Is He Man Enough?



'Somewhere out there…someones saying a prayer…that we’ll find one another..in that big somewhere out there.' ( Name that song! Name that movie!) Tomorrow is me and HRH's 17th wedding anniversary. In honor of that, Im re-running this blog post.

I have three daughters. Somewhere out there right now – a mother,or a father or both-is raising the boy who will one day grow to be a man big enough and brave enough to marry one of my daughters. My eldest is knocking on 13 this year and entering the waters of High School Drama. It is highly likely that a boy of some kind is in her future. (hopefully the very distant future, when shes at least 25 or so...) So to the mother of that boy, wherever you are, this posting is for you.

Dear Mother-in-law-to-be,

I thought it best to avoid future marital problems between our children by just nipping them in the bud. I figure that if you and I can just set a few thing straight, then our two lovebirds can ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after.

First of all, I want you to know that my daughter is extremely beautiful, intelligent, thoughtful, kind, strong, creative and hardworking. A guaranteed future success. In other words, lets just agree right here and now, that there’s no possible way, your son could ever hope to be worthy of her love. But if he could accept that he will have to spend the rest of his life striving to be vaguely her equal – then we’re off to a good start.

Having said that, it must be admitted though that the aforementioned daughter’s father has been heard to say exasperatedly… “I feel sorry for the man who ever marries this girl!” and “I just don’t know what man is going to want to marry this girl!” (and of course the unspoken follow-on comment is… ‘wife its all your fault she is like this!’) It seems there are a few trying habits that my daughters have which could possibly aggravate your son just a teensie weensie bit...

Like, my 8yr olds belief that money flows forth like milk and honey out of cash machines. There we are perusing the mall in Auckland and shopping up a storm. Gleefully she asks - now what shall we buy mum?! I feel i should instill some financial responsibility so i reply - "we cant buy anymore things because we have no more money." Her solution? "So lets go to the bank and get some more then!" But we have to put money in the bank for there to be more..."so call Dad and tell him to put lots more in for us!" They key word here being ...more more more. This is the same child who when she says bedtime prayers asks God to "please bless my dad so he can be strong enough to work really hard and get us lots of money." (a prayer which does little to inspire faith and happiness in her father i might add.) Obviously as her mother, Im doing something wrong. So, please ensure that your son is filthy rich. Because while my daughters will no doubt be earning 6 figure incomes ( doing what Im not sure - at the moment the aforementioned 8 yr old predicts she will be a supermodel OR a butterfly catcher...)it will be useful if your son can help out with filling pockets and money machines with fistfuls of cash.

Another slight possible hiccup for marital bliss could be my daughters propensity for violence. We are currently working on her anger management skills. When she was 2 she got so mad that she bit the wall. And the teeth marks are still there to prove it. Now shes a teenager. When shes nice - shes VERY VERY nice. She can read to little ones, happily make dinner, do dishes, spend hours cleaning her room and generally make me feel like a million dollars. But when shes NOT nice - well lets just say she makes those racquet smashing tennis players look like sappy Cabbage patch dolls. If anyone dares to cross her then the full measure of her wrath involves door slamming, pillow punching, trampoline wrestling, foot stamping and the scariest part of all - the MegaMusu Look. The Brooke Shields eyebrows come down, the nostrils flare, the lips purse, the deep breathing ensues, the nose crunches most unbecomingly...indeed she looks frighteningly like her mother when shes mad. A mother who hated it when her newly wed spouse refused to argue with her when she was mad and instead went out "for a walk until you get over it". HOW DARE YOU! COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT WITH ME WHEN I TELL YOU TO!" Hmm...Ive come a long way since then...I think tho that you should definitely teach your son that women are strange and when they get mad its best for a beloved husband to take a long walk until she gets over her tantrum.

I could go on for ages about what your son needs to survive being married to one of my daughters. But someone said it best i think - the best thing a man can do for his children is to love their mother...and vice versa. You see, your son will have a very hard act to follow. My three daughters have seen their father treat the woman in his life with respect, honor, love and supreme patience. He places her first above all else. Above sports, work, friends, TV, relaxation and even running. He has given up bad habits for her. He endures all her annoying quirks and idiosyncracies. He gives her advice when she wants it. And compliments when shes looking her ugliest. And tough talk when she needs it. He has weathered her storms. And seen her through dark times. He is her best friend. He is the measuring stick that my daughters will hold your son to.

