Posts Tagged ‘Father’s Day’

Happy Father’s Day, Randy!

Thursday, June 17th, 2010

Happy Father’s Day to the dad who scooped the dead fish from the bucket — for three hours straight — while Matt got to man the goldfish booth at the Hometown Fair.

To the dad who has thrown more baseballs, read more storybooks and folded his hands and listened to “Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep” more times than I can count.

Happy Father’s Day to the guy who sees the value in hard work and silly fun, in piano lessons and family road trips. To the guy who has been a wonderful dad for 14 years. I can’t wait to see what the next 14 years will hold.

We love you!

A Father’s Day Tradition That Grows With Your Kids

Monday, June 14th, 2010

I love Beth Blair’s profile of terrific writer, husband, dad and blogger Fred Goodall over on And Fred shared a Father’s Day tradition that I think is just wonderful — and worth trying with your own family:

Each year Fred’s kids make a Father’s Day poster that says ‘Happy Father’s Day,’ with the year written on the poster. He holds the sign while his three kids, ages 9, 6 and 2, gather around. Then they take a photo. “It’s nice to look at those photos and see how our family has grown over the years,” he says.

Something simple, inexpensive — yet so precious as the years go by.

What Father’s Day traditions do you enjoy with your family?

Happy Father’s Day!

Saturday, June 20th, 2009

Happy Father's Day to Paul Penick, the man who taught me to:

°    Love writing
°    Have fun with dogs (That's us on a lake in Arizona, with our dog, Pepper. I won't even tell you how many years ago this was! We were about to pull up to the shore and my dad needed to tie up the boat. He doesn't normally stand like this in the middle of a lake!)
°    Value education
°    Feel comfortable in a new environment
°    Talk to strangers
°    Care about spelling.
°    Enjoy chocolate and raspberry together
°    Love my family

Thanks, Dad. I have no doubt that without your influence and encouragement, I wouldn't be making a living as a freelance journalist today. I love my life and (especially now that I'm a parent myself) I appreciate everything you and Mom did, and continue to do, for my brother and me.

I love you!

Paper and Scissors and Glue, Oh My!

Friday, June 19th, 2009

Remember the simple act of pasting a few special photos, a valentine and maybe a flattened carnation corsage into a photo album?

Today, of course, it's a verb: "to scrapbook." And in our
"let's-go-overboard-and-then-fret-about-how-stressed-we-are" age, it's yet one more thing to feel guilty about.

"I sat down and looked at all those boxes of photos, and I just started crying," one friend tells me. "It all seems so overwhelming."

Another friend spends hours at arts-and-crafts stores, buying stickers and pens and assorted doo-dads, which then sit in a shopping bag in her closet because she's too intimidated by the pages in the scrapbooking magazines.

Who can blame us for feeling defeated? These magazines showcase an overwhelming Mardi Gras parade of artistic techniques. Peek-a-boo pages with sliding doors. Folded tea-bag embellishments. Photo kaleidoscopes. And have you tried taking skinny copper wire, rolling it into tiny circles with pliers and making individual daisies? By the way, don't forget the three shades of green raffia, which you'll flatten and twist for the leaves.

Then there are the baby pages. They're simple, really. Just cut your photo into 16 tiny pieces, add 16 pieces of different-colored translucent paper, and reassemble the whole thing to resemble a
gorgeous stained-glass window.

Frankly, I think I'll wait to try these nifty techniques until after my 13-year-old son, Matthew, leaves home for college. (College-spirit pages – with real mini-pom-poms!) Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll spend his childhood yelling, from behind a pile of acid-free card stock, "Can't you play checkers by yourself? I’m busy preserving your memories!"

I have to confess: I do subscribe to the scrapbooking magazines. But I like to read them in much the same way I peruse gourmet cooking magazines. Late in the evening, in bed, I linger over the pictures and read every how-to step. But just as you're not going to catch me leaping out from under my cozy comforter to whip up a Gruyère fondue with caramelized shallots, don't hold your breath looking for pop-up pages or hand-sponged clouds in my family's scrapbook.

Instead, what you will find is the first letter Matthew ever wrote to Santa, along with a photo of a little boy in flannel jammies placing a piece of cake and a can of Coke by the fireplace. And copies of e-mailed stories about Which Witch, a silly witch who plays tricks on children, written especially for Matthew by his grandmother. Nothing fancy here. No witches flying off the page. But those stories are there, safely preserved, for Matt to read to his own grandchildren someday.

Our baby pages aren't elaborate, either, but they hold lasting reminders of a special time: my scribbled list of things to bring to the hospital when I went into labor (what planet was I on when I wrote "playing cards"?), and the page from my husband's calendar where he logged the time and length of every contraction the night before Matthew was born. We also included our short list of names, so that Matt can look at it some day and wonder if life would have been different as a Gregory.

I also cherish the silly, and sometimes creepy, memories of family life with a boy who seems to grow an inch taller with every page I turn: Matthew, at age 3, running around the house with an oven mitt on each hand, pinching his “claws” together and declaring himself “Larry The Lobster.” The Father's Day when Dad received cereal, coffee and the sports page in bed, but only after agreeing to wear a "Cat in the Hat" hat for the duration of breakfast. And the page showing Matt and his not-too-crazy-about-snakes mom each receiving a "Certificate of Bravery" for viewing the live rattlers at the American International Rattlesnake Museum in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

My family's scrapbook doesn't stay on a high shelf, away from curious — and yes, potentially sticky — hands. Instead, it sits on our coffee table, always open and filled with purple-painted preschooler handprints, photos of Matthew frosting Daddy's birthday cake and other snippets from our daily lives that will mean more to us, and our grandchildren, than all the twisted-wire daisies in the world.

Save $$ on Father’s Day Gifts

Monday, June 8th, 2009

I recently discovered, a clearinghouse for
promotional codes that allows you to get discounts or free shipping at
online stores.

Nearly all Web merchants now have a place in their checkout procedure for entering promotional codes.
identifies these codes and makes them available to everyone. The
company’s staff follows more than 2,000 top retailers to make sure the
codes are accurate and current.

Just in time for Father's Day,
the site offers promotional codes for Jos. A. Bank, Men’s
Warehouse,, and more.

I'm always up for a
discount, and when I'm shopping on the Web, there's nothing better than
free shipping! So I'll be checking out for Father's Day.