Weddings, Tequila and Mayhem. (happy sigh)

I'm back from Mexico! I had a phenomenal time! My best friend got married, and I couldn't be happier... (especially since I introduced the happy couple!)

We stayed at The Tides in Zihuatanejo. Gorgeous!

I got to play stowaway and fly down with friends who went on a private plane. (Thank you, thank you, thank you to S and A!)

We had a great time!

There was a little bit of everything.

I can't post anything about the wedding yet, you can catch the Entertainment Tonight video and Life & Style Magazine is doing a feature. (It hits stands Thursday or Friday. ) We can't post our own pix until those things are out.

All I can say is that I have never before been to a wedding where at the end of the party (4:30 a.m.) I found myself in the pool, in my clothes, drinking margaritas, in a tropical rainstorm, with 20 of my new closest friends! Awesome!!

Not that anyone will notice, but I am going to be gone for a week.

Yes, yes. Posting... not too much of that going on around here lately. So you probably won't notice that I won't post anything for a week. (What's new, right?)

I've been busy with all sorts of crap, including a trip, that I cannot talk about until after I get back.
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But it will involve:






See ya next week!

Or you could, you know.... GET A JOB!!!!!

Several months back I did a tutorial on my Family Rules project.

My oldest son, my darling baby (who is about to turn 18) thought I was missing a few rules and added one of his own.



Nice try, kid. Since we've been riding him like a pony about getting a summer job, this "rule" is NOT going to be implemented.

Dork.

Get. A. Job.

Duh.

A love letter. To a father.

OK Dear Readers... a first for me. Please give a warm welcome to my first ever, guest blogger... My Handsome Hubby, or as you may know him: HH.
This is his message to his father for Father's Day:

Dad,

More and more, as I raise my boys, I find myself thinking of the same scenes when I was young. The lessons I learned are the same I try to teach, even though I did not know then that they were lessons. By your example I now know how much mine matters, and I do for them as you did for me, and with the confidence that they may one day say to me what I write here.

Thank you for all the wonderful examples. From the coaching, to the yard work, to the brake jobs, and to the brick work. I learned that most things are not unsolvable mysteries, but simply things to be discovered and learned, and then taught again.

I know we both, by nature, assume that such things are a given, even if not expressed openly. But, like you, I learned that in matters of the family and of the heart, even the obvious should be stated openly and often. I love you. You are a great dad.

Happy Father’s Day

Love,

Rich

I'm late to the party, but I'm here now....

Three syllables: Hot Yo Ga.

Who knew?

Who knew that after just 5 hour-long sessions in a hot room that I would fit into jeans that I couldn't even snap the week before?
I didn't believe in anything that smacked of "sudden weight loss."

Who knew that my waist was still here, it was just hidden under a layer of fat?
I haven't seen my waist in about a year.

Who knew that yoga is a good work out?
Every yoga class I've ever taken has left me feeling like I wasted an hour of my life.

Who knew that not all yoga instructors feel the need to yammer on and on about the universe and becoming one with it?
Who knew?!

I am now like an Amway sales rep... but about the hot yoga.

How about a knuckle sandwich?

Scene: my kitchen. I have fixed Grant a grilled cheese sandwich, per his request, and am setting it in front of him....

Me: "Here ya go!"

Grant: "Thank you."

Me: "You're welcome."

Grant: "Uh, mom? Aren't you forgetting to say something?"

I quickly run through the mental transcript of our conversation... all seems OK to me.

Me: "I don't think so. You said thank you and I told you that you're welcome. What else should I say?"

Grant: (with a sigh of frustration, and gesturing towards his sandwich as if he's channeling Vanna White) "You should say: Enjoy."

Duh.
Of course.
Enjoy your sandwich... and zip it, kid.