It's What He Really Wants Anyway
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Father's Day is quickly approaching, a day to honor the men in our life who show up every day, who support us and love us, who love and guide our children, who hold our hands through urgent care visits and open house nights and happily take over when we've reached a breaking point. It's historically been a day to honor dad and get him some of the things he longs for.
On my husband's list this year, mostly techie gadgets. Like the iphone 3G, all shiny and white waiting for you to caress its touchpad. He's also asked for a giant telephoto lens for his Canon 20D super camera, I suspect this is so he can take pictures of me making goofy faces from far away without my knowledge. He's also been hinting at Halo, but that's not going to happen because that would definitely cut into my backrub time. His wish list also included an electric chainsaw so he can go crazy trimming the giant pineapple palms that surround our house.
Sadly, due to the recent economic downturn and in consideration of our oppressive mortgage, it will be bj's(me) and construction paper cards(the kids) this Father's Day. Be smart ladies and steer clear of the game boxes and HD tvs. Save those stimulus checks for gas, the rising cost of medical care, and stocking the pantry with canned goods. Then buckle up, I suspect it's going to be a bumpy ride.
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Amen, Sister. I live pretty darned near the poverty level and am the single mother of two small girls, one with severe special needs. I, for the first time ever, went to a food pantry in a neighboring community last week. We more than qualified, but I still felt super guilty about going. I figure when things get ugly (gas at $5, milk at $5, and it's about to happen where I live in Maine) and they will, I want cupboards and pantry stocked and if that means getting extra (or enough) from a food pantry, screw pride, I'm in line behind the homeless folks.
My mom was a single mom and I remember many dinners at my Grandmas in lieu of grocery shopping, she'd always send food home with us, now I know why.