We are all poets May 1, 2013

A collection of poems for my son, my treasure, Khalil.

5
little golden boy, today you deserve a high 5
your love keeps me fully alive
each day you bring joy and thrive
the two of us just jive
like happy bees in a hive
into your big brown eyes I love to dive
happy happy birthday my precious boy of five

4
my dear son turning the big four
you are definitely not a bore
but your more, more, more
often tempts me to walk out the door
and make weird noises like a lion’s roar
leaving my body achy and sore (no more jaur!)
but it’s you the one that i madly cherish and adore
with you holding my hand i am forever rich, never poor
i love you infinitely from my deepest core

dream no little dreams, my dinosaur
to khalil-happyhappyfour!

Ode to Mila

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my dear mila, as you turn three
my wish for you is to be meltdown free
your heart full of hope and glee
awe and beauty around you to see
although you’re no longer so wee
my baby you will always be
love, daddy, bha and me

2
just the other day you were pinky and new
a fresh member in the former ARK crew
now you have arrived at the fun age of terrific 2
the time has come for you to go into the loo
to do your business; pee and poo
stay sweet and saucy, my little boo
brilliant and fearless, our family glue
you offer all of us a refreshing world view
as you turn the enchanting two
my precious jewel, know that we infinitely love you

Stay A Lover of Little Things

I started out my day reading this joyful post. Read it and be inspired too. http://www.dailygood.org/story/422/stay-a-lover-of-little-things-hannah-brencher/

No matter what big cities you go off to and big opportunities you are graced with, always take time to acknowledge the little things.Never give up on the things that make you smile, because smiling is one of the most important things we can do in this world.

Find time to just wander. With No Direction. No Plan. No Time Restrictions.

Look for beauty everywhere you go. The ladybugs on the windowsill. The sunflowers in the backyard. The skyscrapers in a new city. The faces of strangers and family alike.

Form family in every place. Form family by reaching out a hand to people who need to hold one, calling someone to brighten their day, giving up your time for others with no exasperation of ever needing to have those minutes repaid.

Leap. Leap High. Leap Far. Leap when you see the landing point. Leap when you see nothing but darkness.

It’s worth repetition: Stay a lover of little things. Spider Webs. Children Laughing. Band Aids. Light Weight Sneakers. Coins. Cheetos.

Refuse to keep your feelings bottled up: cry, scream, yell, stomp your feet, spit. Do whatever it takes to feel outside of your own mind.

Go to concerts. Dance on stage. Be the best damn tambourine player you can be. Have a crush on the lead singer.

Be unafraid of your heart: Whatever and whoever makes it beat. You could keep it sheltered forever if you please, but hearts become more versatile the more we use them. Better that we risk them breaking through good use rather than breaking them from never using them at all.

Wake up every day with the intention of painting something beautiful. Some days, you won’t feel like you have all the right colors. These days, borrow colors from others.

Carry a kazoo wherever you go. You will continually stumble across people who are having a birthday and are in need of a good song.

Aspire to be something wonderful. Something Remarkable. Every Single Day.

Don’t pay too much attention to all of the hubbub about ultraviolet rays. The sun is far too glorious to not let it kiss your face and plant freckles on your shoulders sometimes.

Drop everything. Absolutely everything. For a good friend in need.

Nothing in this world stops you from being an artist, a dancer, the best writer this world has ever seen. If anyone stops you, it is only yourself.

Counting Blessings. Don’t count calories too crazily. Count kisses (especially the forehead ones). Never ever worry about counting friends. Don’t count money before you have it.

Ask outlandish questions.You can tell a lot about a person by asking the question, “If you had one night to be any performer on stage, who would it be?”

Be good to people but don’t give them everything or every part of you. Especially if there is evidence that they may tamper with your heart.

Take long walks on the beach.

Walk sometimes instead of drive.

One last thing on walking, take time every day to walk outside of yourself. You will quickly find that the world does not revolve around you, and sorry to say, it never did.

