Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Lots of Love


People have difficulty defining love.  Maybe it’s because everyone interprets it his or her own personal way.  Maybe because there are different levels and forms of love (in my humble opinion).  Maybe because some people have never felt real true love, they can’t possibly define it.  Or hopefully because they are completely head over heels in love; words can’t possibly describe the feeling. 

I have ideas about what love is.  Awhile back I put them in a story challenge over here if you are interested.  I’m writing about love again, because lately I keep seeing signs of it in unexpected places.

I put this picture up on my Facebook.  I want a girl to look at me this way! Will is already making them swoon!

I recently saw Santana in Vegas and knew he was a stud with a guitar.  But man, this guy loves music.  You can feel it.

Even though my boys bicker like little assholes seemingly all the time, they totally love each other.  This is what I found after a few loud thumps and lots of laughter – they had dragged their mattresses into my room and were having the time of their lives together. 

They really do love each other and I love nothing and nobody more than my sons.

Somebody posted this on Facebook and it totally resonated for me.  My mind has been wandering far and wide lately.

And here is true love.  I saw this on the way in to work this morning.  Clearly this guy loves crackers.

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  1. Wow! That is some cracker LOVE, right there!
    Also? I love the phrase "bicker like little assholes." Just makes me smile.

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    1. Because your little assholes bicker all the time too, right?

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  2. So where has your mind been wandering?

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    1. Bacon would be disappointed in you.

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    2. Bacon never leaves my mind, therefore I never have to wander back there.

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  3. I'm also curious as to where your mind has been wandering...

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    1. As far as you know, the answer doesn't really exist.

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  4. I could never make that kind of commitment to crackers. I mean, first of all, there are just so many different types of crackers that I like. Second of all, where is he going to store all those crackers? He must have a parrot or something. Or a whole flock of parrots.

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    1. I don't like birds. And I like cookies more than crackers. Unless there is cheese involved, in which case I love crackers. I think your mind is crackers. Just sayin'.

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  5. What's not to love about crackers? Those look like Keebler Club crackers and they are good. He must have been coming from Costco?Obviously planned ahead for the trip and the weather- the tarp and tie downs and all....

    Bickering like little assholes is a term of endearment. We know this and expect it from you.

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    1. You are so nice to read all my shit and know what I'm really saying.

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    2. Now if I could just come up with something worthwhile to post, I might actually hit the mark of 3 posts a month and you would stop by my blog... LOL!

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    3. I'm operating at slower than your pace in February!

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  6. maybe that guy has a bunch of elves to feed. i believe my kids are the first people i have ever loved unconditionally. nowhere in this blog do you mention boobs. which i know you love.you're getting softie. i love you. brett as a very dear and special friend.and by special i mean needs extra care.

    momo

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    1. I hadn't thought of the fact that midgets need to eat too! Good point!!

      As for boobs, we can put them in the mind wandering area. Boobs are definitely part of that.

      Thanks MoMo, I love you too. And nice effort here - pretty much strokey free!!!

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  7. I've looked at Erik many times like the little girl in the first picture.

    He usually leaves the room and tells me to stop being creepy.

    Ah love!

    Also, the little pairs of feet kicking out from under the mattress? I love that picture. The true kind of love.

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    1. It does look a little creepy. And retarded with those mega ear muffs.

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  8. Just read your story challenge. I laughed out loud. Twice! That's kind of a big deal.

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    1. I dunno, you have a fabulous sense of humor and frighteningly similar warped mind. I expect you to laugh with me!

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  9. Much as they may often drive me demented, I don't think I'd ever experienced a true, pure love before my kids arrived (Er, note inserted here for hubby: - Sorry hon, I do really love you too, honest, I do, I do, it's just er, a different kind of love..one that might not survive should you ever decide to dump me or run off with someone, y'know? 'Course, not that you would, but I'm just saying..)

    I adore that shot of your sons playing. Looks like you must be doing something right on that parenting front!

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    1. Ha, good for you for being so honest about it. I'm sure your hub understands since he married you! The love I have for my kids (and likely any parent has for their children) is unconditional and beyond any other kind of love. It's a cool feeling to have.

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  10. I wish that there was another word apart from love, that greeting card companies could use, then I wouldn't feel like the concept had been homogenised into meaninglessness. It doesn't seem like the right word for the way that I am gripped by tenderness, right in the chest, when I watch my son sleeping. Not in a creepy Paranormal Activity kind of way, just a normal "looking at child before one goes to bed" kind of way.

    I am constantly surprised where you find that tenderness. And the way in which it can endure, despite the odds.

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    1. It get gripped by tenderness dummy, what's the matter are your eyes all misted with love?

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  11. I think the best thing about love is that it can't be defined. If we could apply a definitive it would be immediately dissected and who the hell wants that?

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  12. I should note that from the beginning of this post I started singing Haddaway's What Is Love and my hair has gotten strangely bigger. I might have also just pegged my jeans.

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    1. Duly noted! And at least you didn't pee your jeans!

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  13. Your sons are so cute and that first picture is adorable with the little girl xx

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  14. I love it when you post something, ya lazy bastard.

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    1. I know I'm a slacker - posting even less than you!! I gotta put some stuff out there. I'll post if you post!

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  16. Heh nice read! Looking forward to seeing more posts! And of course I must ask again, 'How did you get so funny?' Bwahahaha micheLe.. Aka The poem ditty queen..

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