So - will YOUR son be man enough to measure up?

Another promotional picture of Emma Watson as Hermione Granger in Harry Potter 7

Source: YOD

I am a Junkie.

You know what gives me a breathless slightly delirious feeling?

Recycling.

I love it. They have this big wheelie bin thing that youre supposed to put all your metals, glass and plastc in and then once every two weeks, a huge truck chugs along and takes it away. Where ( Im assuming) it's all translated into -

1. Points in heaven for me as i contribute to further saving of the planet. Like a big KACHING Bingo board where angels call out, "Lani Young, another 38 cans of Diet Coke recyled!" And all the ghosts of endangered and extinct species cheer and give me a standing ovation. Yaaaay! ( and all the people who dropped dead due to excessive consumption of Diet Coke, go Booooooo...)

2. Lots of shiny NEW things that i will buy and then recycle again! (I bet Mufasa never knew his 'Great Circle of Life' applied to such frivolous things as my milk bottles. And pizza boxes.)

I have to say that there is just something so incredibly satisfying about stomping on cans and bottles to get them as flat as you can so you can cram MORE and MORE of them into the limited space bin. HRH hasnt even finished the last precious drops of his Diet Coke and Im making a sprint for the can..."I got it! I got it!" So i can smash it and add it to my growing treasure trove. Im even going through my regular rubbish bin, finding bottles that people HAVENT put in the recycler and screaming, "WHO PUT THIS IN HERE!? DONT YOU KNOW YOURE KILLING GORGEOUS BABY DOLPHINS WITH THIS THING!" Well, we prob arent but still, it sounds better than saying "DONT YOU KNOW YOURE CLOGGING UP LANDFILLS WITH THIS THING?"

But im ashamed to confess that my obsession with recycling doesnt really have much to do with saving Mufasas circle of life land at all. No. I am just obsessed with filling that bin to the top, cramming more and more stuff into it...if i could just squish this can a little tinier...And i take furtive sneak peeks at OTHER peoples recycling bins and laugh to myself wickedly, 'HAHAHA nobody has as much aluminium and plastic as ME!" ha ha ha. And i feel triumphant. Like i have meaning and worth in this world....YES!

Okay. That makes me sound INCREDIBLY lame. I am a Class D - Derwit. I think i need to get a life...

Speaking of recycling though - theres some things i really wish i could recycle.
Like a 3 yr old's hugs and kisses. Nobody can hug and kiss like a 3yr old i reckon. And when shes the last 3yr old you know youre ever going to have, her kisses and hugs are all the more precious. I wish i could put some of them away in a giant wheelie bin and stow them away. For the day not so far off when shes too cool to REALY hug me. And give me LOUD lip-smacking kiss kiss noises. For the day when she moves out. Goes to school. Gets a job. Finds a man. And gives him ALL her hugs and kisses. Then, whenever i felt a little lonely. Or like life kinda stank, i would gently open up my wheelie bin of recyclable 3yr old love - and take out a hug and kiss. Or two.

Oh and this is sooooo off the topic, but kinda about recycling still. I was thinking wouldnt it TOTALLY make sense to take the fat that they remove during liposuction, and use it to give someone breast implants at the same time? So theoretically speaking, IF one were so inclined...one could pay for ONE operation and wake up - skinnier AND booostier!

Hows THAT for recycling!?


Its all MINE, mine, mine, mine...

Yimao Vin from Johor Bahru, Malaysia - Lenglui #140

Yimao Vin

Name: Yimao Vin / Yeena T. / 郑诗仪 / Tee Shee Yee
Date of Birth: Jul 4, 1991
Height: 163 cm
Weight: 48 kg
Measurements: 33C 25 35
Blog: http://www.yimaowing.blogspot.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/YimaoVin-II/104884492900629
About: Yimao which also means "10 cents" in Chinese, is a pretty young freelance model from Johor Bahru, Malaysia. Tee Shee Yee (郑诗仪) or better known as Yimao Vin is currently doing her Diploma in Business Administration and one day, she wishes to be either an air stewardess, PR, or a designer. Personally, we like how Yimao's looks, she is so versatile. Yimao can be either stylish with an attitude, cute and sweet or feminine - we definitely think she has potential! Only recently, Yimao was scouted to be part of a local movie production, Count Down (倒數), all the best Yimao! Anyway, only the best of Yimao Vin available here, all filtered by http://dailylenglui.asia.


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