And remember: Stay a lover of little things no matter how big your dreams may be. Stamps. Sonnets. Hot Chocolate. Dessert. Songs that read your soul. Tears of Joy. Tears, in general.

Home is not so much a noun as it is a cross between an adjective and a verb. Be home to someone. Hold close to those who feel like home.

Add something sequined, silver, or red to any outfit you wear out for a night. A silver bangle never fails, and patent red pumps are unstoppable at any age.

Write poems. Without rhyming or worry about iambic pentameter. Without judging them. Just write poems because they are groovy and we are all poets.

Make pet names with every letter of the alphabet. Leave no B, G, or E unused.

Start the morning quietly. When you step outside or get stuck in your dose of morning traffic, you will have wished you had that solitude.

Make your efforts big but remain little. No one likes a big head.

When you feel a pulling in your heart or a weight on your chest, don’t push off the feeling. Let it flood you, push you around, challenge you. Under pressure, diamonds are made. Welcome darkness and welcome change.

Never stop asking yourself, “What do I want to be when I grow up?”
Not everyone in life is going to care about you, your favorite breakfast foods, or your pet peeves. Don’t even try to make them. Just appreciate those who come into your life and do care.

Have coffee or tea in the morning. Or just something warm. Feel the warmth on your hands. Let it spread to your soul.

Don’t expect the world to understand all that you attempt to do. Your dreams will only fly if you first give them wings. And another thing, let the world think you are crazy. Crazy is good.

And never forget: Stay a lover of little things, above all else. Prayers. Pearls. Compliments. Movie Nights. Letters from Home…Home.

And those who believed in you first.

–by Hannah Brencher, Original Story, May 01, 2013

xoxo

50 Ways Ordinary People Reached World-Class (Robin Sharma) April 19, 2013

Now THIS is a list:

1. Know what you want. Clarity is power. And vague goals promote vague results.
2. Remember that every problem has a solution. Maybe you just can’t see it. Yet.
3. In this Age of Dramatic Distraction, the performer who focuses the best wins the most.
4. Before someone will help you, you need to help them.
5. Become the most passionate person you know. It’ll be contagious.
6. Know more about your craft/the work you do than anyone who has ever done the work you do…in the history of the world.
7. Join The 5 am Club. Your most valuable hours are 5am-8am. They have the least interruptions.
8. Devote yourself to learning something new about your field of mastery every day. Success belongs to the relentless learners. Because as you know more, you can achieve more.
9. Remember that when you transform your fitness, you’ll transform your business.
10. Don’t check your mobile when you’re meeting with another person. It’s rude. And rude people don’t reach world-class.
11. Every time you do what scares you, you take back the power that you gave to the thing that scared you. And so you become more powerful.
12. A problem is only a problem if you make the choice to see it as a problem.
13. Stop being a victim. Your business and personal life was made by you. No one else is responsible. To make it better, make better choices. And new decisions.
14. You can lead without a title. Don’t wait to get a position to stand for excellence, peak quality and overdelivery on every expectation.
15. Find your own style. Be an original. Every superstar differentiated themselves from The Herd. And marched to their own drumbeat.
16. Understand that when you play small with your success, you betray your potential. And the birthright you were born under.
17. Eat less food and you’ll get more done.
18. As you become more successful, stay really really hungry. Nothing fails like success. Because when you’re successful, it’s easy to stop outlearning+outOverDelivering+outthinking and outexecuting everyone around you. (Success is Beautiful. And dangerous).
19. If you’re not overprepared, you’re underprepared.
20. The only level of great manners to play at is “Exceedingly Polite”. In our world, this alone will make you a standout. And differentiate you in your marketplace.
21. Remember that the moment you think you’re a Master, you lose your Mastery. And the minute you think you know everything, you know nothing.
22. To double your results, double your level of execution.
23. Invest in your personal and pro development. All superstars do.
24. You don’t get lucky. You create lucky.
25. When you push through a difficult project, you don’t get to the other side. You reach The Next Level.
26. Smile. And remember to inform your face.
27. Spend time in solitude every day. Your best ideas live there.
28. Debrief on how you lived out your day every night in a journal. This will not only record your personal history, it will make you uber-clear on what you’re doing right and what needs to be improved.
29. If you’re not being criticized a lot, you’re not doing very much. Ridicule is the price of ambition.
30. Develop a monomaniacal focus on just a few things. The secret to productivity is simplicity.
31. To get the results very few people have, be strong enough to do what very few people are willing to do.
32. Rest. Recover. It’ll make you stronger.
33. Buy a smaller TV and build a larger library.
34. Remember that the bigger the goal, the stronger a person you must become to achieve that goal. So goal-achieving is a superb practice for character-building.
35. Food fuels your body. Learning feeds your mind.
36. Don’t ask for respect. Earn it.
37. Finish what you start. And always end strong.
38. Breathe.
39. In business, don’t play to survive. Play to win.
40. Protect your good name. It’s your best asset.
41. Remember that words have power. Use the language of leadership versus the vocabulary of a victim.
42. Give more than you take. The marketplace rewards generosity.
43. Know that if it’s not messy, you’re not making progress.
44. Be a hero to a kid.
45. In business, aim for iconic. Go for legendary. Make history by how awesome you are at what you do.
46. Please don’t confuse activity with productivity. Many many people are simply busy being busy.
47. Your doubts are liars. Your fears are traitors. Stop buying the goods they are attempting to sell you.
48. The best anti-aging remedy in the world is working really hard.
49. World-Class performers have no plan B. Failure just isn’t an option.
50. You have the power to change the world—one brave act and one person at a time. Please use it.

