Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
What would you do if you got voted one of People magazines 50 hottest people? I don't know either, but earlier this week I was bestowed the Sexy Blogger award by Clever Pup. Feeling too much like Right Said Fred to write it myself, I asked my lovely wife to be a guest blogger and come up with the 5 things that are sexy about me. I tried to coach her to say the LGN diet was named after me, but here you go...
Hello blog world! Tara here and what an honor it is to be a guest blogger for my husband today. I was bestowed this honor since being deemed the responsible party for Brian’s sexy blogger award (taking ballet classes all in the name of love). So here we go… five sexxxxy things about Brian:
- His eyes. Those gorgeous, sparkling green eyes were the very first thing I saw when I spotted him across the room 16 years ago.
- The creative intelligence you read every day. Such natural writing it is for him. Truly a God given gift. (Also very useful as our romance began to blossom. I have a lovely collection of poems and letters from our summers apart during college.) Something you may not know…he is also quite an artist!
- The love for our family. Watching him wrestle our boys to the ground as they scream with glee. Carefully teaching them the art of adventure. Loving unconditionally. Grace. Forgiveness. Family time together as we explore the world around us. Being the leader of our family, sacrifices, making tough decisions…together. Sexy, yes, but also a lot of the glue that holds a marriage/family together.
- OK ladies, I don’t know about you but I think it is awesome when my husband puts things away…where they belong…without being asked!
- Romance IS sexy. Let me count the ways...dancing outside under the moon and stars to the music of the night. Candlelit dinners (Our deck turned into a romantic oasis complete with lights, roses and candles, with dinner prepared by a staff of people, waitresses and a violinist playing in the background.) Coming home and saying "Don't make plans for dinner tomorrow, we are going out on a date and the childcare is already taken care of." YES!! Lots of points scored on that one!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
"We are celebrating Earth Day. Do you think you could come help the kids plant a few flowers?" Innocent enough, why not?
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Reminiscent of Jane's Addiction, I got caught stealing once...in High School. We were out getting a movie, my sister, her friend (Amanda) and I. Amanda wanted to run by the store that her boyfriend worked at, young love at its finest. With nothing better to do, than watch them make eyes at each other, I trolled the store looking for oddities.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Last Friday we took the boys back to where our family began. One snowy night, my sophomore year at Radford University, when I was just getting over being sick, I decided to go to the party anyway. That’s where I met the girl that would eventually become my wife. We showed them the apartment we stood in front of that night for our first kiss.
A phone number, scribbled in orange colored pencil, on a piece of paper led to a meeting in the cafeteria. We ate lunch with the boys in the food court outside the cafeteria, as we pointed this out.
This is where your mom danced ballet, and I earned my ballet credits lifting the girls over my head, because they did not have enough male dancers. Easiest credits I ever earned. No, your dad never wore tights. The boys watched the dancers warming up for class.
This is the building your dad worked in while he went to school. This is where your mom worked. This is the fountain we walked by every day to class. There was our dorm, her apartment, my apartment.
We took many a walk in this park, and probably talked about you, well before you were born. The boys played on the playground at Bissett Park, staring out at the same section of the James River from 16 years ago.
All of this is part of the story that led up to you. Our story, where it first began.
It always begins with an empty canvas. Pure, open, contemplated. An idea, an inspiration. Hands scurry, etching lightly in charcoal. Erasing, changing until a form is created. Vivid colors jump in the artist head, rushing through veins to the brush held ready. Images transferred come to life on before his, her very eyes. Majestic beauty brings tears.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
So Baino challenged everyone with a meme, to get to know each other better. Not one to back down, and as I pretty much lay it out on here anyway, here it goes...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Its always hard to get started. Proclaiming it's too early in the season, I'll hem and haw and find other things to keep me busy. As much of a fight as I put up, once I start, cutting the grass almost becomes a meditation as I walk in ever tightening squares. My mind freely wanders, thinking thoughts inconceivable on other busy days.
