Garth (NHRN)

Male Bonding, in a Houseful of Females, is Sticky!

father & son, discussing manly things ~ june 2007 I love this picture for so many reasons, but mostly because my son and husband weren't aware of my taking it (which is a great feat in and of itself, especially for a clumsy dork like myself, trust me on this!) and, in my stealthiness, I was able to capture an intimate moment between father and son. Don't EVEN get me started on how I just realized that my son still had his baby face in the 2nd grade or how blonde his hair would get by the end of the... Read more →

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I'm Married to a Saint, Literally

Confession: we're not a very religious family, in the sense that we have not attended church services in a very long while and are, what I often refer to as being, "in between churches" at the moment. If you were to ask me to give you a reason why we aren't, at the very least, involved with some form of organized religion, it would be a very solid....I don't know. We used to be. My husband, Garth (not his real name) served as a deacon, while I taught Sunday school when our two oldest were in preschool and I was... Read more →

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It's Not The Years, HONEY - It's the Mileage!

My husband, Garth (not his real name) and Wayne (also not his real name, see what I did there?) met sometime around 1st grade. They lived a couple of blocks away from each other and, throughout their elementary, middle school and high school years, remained the best of friends. Then Garth (NHRN) asked Wayne (NHRN) to help him move into his college dorm, inviting a mutual friend along (Tia, not her real name either) knowing that his friend Wayne (NHRN) had a secret crush on her and that the feeling was mutual. Note: I feel it safe to say, having... Read more →

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The Sad World of the Misunderstood Euphemism, and Zombies

My husband, Garth (not his real name) is a good guy. I mean, like, Eagle Scout good and anyone who knows us (IRL) would most definitely agree adding, "Well, the man IS married to you." Aaaaand, I'm okay with it (the fact that he's married to me AND the aforementioned euphemism) because, trust me, I am WELL aware of my own limitations. Like, my inability to withstand the mechanical forces of the earth's gravitational pull (I fall down, A LOT!) or, my penchant for breaking things...okay...wait...for...it...A LOT! Then, my lack of patience (see also: previous paragraph) is legendary, which makes... Read more →

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Flirtexting: While Under the Influence of Children

My husband, Garth (not his real name) had a local Chamber of Commerce thingy to attend last night and, considering it was held at one of our favorite pubs, I'm thinking perhaps it's high time I joined the Chamber of Commerce. Clearly, those Chamber of Commerce folks know how to, you know, thingy. Aaaaanyway, Garth (NHRN) and I have been feeling a little estranged, lately (okay, for the last 18 years) but not on purpose, or anything. We have 4 kids. 3 of whom are teens. Enough said. Aaaaanyhow, I thought it would be fun to send him a few... Read more →

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D'OH! A Deer!

Reason #3,922,199 why I love Garth (not his real name) for his gorgeous eyes, of course! My husband and I recently reconnected with his cousin and I was excited to be invited to their holiday party (the hubs, too!) Beeeecause, they really are a great couple (and they invited us back, anyway?) my cousin-in-law Jayne LOVES to dance (me, too!) and I've heard that they do awesome holiday. Aaaaand, they did. But, this guy right here BLEW (buh-dum-bum) and single-handed-ly (mouth-ly, lip-ly, whatev) managed to put us in an awesome holiday-ish mood. UNTIL! The next day, when it was time... Read more →

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George Bailey Meets Clark W. Griswold, Jr.

My husband, Garth (not his real name) works for a bank. Don't worry, he's still a really, really nice guy. In fact, his customers think he's gosh-darned decent enough to switch from the much BIGGER bank he used to work for. Previously known as, "the bank that shall not be named." Now, he works for a small local community bank and I often times joke about my being married to George Bailey (look it up, youngsters) oh, and how my husband is REAL GOOD with OTHER people's money. Still, I decided to invest in a new dress for their holiday... Read more →

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