After the highly publicized Mother’s Day festivities end, stores ramp it up for ‘Dads and Grads.’ Already dads are getting the short end of the remote with having to share their holiday with graduates, and the gifts are often, well, more frugal than what is spent on Mother’s Day. Which is how my husband got this game a few Father’s Days ago…
When I picked up our daughter from preschool and took her to Target, she picked this game saying she wanted a game to play with dad. Happy Father’s Day!
Actually, that brings me to one of the many Father’s Day vs Mother’s Day comparisons. Typically, mothers want to spend Mother’s Day away from their younger children and have a day to themselves, while fathers want to celebrate by spending time WITH their kids. Although, not necessarily playing with Dora the Explorer. But hey, extra dad points if you do!
And there have been some recent trends suggesting that even though people are likely to purchase more for mom, folks are getting thrifty with their purchases for both holidays. Check out how it’s broken down in this infographic.
In our family, Father’s Day had extra meaning because it usually happened on or around my dad’s birthday. So there was no going cheap for this holiday! Although it did seem whatever we bought, dad had to return or exchange it because it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. Kind of a bummer, but oh well. It is all about dad.
So please don’t procrastinate if you have a dad in your life you want to celebrate. I’ll end the blog with some words of inspiration from these celebrity dads:
“There should be a children’s song: ‘If you’re happy and you know it, keep it to yourself and let your dad sleep.’” -– Jim Gaffigan
“When I hear people talk about juggling, or the sacrifices they make for their children, I look at them like they’re crazy, because ‘sacrifice’ infers that there was something better to do than being with your children.” — Chris Rock
“Having children is like living in a frat house — nobody sleeps, everything’s broken, and there’s a lot of throwing up.” — Ray Romano
“Fatherhood is great because you can ruin someone from scratch.” –- Jon Stewart
“Just taught my kids about taxes by eating 38% of their ice cream.” — Conan O’Brien
“When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant, I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.” — Mark Twain
Do you run to stay fit? How about walking? How about running and walking while eating a donut? If feeding your lactic acid build up with sugar-coated fried dough is how you roll, then The Donut Run is for you.
My husband and I are not runners and have only walked/ran in one or two 5K races. So when he initiated interest in participating in an upcoming 5K, I was puzzled. The last bit of walking we did together was on a farm picking blueberries. Hardly the level of intensity required to finish a 5K. Once he told me donuts were involved, then it all made sense.
Yep, volunteers at The Great Donut Run pass out donut holes at the half way point of the run, then everyone gets a medal and a full size Krispy Kreme glazed donut after they finish the race. Bleh! Donuts make me nauseous, and the thought of eating one after an exhausting 3.1 miles of run/walking in 80 degree heat was not the proper incentive I needed to participate in this thing. But it was more than enough to encourage my husband’s will to walk/run in the heat. And for my daughter who’s on the cross country team at school, this was merely a practice run.
Now don’t let this photo of a smiling, relaxed and composed family fool you. In less than an hour, we were hot, sweaty, exhausted and wishing we could use those inflated donuts as flotation devices in a swimming pool! But at least we did it, and received these fun medals.
And my husband got his donut. I just drank water. After all, why would I want to immediately put back all of those calories I just burned off. Of course that didn’t stop me from walking over to the Nothing Bundt Cake booth, and taking this coupon for a free bundt cake! Love their lemon cake!
So at the end of it all, here’s what I learned:
8am is too late to start a 5K when the high is over 80 degrees.
Never try to keep pace with a 15 year old who’s on the cross country team.
During and at the end of the race, say ‘no’ to all things that aren’t water.
No matter what the insensitive is that your loved needs to participate in a 5K, do it! Do it at your own pace. Do it knowing that this is family time you’ll never get back once it’s gone. And have fun!
Do you know what mom really wants for Mother’s Day? Oh, flowers and a card are nice. A phone call is always appreciated. But let me tell you, after being a mother for over 15 years, it’s time to review what really works, and what does NOT!
Breakfast in bed: This only works if you can cook! If you don’t know how to make toast without burning it, forget it! Get into your car, and go someplace where people know how to cook. Then bring the food home and put it on a plate and act like you cooked it yourself. You’d be surprised how often moms will do this.
Flowers are pretty, but you know what is an even more beautiful sight? When the laundry is done and put away BY SOMEONE OTHER THAN MOM!
Bath products are great, but remember…if you give these products to mom than she needs time to use them. In other words, give her more than 3 minutes in the bathroom without an interruption. 30-35 minutes would be ideal.
Or you can always order some mommy juice from this company that got it right. 🙂
I’ve never been a fan of the slow pace of baseball. Which is why I haven’t been to a game since… uh, I don’t even remember. However, my husband will pretty much watch anything that involves a ball moving somewhere. At the last game we attended together, he sat there taking it all in while I was next to him reading a magazine. Yes, that really happened. And I have to say, I didn’t miss much.
So what possessed me to attend an Angels game last Saturday instead of staying home and washing my hair?
For some reason, I’m feeling extra sentimental this Easter/Passover season. My typical M.O. would be to post some goofy random story, like this rabbi saying marijuana is kosher for passover. Oy! That ought to be some seder!
As for my family, my father identified as Jewish, while my mother was raised Baptist, so we didn’t participate in the religious aspects of either faith, remaining religiously ‘nuetral’. However, food was always front and center of combining my parents different upbringings. It would not be at all unusual in our house to have pastrami with pecan pie for dessert. Or pork chops with a side
If you think it is impossible to travel by train to Latin America and Chinatown in one day, then you obviously don’t live in Southern California. Los Angeles has the historic Olvera Street right next to Chinatown, and it really does feel like traveling the world without a passport. And the silly thing is, for most of my life I’ve lived within an hour of both of these places, and never really explored them. Oh, I’ve been to Los Angeles many times, especially since I used to have family that lived there. But I haven’t been to Olvera Street since I was a kid on a school field trip for history class. So let me take this moment to educate you about the importance of not over looking what is all around you. The historical places, the silly tourist traps, the memories you can make just by getting out there and having a new experience.
Let’s start with busting some stereotypes. Many people think the history of Southern California looks something like this,
Let me take you down, cause I’m going through a bit of childhood nostalgia.
In Southern California, one of the first signs of spring was when the strawberry stands would start popping up around our neighborhoods, selling the sweetest, juiciest strawberries you ever tasted! Well, as developers bought up that farm land, there were fewer and fewer stands around town. So it was a real treat to go visit Tanaka Farms for some strawberry picking, meaning we could choose our own strawberries and taste test them along the way!
The morning began with checking in, paying our $18 and receiving a plastic clam shell container to hold the berries. Then we boarded the tractor pulled wagons…