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Father’s Day . . . more of the same

Two years ago I posted about Tyler on Father’s Day.  Nothing much has changed about my feelings toward him.  I updated a couple of facts to make it fit who we are now.  So here’s the post from 2010.  I can’t say it any better . . . . .

 

About 2 years into our marriage, I got the baby itch.  Well, I guess a more accurate description would be an all-consuming rash.  I wanted a baby and I wanted one NOW.  And even at the tender age of 25, if I would have had one doubt about my husband’s ability to be a committed husband and father, I never would have had a child with him.  I knew Tyler would make a great dad.  And he has . . . . . here are a couple of pictures from the two days he became a daddy.

Tyler had been a dad about 12 hours at this point.

And now he was a dad to a little girl.

If you’re observant, you’ll notice him sleeping with both the kids in the hospital.  There was no sleeping in the plastic crib when Dad was around.  When Amber was a few hours old I told him it was okay to put her in the crib.  He said, “There will be none of that.”  He freaked out one of the nurses (who was also a dear friend) because when she came in she couldn’t find Amber.

Over the past 16+ years, little has changed.  He’s never missed an opportunity to hold his kids.  And now that they’re older, he can’t physically hold them all the time.  But I know he holds them with his prayers.

He holds them with his ability to talk heart to heart with them.

He holds them when I have come to the end of the rope and have not a single, rational thought after dealing with two teenagers all day.

He holds them by initiating family game nights.

He holds them by having family devotions.

He holds them by his loving example of a servant of Christ.

Believe me when I say our family is a miracle.  As screwed up as Tyler and I have been over the years, we’ve only managed to slightly screw up our children.  And now that we have found our way to being healthy and whole, it floods out of our children.

And that’s all because one man was humble enough to change everything for his family.

So he could hold us better.

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They’re Real! Mascara by Benefit

Okay, I love this stuff.  I rarely blog about makeup, but this stuff is the bomb.  I even took the time to take pictures to thrill you with.  Since that took so long, I decided not to edit them.  Sorry.  You should still be able to see the detail.

The first picture is me with no mascara on.  My lashes aren’t thin so it’s not like I need a super duper mascara.  I just want one.

The next photo is of the mascara I was wearing before.  It’s Falsies by Maybelline.  If you click on the link, do not believe that your lashes will look like those on the website.  Not possible.  This mascara is pretty good . . no real complaints.

So it’s not the greatest picture and my eye shadow?  Ick.  But you can sort of tell (if you look really, really hard) that the Falsies lengthens and curls the lashes.  But now for the star of the show . . . .

I love it.  I love the definition and the curl as you can see in the next picture.

(Please pretend not to notice the bags under my eyes.)  I waited to post this until I had worn the mascara a few times.  It doesn’t smudge, run, etc.  I wore it to a high school graduation where I bawled through almost the whole thing.  The bottom lashes took the brunt of my tears and Kleenex, but the upper lashes stayed just perfectly.  I wouldn’t say this is waterproof, but smudge-proof?  Oh yeah!!!

So do yourself a favor and run out and buy some.  You won’t be disappointed.

P.S.  Benefit has no idea I exist.  I bought this myself after hearing rave reviews about it and just wanted to share with everyone.

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A sad tale of woe. Not really.

Since I’m sitting here recovering from my physical therapy session, I thought I’d fill you all in on just how I got to this point.  I’m sure you’re dying to know.

In college, I had a bad rollerskating accident that put me on crutches for a couple of weeks.  I hyper-extended my right knee in a less than graceful fashion.  Fast forward to 2007 and the knee started bothering me big time.  A month or so after the flare up, I dismounted a horse improperly.  That put me in the emergency room and an MRI tube.  One doctor told me it was arthritis, another said scar tissue.   The pain has gotten better over the years but never left.

Fast forward to 2012 and I’m actually training to run a 5K.  Yes, run!  It’s been a goal of mine for years, but one I never seriously attacked until my recent 45 pound weight loss.  The race is the day before my birthday and I was getting extremely excited.  The only problem was that my knee was bothering me and that was not leaving me extremely excited.  I decided to do something about it and finally got into physical therapy last week.

My therapist is as cute and as sweet as a Disney princess.  That should have been my first clue not to trust her.  The big thing she told me is that I have to stop running for 6-8 weeks.  Not that what I was doing could technically be considered running, but still. In fact, she wanted me to give up the treadmill altogether for that time frame.  Needless to say I was bummed.  She said riding a bike would be fine.  The problem with that is that my bike bothered my knee so badly a few years ago that I got mad and sold it.

My sweet husband got me a membership at the Marshall Center so I can ride the stationary bikes there.  I like it, but I’m still bummed a little bit.  However, they run 5K’s around here pretty much year ’round so I should be able to do one in September or October.

Today was my second PT appointment and the Disney princess kicked my butt.  She smiled and sweetly said, “Well, you might be sore tomorrow.”  Might be sore????  I’ll be thankful just to get out of bed in the morning.  I’m hopeful that all of this is going to help my knee and I’ll be able to get back on my treadmill again without (or with much reduced) pain.  I can’t wait to post a blog about the first 5K I run!

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