you were as lucky as me to be his wife then you are truly, truly blessed and should count your lucky stars that he is the man in your life that he is….I do, really, I do!
Thank you, darling!
Categories: darling husband · holidays
Still here. Still resting and recuperating as the doctor ordered. He was right about that one. It is easier now that Jodie is home. She and I both enjoy naps and early bedtimes and sleeping in and dozing while catching up on dvr’d shows that we missed. I really want to get back into the blogging saddle again and I promise I will. I have so much to say and when I think about it all, well, I feel like I need to take another nap. But for now I will play yet again a favorite post of mine which I believe illustrates the kind of crazy family that we are. It’s a post complete with laughter, good food and my husband’s man-boob.
Originally posted August 15, 2006
Eating dinner as a family is very important to this circus act. Lately it seems to be more of a challenge to have us all sitting together at the table for dinner as the kids are getting older and branching out into various sports, cheer, dance, band, youth group events, school obligations and a job. Factor in Bill’s hobby, er, new career path as a realtor with evening office hours twice a week and my wacky day/night/night day schedule and it is a wonder that we ever get to break bread together. But we do manage. It’s just another part of the juggling act. It’s important to us all. It’s a chance to all be together as a family.
The kids tell me it is way better to dine together than say a family shopping excursion to Walmart. Come to think of it, the seven of, together with one shopping cart walking up and down every single aisle at Wally-world does sound like fun! But not nearly as much fun as the time we spend together at that big oak table. So eating dinner as a family is very important to us all.
With seven sitting around the table it is not your usual fine dining experience. The conversations are not the kind of stuff you might overhear in fine dining establishments and perhaps, not at the average American dinner table. Take last night’s exchange between Holly, Bill and myself over shrimp and beef stir-fry:
Bill- I don’t think any of the kids noticed. (referring to his new glasses)
Me- No they haven’t. I’m surprised.
Holly- Noticed what?
Bill- You don’t see it?
Holly- No, what?
Bill- (looking at me) She doesn’t see it.
Holly- Da-ad! Just tell me! What?
Bill- I got my left nipple pierced.
Everyone laughs and Holly just about chokes. When she does regain a little composure, she looks up at Bill and starts to giggle.
Bill- (to Holly) You looked.
Holly- (still giggling so hard she can’t speak)
Bill- You were checking out my man-boob.
More laughter and poor Holly is practically convulsing trying to suppress an uncontrolled giggle fit.
Bill- (as he reaches over to hug Holly) Aren’t you glad you made it to dinner tonight?
It’s always a memorable and entertaining experience to dine under the Big Top.
Categories: Holly · darling husband · family · food · fun · play it again
Billy and Laura sittin’ in a tree…
K-I-S-S-I-N-G…
first comes love…
then comes marriage…
then comes all these babies (and grandbaby) in the baby carriage!
yes he's smiling...he's smiling on the inside so he says
and that, boys and girls, is what blind dates and kissing can lead to.
Happy 26th anniversary my darling husband!
Categories: children · darling husband · getting older · marriage
Just when I know for sure that I am at my most unlovable, my husband reaches down, pulls me up and assures me that I am not unlovable at all.
On Thursday a dozen of these arrived with a sweet note.
On Friday eighteen bright happy tulips like this one arrived with another sweet note.
The long-stemmed red roses because in his words, that is what one gives for V-Day. The tulips because he knows those are my favorite flowers. That’s how he rolls so he tells me. The flowers certainly brightened my days and the atmosphere here under the Big Top.
Thank you, my darling husband, for hanging in there with me! Even more than all the beautiful flowers that is the best gift you are giving me.
Categories: darling husband · good stuff · romance
Ask for a Sham-Wow, get a Sham-Wow. Bill was seriously wishing for this and was seriously thrilled to receive it. I expect to see lots of clean, shiny things around here now. Yeah, I know it’s a dream. But it’s my dream, gosh darn it!
Categories: darling husband · holidays · housework
December 23, 2008 · 1 Comment
:::overheard under the Big Top::::
Laura- So honey, I gave you my Christmas wish list so when are you going to tell me what you are wishing for this Christmas.
Bill- Well I am really thinking I want Screaming Eagle Street Performance Slip-On Mufflers or Arlen Ness Big Sucker Stage I Performance Ait Filter kits or a Street & Steel Gunslinger Leather Motorcycle Vest or…
Laura- Those are wonderful wishes but you know me buying anything for that bike just might suggest that I am at the acceptance stage of your mid-life crisis. I’m not there yet.
Bill- No?
Laura- No.
Bill- Do you think you might get there s…
Laura- Not likely.
Bill- Oh. Okay.
Bill- Well, I have other things I’m wishing for…like maybe a new casual and a new dress wrist watch.
Laura- Don’t you have like 7 or 8 watches?
Bill- I do?
Bill's inventory of watches
Bill- Oh yeah, I do. But they don’t work.
Laura- Maybe what you need are watch batteries?
Bill- Maybe. Anyway, I did make a list of ideas for you.
::::hands me a list:::
Bill- The watches are there.
Laura- uh-huh…
Bill- The bike stuff is there too. Just in case you reach acceptance.
Laura- (shaking head)
Bill- I know…
Laura- Maybe after you open up that watch kiosk in the mall. I mean, you do have enough watches.
Bill- (laughing) Not yet. But I will if I get a couple new watches for Christmas!
And what are YOU wishing for this Christmas?
Categories: darling husband
September 15, 2008 · 3 Comments
First of all let me wave hello to all the freaks who came here by Googling “sexy suck-up”.
::::waving:::::
Here is what can happen when the wife is pissed because you bought a motorcycle without even telling her. You spend a lot of time apologizing, sucking up and buying designer shoes from Paris at the urging of your daughters to placate Mom.
For those who might not know, these are Christian Louboutin shoes. Now all I need is a sexy dress and a red carpet event. Actually I think that I will wear these shoes EVERYWHERE…high school football games, PTA meetings, to Costco, while scrubbing the Big Top toilets and doing the laundry…
I’ve already wore them to a party wearing a silky top and dark jeans and yeah, people noticed the shoes which was a very good thing since my butt looked so freaking huge to me in those jeans.
Yeah, I know, life is a slower pace in a small town like Manteca. Folks get all excited over a pair of red-bottomed shoes! But if you saw these shoes up close and personal in real life, you’d be all excited too…even more excited than the freaks folks who Google “sexy suck-up” and find themselves here.
:::waving:::
Categories: darling husband · fashion
