Father’s Day and stuff

As we all know, Father’s Day is fast approaching.

I have mixed feelings about Father’s Day mainly because my father basically doesn’t want any acknowledgement of the holiday.

And because he’s a cranky old man.

But even cranky old men deserve a little love and so my sister and I bought him two bottles of 2017 Chateau Kefraya Blanc de Blancs.

Not a huge financial undertaking, just a gesture gift.

Lebanese wine for an old Lebanese man, perfecto!

Plus it’s from the Bekaa Valley which is where my dad hails from so there’s that.

And while we’re on the topic of gifts, I also got my youngest a gift. . . just because:

Parakeet shorts, for my parakeet lover in the family.

Of course, I had to get a matching t-shirt for her as well:

So there you have it – gifts for my loved ones.

All I need is something for my birth father and it’s all taken care of.

Do beards make men sexier?

Do beards make men sexier?

I’ll cut to the chase and just say HELL YES!

Don’t get me wrong. I like a clean shaven face as much as the next person.

They’re soft and nice to rub up against.

But there’s something about a bearded man that I just find wildly attractive.

My ex husband looked great with a goatee. I can attribute several years of my marriage to my attraction for him with a goatee.

He still looks great with one to this day – even with a dash of salt thrown in (he is approaching 50).

My dad was notorious for growing a 5 o’clock shadow. He is Middle Eastern, after all.

I remember hugging him as a child and having all those prickly hairs poke my cheeks.

How I screamed and giggled!

He’d rub his cheeks on mine until my cheeks were pink from the light abrasion.

My love of facial hair, I am sure, has everything to do with my father’s 5 o’clock shadow.

Check out the 4 men below – Bruce Willis, Jason Statham, Jake Gyllenhaal, and Gerard Butler. All sexy men in their own right.

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 Now check them out with beards. Even sexier, no?

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 There’s just something so rough and tumble about a man with facial hair. Something so inherently masculine and sexy that I find myself helpless to resist.

Of course, I do have a “Lumberjack Complex” so take what I say with a grain of salt.

Maybe some women like their men clean shaven.

But they would be wrong.

P.S. Incidentally, my baby brother Art takes the cake as far as lumberjack beards go. I’ve just got to post a pic here of me with him so you can see what a phenomenal beard he has grown. OMG!

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Somehow a spider got on my head

Somehow a spider got on my head.

Yeah, I thought I’d lead with that sentence just to let you know where this all is going.

I was working on my tent trailer this weekend, ripping down old curtains and sewing new ones when I decided to sit down and admire my handiwork.

All of a sudden I felt this tickle on my throat, like a bug was there or something.

I didn’t freak out, but I immediately reached up, grabbed the “bug” and threw it against the door of my tent trailer.

It bounced and landed on the steps out of my view.

“Please don’t let it be a spider…” I chanted mentally as I worked up the courage to check out what had been on me.

I leaned forward and saw this:

A big, fat, cream colored spider.

I nearly had a heart attack.

I wanted to burn the tent trailer to the ground to get rid of it.

My dad is the one who I attribute my arachnophobia to. He refused to kill the spiders in my room when I was young. Instead he’d trap them in a little baggie and shake the baggie in front of my face while I tried to hide from it.

Yeah, nice going Dad.

Anyhow, this spider I let run off. It took me 15 minutes to recover from the fact that this spider had probably been hitching a ride in my hair for some portion of the afternoon.

I’m still working on the tent trailer, but we came across a black widow on the outside of the trailer yesterday so I’m feeling a little skittish.

Try picturing me sleeping in this thing and not jumping at every little tickle and sensation I feel in my body.

Eeekk!