My first post in a very very long time… March 19, 2013

I’ve had my ups and downs. Highs and lows and I can definitely attest that this year, today, this moment,  is my time. I am on the up-swing. I feel energetic and hopeful. Optimistic and excited about the future.

Rewind a year ago, and I was a complete mess. Things had taken a sudden downward  and depressing spiral. So, the thing that happens to me when I am at my very best is this…I start to write, dream, set goals, sign up for classes, make vacation plans. In short, I make lists. Lots of them. I live with the philosophy that if I write it down, it will get done. This method of motivation has proven successful to me over the years. I have learned through professional help how to make my lists more efficient and how to prioritize my list (use an A, B, C, D rating-not everything can be A and a lot of the time the things on your D list just need to be removed as they are not important enough).

So, here my beloved readers (are they any of you out there?) is my list of goals for 2013. Many of them are already in progress. This week marks Navroz, my new year, which is observed on the first day of Spring. This day represents renewal, rebirth and new beginnings. So I find it fitting to post my new year’s goals here:

-learn to swim (I am ready to start this lifelong goal in July. It’s a must have life-skill for all parents but especially me who has young kids and loves to travel. Besides, I am a Pisces so it’s in my DNA.)

-do a headstand (this is relatively new goal inspired by a recent hot Vinyasa yoga class. If not this year, in 2014 I am hoping to complete this goal.)

-pursue new opportunities (It’s a totally wide and open statement but I really feel like it’s my year for some big changes. I will keep you all posted.)

-Start to write my children’s book  (I have a great title and concept which I can’t share right now but need more time with the process. I am hoping to start this project in the summer/fall.)

-visit PEI or Halifax + San Fran (plans are already in motion for these trips that I have been dreaming about for a long time. So excited to check these off my bucket list!)

-continue hot yoga once a week (I have been practicing since October with my hot girlfriends. It’s not something I thought I would like or embrace and I have to admit, I do feel like leaving after the first 10 minutes but then I stick around and relish in it. It makes me feel stronger physically and emotionally and is a great once a week healer.)

-take a Bollywood Zumba class (We have an instructor, a lot of interested participants and we are just looking for space. Doesn’t this sound super fun?)

