The North Dakota Coxes (Four of us left)

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Happy Birthday to my man - and Happy Father's Day to all you wonderful Dads!!

Tim did the dishes Sunday night. For those of you who get cleanup help in the kitchen all the time and think that's not worth mentioning, I'm here to tell you it is. Because Tim was one of those husbands who had certain roles that he fulfilled, and the rest were -- well, best left to the wife. He does so much, inside and out, that dishes (one thing he never volunteered for) were not something I ever asked him to help with. He has often helped with general cleanup, in the kitchen and everywhere else, and he's a way better cook than me. But actually loading the dishwasher or washing dishes was a little like folding girls' panties for him: someone else's job.
So why am I telling you this? To acknowledge that he is a work in progress, and every year is a little better. He's 54 on June 18, and I have lived with him for 31 of those years; they haven't all been perfect for either of us. But as we also celebrate Father's Day on Sunday (he gets the two biggies back to back every year), I just wanted to use this space to tell the world (or the few people in it who stop by here on occasion) that I feel very grateful for the goofy, hard-working, duty-bound, creative, honorable, and yes, loving man that is the father of our awesome children, grandpa to our incredible grandies, and just TOO SEXY FOR THIS BLOG - TOO SEXY FOR THAT SONG -- TOO SEXY FOR US ALL!

Monday, June 15, 2009


What will happen to Tim and me when we have no more crazy, fun, energetic, ridiculous teens around to make us laugh, push our buttons, and keep life fun?? The possibilities include mushrooms, green peppers and nuts in our food again, but I hope we don't shrivel into sad-faced, dried-apple looking codgers who can't find anything and argue about whose turn it is to say the prayer. ;-? In the meantime, enjoy a tiny sample of the escapades of Supercharged, Sassy Suzie (her friend Taylor is on the tractor with her)and Misaligned, Magnetic Mel-- as different as any two of our daughters could be; but this morning when I went to wake them up they (who have separate rooms) were practically asleep on top of each other. Translation: they are best buds, whether they want to admit it or not.