25 cent hot dog night. Free tickets from a friend. Someone coming to look at the house. Just a few of the excuses we found for going to the Lynchburg Hillcats game tonight. There could have been as many reasons not to go, including the chilly 53 degree temperatures at game time. Nothing a blanket and some snuggles can not cure. (Cole's head is the one poking out, while Logan is buried in there some where.) If we did not go, we would not have met...him.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Ok, so it's really Thomas Jefferson's 266th birthday, but I could not miss the reference to old George chopping down the cherry tree. I think there is some speculation on whether the story is even real, but it sure captured a young man's imagination.
Arriving at my parents house this weekend, for Easter, we rounded the corner passed the family cemetery and were met by pieces of tree almost as round as our car. The old tree on the corner had met its demise. It had been coming for some time, but watching a friend go slowly into the night is never easy. Last year a large limb (read at least a foot diameter) had fallen off, and with numerous grand kids running around, my parents had decided it was better to take it down than have it fall on someone.
Over 100 years of memories imbued within it's rings, it massive trunk grew to over 5 foot in diameter. The boys were fascinated as the chainsaws and stump grinders, dismantled the giant. Nestled within its body, we found the culprits of its manslaughter. A hive of bees over 4 feet long had cut off the life giving flow of water from the ground. A three inch grub worm poked its head out of another log to point its finger and decry guilty. After two days, all that was left was the sawdust stain and outline where the body once laid.
It was not the storms it stood through or even old age that felled our friend, but what grew within. Unseen, unchecked, it slowly drained the life, until it could stand it no more. If only it could have spoken, shared its inward struggle, it may have survived. Stoic and silent, it marched toward death. How many others will share its fate?
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Some articles describe an underwater dance in which the female releases the eggs and the movements of the male send them to their resting place on her back. This is the dance of the Surinam Toad. Bizarre, I know, yet beautiful as well. The male attracts it's mate, not with a croak, but with a clicking noise.
I have found myself talking more and more with couples that have struggled in marriage. What started as an intricate dance of courtship, died with the fertilization of an egg. Once they had kids, it became too hard to keep the fires of romance burning. We forget the things that once won the heart of another. Our busy schedules, compounded by soccer, school...
Tara and I make it a point to schedule a date night frequently. Well, maybe not as frequently as we should. When we are not intentional about it, it becomes easy to let the excuses get in the way. Heard a great question on the radio the other day...what have you done for your marriage today?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
A board clattered, finding it's place, a top the growing pile. Puzzle pieces that once formed a shed, now so much scrap. Torn down before it could fall down.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
What were the things you were concerned with when you were 10? Let me put it into perspective, you were probably in the Fourth grade. If you are having a hard time coming up with something, I did too. I remember Kevin falling down in class and his finger going into the light socket. I remember, in science class, scraping cells off my cheek. I remember seeing Return of the Jedi.
Now imagine at 10 or 12 thinking about how you will support your family. Your brother brought honor to the family by donning the saffron robe, but that did not help your family to eat. It did not provide a roof over their heads. One day you are told you are being sent to work for an "uncle", only to find that it was a bar for men to find their pleasure. Then realising if your family wanted to survive, you had to comply and give up the last thing you have left to give, your body and your dignity. Imagine the desperation it would take to "willingly" step into this lifestyle, as the only hope for you or your family.
"The internal traffic of Thai females consists mostly of 12-16 year olds from hill tribes of the North/ NorthEast. Most of the internally trafficked girls are sent to closed brothels, which operate under prison-like conditions." (CATW - Asia Pacific, Trafficking in Women and Prostitution in the Asia Pacific)
The sickness felt as I write this, is nothing compared to the hopelessness they feel. My heart screams at the injustice, as the tears roll silently down my cheek. 4...2...4...numbers that signify freedom. To have a girl for an evening is $24, so freedom 4 (for) 24 hours is bought by paying the "bar fee".
There are groups that are trying to do something about this, to provide a ray of hope and freedom. Freedom424 raises awareness and funds, they send to Beginnings. The employees at Beginnings go into the bars, purchase this night of freedom, and then tell the girls about alternative means of survival and opportunities for life that they could never have imagined. Education. Employment. Health care.
4...2...4...is a whole lot more than 10.