-learn to cook 3 things well (ahem. this has been on my list year after year. Will this be THE year for finally embracing and liking cooking? Only time will tell.)

-Go to Columbia U  (I have signed up and registered.  All smiles!)

-take a course at Harvard (let’s see if this dream comes true too)

-take a photoshop course (I am going next week to hone up my skills)

-enhance my financial literacy (I feel comfortable in most conversations with all kinds of people. I know a little about a lot of different subject areas to get by on but I really don’t know how to talk about money that well. I also can’t talk hair-long bangs, layering techniques). I just don’t have the lingo down yet.

-lose 15-20 pounds (this is without doubt, the toughest thing on my list to check off. work is in progress, progress is slow but steady and I need to remain on track. Wish me luck!)

-go to more live musical shows (I wanna scream and shout and let it all out. Tonight, I am going to the Rihanna concert and hoping that this year is full of concert opportunities)

You know the song, right? She’s just a girl…SHE’S ON FIRE. That’s me.  

Time to e-read April 28, 2011

I am a book lover. I love the smell, feel, taste (no– not taste silly!) of books. My dream is to have wall to wall bookshelves with a stylish ladder. I dream of books. I live for books. When my brother and I were little we nothing to do so we read every single book in our school library. Seriously.

I have been resistent to e-readers for sometime but ironically enough I own two. When the first edition of the Kobo was released my brother was generous enough to give me his. He happily passed it to me because he had a newly aquired Ipad in his hands. I didn’t touch it. I had too many books to go through first so put Kobo1 on hold. In January, my girlfriends and I went to the Marliyn Denis show and lo and behold one the segments was on the different e-readers on the market. I could smell the giveaway in the air. Soon after my intitution and TV savviness was proven right as we were all rewarded with a Kobo e-reader. I was delighted and excited with K2. Sadly enough, it has been sitting in its’ box for the last few months but I finally pulled it out yesterday. The time has come. I will never give up real books but there is so much material out there that I like to read but really don’t need to keep. It’s a great commuting tool for me to keep in my purse. It’s great for bigger trips too on the plane and with the kids. It’s light and comes preloaded with 100 classics. So, I am taking the brave step today, figuring out my new reading toy and hopefully, will be e-reading tomorrow on the GO train.

As for some of my 2011 reads I have had a few great ones in a row:
The Lucky Sperm Club by Rebecca Eckler Pure silly entertainment. Right book at the right time. Dare I admit, Eckler’s writing has gotten better over the years.

Midnight at the Dragon Cafe by Judy Fong I found this book on the street. My friend Anne Marie who works for TPL was giving copies away as part of the One Book Community Read 2011 campaign. Lucky me. Raw. Haunting in some ways.

Still Alice by Lisa Genova I’ve started this book twice before but couldn’t find it until recently. It was tucked under one my kid’s stroller. I was so happy to reunite with it and finish it. Worth all the praise. Intelligent. Emotional. Everyone needs to read this book.

On the outside looking Indian by Rupinder Gill Was so excited to read this. It started out so funny and entertaining and I could totally relate but I tired of it quickly. It would have been better as a long essay as opposed to a book. Found it repetitive and flat towards the end. It’s too long to sustain its’ initial humour. Also, I think the author was a little too tough on her parents. It’s not an Indian thing as well but more of a shared immigrant thing…

Can’t wait for more books-real and e-in 2011.

