Chocolate rules, and I'm going to tell you why.
For the last six or seven years we've lived with two dads in our house: my husband, Joe, and his dad, known by all as Papa. Their differences make celebration difficult. For instance, lunch or dinner is always a question because Joe loves Mexican and Papa does not. Papa loves Asian and Joe does not. While that leaves a wide array of choices, neither will ever have his favorite on Father's Day in order to accommodate the other which means a second rate cuisine for both of them no matter where we go.
As for Father's Day activities that, too, is a problem. Papa would love to browse through a museum or, better yet, attend the opera. Joe would choose to be bludgeoned with egg rolls before spending even a second listening to Aida. He acknowledges the singers' talent, he just prefers to be elsewhere during their exhibition of it. Now, a trip to an electronics festival would put him in nirvana. All those computers and cell phones and gadgets, oh my! Problem is, the only electronics Papa cares about are the ones operating his hearing aids.
So what is a loving family to do? How to show these two wonderful dads how much they mean to us?
As it turns out, the answer is pretty simple. In addition to lots of TLC, they both enjoy silly cards, hugs, and smoochies. But the high point of the dads' day, and the one thing about which they both share a deep and abiding love, is a giant chocolate chip cookie cake complete with butter icing and chocolate sprinkles. This particular delight proclaims Happy Father's Day because, well, it's Father's Day. The bakery had one that said Happy Birthday Rex and the dads would have liked that one, too, but it seemed inappropriate.
Once again, chocolate saves the day, proving my initial declaration that chocolate rules. Everyone needs to remember that around my birthday.
Happy Faither's Day!
Lisa
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Sunday, June 20, 2010
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Tales of Time
We have a big birthday weekend coming up. My daughter, Stephanie, will be 22 on Friday, and my hubby will be 51 on Saturday. Stephanie is meeting a group of friends to party the night away. Joe wants to pretend he does not have a birthday at all (yeah, fat chance--like I’m going to pass up the opportunity for cake.)
The thing is, as we age, our priorities shift. Time and how we spend it is more profound after 40. Take exercise, for example. I can’t speak for anyone else, but when I was in my twenties exercise was 90 minutes of hard aerobics and weightlifting (where in the blazes did I ever find 90 minutes to exercise?) In my thirties it was jogging (30 minutes, tops.) At 48, exercise requires multi-tasking: I take the dogs for a walk at the park and watch them frolic with other dogs. I do visit the treadmill once in a while, but you know, if it really wanted to hold my attention it would offer me hot coffee and a honey bun.
Another casualty of the years: makeup. I wear a lot less now, but back in the day just applying lipstick was a major event. I used to line my lips, apply lipstick, blot, powder, and apply a final coat. That stuff would stay on through a nuclear holocaust. When my youngest daughter was born the delivery room nurses were astounded that I made it through labor and delivery with my lipstick still magazine perfect. Fifteen years have passed and I’m lucky now if I even remember to apply tinted lip balm before I rush out the door.
What sorts of things have changed for you? What things do you do differently now that you are older? If you could go back in years would you spend more or less time on your lipstick, exercise, or partying? Leave me a comment if you have the time. I’d love to know how your views have shape-shifted with age and wisdom.
As to our upcoming birthday weekend, I say: Let them eat cake! That's what I'm gonna do.
Til next time,
Lisa
The thing is, as we age, our priorities shift. Time and how we spend it is more profound after 40. Take exercise, for example. I can’t speak for anyone else, but when I was in my twenties exercise was 90 minutes of hard aerobics and weightlifting (where in the blazes did I ever find 90 minutes to exercise?) In my thirties it was jogging (30 minutes, tops.) At 48, exercise requires multi-tasking: I take the dogs for a walk at the park and watch them frolic with other dogs. I do visit the treadmill once in a while, but you know, if it really wanted to hold my attention it would offer me hot coffee and a honey bun.
Another casualty of the years: makeup. I wear a lot less now, but back in the day just applying lipstick was a major event. I used to line my lips, apply lipstick, blot, powder, and apply a final coat. That stuff would stay on through a nuclear holocaust. When my youngest daughter was born the delivery room nurses were astounded that I made it through labor and delivery with my lipstick still magazine perfect. Fifteen years have passed and I’m lucky now if I even remember to apply tinted lip balm before I rush out the door.
What sorts of things have changed for you? What things do you do differently now that you are older? If you could go back in years would you spend more or less time on your lipstick, exercise, or partying? Leave me a comment if you have the time. I’d love to know how your views have shape-shifted with age and wisdom.
As to our upcoming birthday weekend, I say: Let them eat cake! That's what I'm gonna do.
Til next time,
Lisa
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