The Perfect Man?!?!?

What is your idea of the perfect man? 

For some it's a highly educated man.  A lot of women want a man with a good sense of humor, although most women don't have one themselves.  Of course looks are on the menu, and don't forget that all important RICH factor.  Then there's the romantic sensitive man that we all desire, you know the one.  He helps you when you are feeling low, listens, and gives you back rubs when you need them. He loves to watch "Sleepless in Seattle" with you EVERY TIME and cries at the right part too. 

 Let me ask you...have you met a man that meets all these qualities?  Niether have I.  Yet I believe I have married a perfect man.......For Me.  He doesn't meet all of this criteria, yet I am happy. 
Why?  Because I have accepted that I am not a perfect woman.
 
Often you hear, "There is no perfect marriage."  I say HOGWASH.  ALL marriages are perfect.  It's the people that are imperfect.  If you want to feel like your marriage is perfect than you need to work on it, don't just expect magic to happen everyday.  Girls we don't live in a Romantic Comedy. 
I have a bunch of single friends that are looking for love.  They have their lists.  You know the ones......things that they need to qualify the man for the "privelage" of dating them.  I agree with most of the qualifications that my friends have on their list.  For example; must not be a convict, must not smoke or drink (ok if they did it in the past and gave it up), and the all important; must not be currently married. 
But I think that some women might be expecting too much. 
How bout this one ladies.  Would you date this man?
  • Pot smoker
  • High School Drop Out
  • Never Knew His Father
  • Mother is a truck driver and is never home.
  • Was kicked out of the state of California for breaking car windows.
  • Knocked up his girlfriend at the age of 17
  • Rumored Player
  • One who questions authority, known troublemaker.

Well.........What do you think?  Would you give him the time of day?
I did. 

He's my perfect man.  No we aren't rich, but more importantly we are happy.  He makes me laugh with his dry wit.  He takes care of me even when I am being raunchy.  He loves our children.  He works harder than any other man than I have met.  And more important than any of that he loves me, which is a miracle.
The reason for my rant today ladies and gentlemen, is not to say, "I have it better than you" but to say you have it great too.  All you have to do is appreciate what you have and make the most of it.  Because I know you all can agree with me when I say you aint the dream girl/guy either.  We all have faults and our mates have to deal with those just like we have to deal with theirs!
So, give them a break and give them a great big kiss, cause your'e lucky to have them.

Keep It Simple--Stupid!

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All growing up, I heard this phrase.  My parents would shout it from the roof tops.  Mostly shouting, because I was a stupid child, and didn't like to listen.  Well things as of late, have been complicated.  My fault of course.  I have a couple of successful looking cakes, and I get cocky!  So when my niece tells me in January that she wants a cake with Blue and Green polka dots on it, I think, "Noooooo Problem."  However that turned into nothing short of a disaster. 

Then we all know what happened with Sydney's butt cake. 
So now here it is, David's birthday.  My baby.  My only son.  The other man in my life. 
He wants a Tron Cake.  Tron?  Yes, Tron.  Crazy looking motorcycles, computer type gaming stuff.

  What kind of cake can I do with that.  I have an aversion to black icing.  I can't stand doing black. 
 So I decide to 
Keep It Simple.
I hear my parents mantra in my head.  I bake a sheet cake, ice it white.  I did a little black for effect, and the electric blue for accents.  Ta-Da!  Add a couple of die-cast vehicles from the movie and you got a Tron Cake.  

Thank heaven that David is 6 and pretty much anything impresses him.  And, it was recently brought to my attention that I must have been concentrating really hard because I spelled "Birthday" wrong on the cake.  My confidence is obviously not back to where it was and I wonder if it ever will be again.  But at least he had a yummy cake.  Yes I did too.  Can't resist that Buttercream Frosting.  It's the nectar of the gods.  

As for David, my baby. 


 He isn't anymore.  He is growing rapidly and I miss the baby-ish things that he used to do.  He still loves to "fly" things all over the house.  He has really taking to building paper airplanes lately.  I find them EVERYWHERE!!!  He even shot one off in church a couple of weeks ago before I could stop him.  What a turkey.  Of course with William as his father, what did I expect?  
Happy 6th Birthday David.  I love you.