Someone else’s how-to-parent lessons in 25 simple steps

Thought this was extra special. Taken from Jen from Supersisters at PBS Parents

1. Silly string really is worth the unjustifiable purchase when you’re being lobbied hard in the store.

2. Nothing good can come from leaving the cake batter unattended, even for one minute.

3. Your example will be followed faster than your rules.

4. If you always say yes, it’s probably time to say no.

5. If you always lean towards no, say yes.

6. Your intuition is a better guide than everyone else’s opinion of how you should do it.

7. There’s nothing like dancing in the living room to get everybody in a better mood.

8. Kids never stop needing you at bedtime, and it’s never about the extra glass of water.

9. No matter what they say or how they act, your kids really know you care.

10. There’s no such thing as too much time playing outside.

11. Regular bathing is way overrated.

12. Regular haircuts, however, do something mysteriously good for self-esteem and sometimes self-control.

13. Playing together is just as important as eating right and going to bed on time.

14. Your kids are on your side, willing to comply, more than you know.

15. Being tough is important, but you have to know how and when.

16. Mistakes will be forgiven.

17. Your presence is more important than any opportunity you could provide.

18. Kids aren’t the only ones with too much screen time.

19. How you handle your own relationship troubles will teach your kids how to handle theirs.

20. No one is too old to be snuggled.

21. Listening is the most powerful way to get through to your kids, no matter what’s going on.

22. If you buy the big thing of bubble stuff, it will get spilled in the first five minutes.

23. Without a doubt, a big cardboard box is the best gift they’ll ever get, no matter what the age.

24. Telling stories about yourself at their same ages is an endless source of delight, especially if you tell the ones where you got it all wrong trying to get it all right.

25. Committing to your own personal growth and well-being reassures kids and creates a safe space for them to tackle their own challenges, without worrying about yours.

A Tribute to Mila, Love Mom April 11, 2011

Happy Sweet 16(month)!
I can’t believe that I haven’t posted anything about my sweet little girl Mila here. My beloved radiant daughter who turned 16 months today is nothing like the girl I imagined or hoped for….she is better. Not a stereotypical girl in the least. She can keep up with the big boys. She is fierce, confident, fearless, unstoppable and so damn cute I want to eat her up. Definitely a wild child, she is so entertaining. Watch her and you will be mesmerized in her quick action problem solving techniques and she will have you laughing in sitches within minutes. She scurries around like a mouse (she went from crawling straight to running, skipping over the walking stage) looking for a piece of the action everywhere she goes. I am so in love with her. From the moment she was born, she has been a shining light for me. She is joy to this world. She is playful, so smart she actually scares me, a do-er, girly in so many ways—her bright beautiful eyes, her wild untameable hair… Her ability to care and love blows me away. And, she is a dancing machine. The girl has some amazing moves and natural rhythm. I have very little tolerance for stereotypical gender roles. I have always thought the world needs softer boys/men and tougher girls/women and I am so immensely proud that my children represent that. Her capacity to love is immeasurable. A curious cat about everything. A doting sister she is obsessed with her big brother. He is her world. She is a good eater, good sleeper, just a good person—the world is truly a better place with her presence in it. I can’t wait to grow old with her on my side. She is my best friend in the making. Hands down, the spunkiest girl I know.

I’m a working mom because it’s best for me

I LOVELOVELOVE this article. Stolen from the Facts & Arguments pages of the Globe. Except for a few minor details, I could have written it but I didn’t. Kudos to Christina Totter. I hear ya, sista!

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/parenting/parenting-facts-and-arguments/im-a-working-mom-because-its-best-for-me/article1970465/

It’s happening soon. Armed with subway tokens, I’ll be returning to work after my second and likely last maternity leave. In doing so, I’ve committed to the working-mom side of the so-called mommy wars – the debate between moms who work and moms who stay at home over which choice is best. Best for the kids, best for the family, best for the world.

I struggled and obsessed over this decision for months. I feel sick at the thought of turning my youngest, Camille, over to daycare where she will start growing up without me, even though a couple of years ago I survived the same transition with her three-year-old brother Darien. And I’m harbouring guilt fuelled by the fact that we could get by, albeit meagerly, on my husband’s salary alone. So I don’t even have the excuse of needing the extra money to support my family.

My choice to go back to work boiled down to a couple of factors. To begin with, I love my job. I’m a hydrogeologist and for the past couple of years, I’ve worked in an amazing position where I get to think about science all day. As I approach middle age, it’s become apparent to me that few people feel this way about their careers. Most people I know seem to work to live, and while I’m far from living to work, I enjoy my work. I like solving the problems that cross my desk every day and I value the opportunity to exercise my brain in a different way than I do at home.

The second reason I decided to go back to work was that I struggle with postpartum depression. With Darien it was mild and lasted only a few weeks. With Camille, I almost derailed. The depression came on almost seven months after she was born. It was September and we’d had a fantastic summer. I don’t know if it was the shorter days, the threat of being indoors more or something else, but suddenly I went from being okay to crying for hours. I felt incapable of taking care of my kids.

Fortunately, a fabulous psychiatrist and antidepressants got me back on track and now keep me healthy. But the truth is that when I start to wean off the medication, I know I will need the added distraction and mental stimulation of work to be successful.

Finally, I don’t think I’m a particularly understanding or attentive mother. Probably because I’m not particularly understanding or attentive to people in general. But I’m pretty sure these characteristics are mandatory for a full-time parent. I don’t need to look beyond a recent morning for an example. Within half an hour of waking up, I lost my cool and shouted at my son: “Darien! Stop telling me what to do!” Meanwhile, Camille threw up a sticker.

My outburst at Darien was prompted by a tirade of demands after I outfitted him in a smart sweater and corduroy pants. I managed to dress him entirely without his knowledge by hypnotizing him with the TV. Evidently, this ensemble wasn’t cool enough for him. Upon his return to reality after shutting off Bob the Builder, the screams of “Get my shirt with the motorcycle! Get it now!” led me over the edge.

And the sticker? Camille managed to suck that off the carpet and ingest it while I was distracted by trying to speed-read a few pages of my book. And this is business as usual at our place.

While my reasons for going back to work seem reasonable to me, I feel an intense despair when I think of what I will be giving up. One day I spent 45 minutes watching Camille discover a new book, investigating it by smashing it on the floor and licking it, then becoming quite irate when she inadvertently shoved it under the couch.

I could spend hours rolling around on the ground with my kids, listening to Darien’s emerging thoughts and ideas and rocking them both to sleep. I hate the idea of losing this closeness and seeing them for only a couple of hours on weekdays and on weekends.

With Darien, I was comfortable with going back to work after a year of maternity leave. I couldn’t understand why a woman would choose to be a full-time mom. I also felt like stay-at-home moms judged those of us who worked, like we were selfish or careless parents.

Looking back, I think my confidence was partly because I knew my situation was temporary and I’d be pregnant again in the near future. This time, I feel completely different. Maybe I’ve matured as a person or maybe it’s the antidepressants (more probable), but I clearly see both sides. I desperately want to be both a stay-at-home mom and a working mom. But for me, the scales are tipped ever so slightly in favour of going to work.

I now take offence to the whole concept of the mommy wars. As mothers, we have the most scrutinized and criticized profession in the world. Entire books are dedicated to convincing us that no matter what we are doing, we are doing it wrong and our children will be forever scarred by our ineptitude.

The way I see it, moms have to stick together – whether at home or at work. The entire debate over what is better for the kids is ridiculous. Interesting, intelligent, productive adults have been raised by both working and stay-at-home moms. The kids will be fine regardless. We moms need it to be okay to make the decision about us – what works best for us and our families. No matter what our choices regarding employment, we have plenty more in common than not.

So what do you say ladies – truce?

Christina Trotter lives in Toronto.

Why I love my husband March 8, 2011

*Note to self-please consult this list during conflicting times.

This is a list of the many reasons (not all) that Aly is the one for me. Only some examples of the extraordinary husband, father and man he is.

1) After 15+ years in the corporate world, he left to pursue a career in the non-profit sector where he is making a huge impact and difference in the lives of kids
2) On his last birthday and only a few days before his daughter was born, he made a steadfast decision to lose weight. He lost 40 pounds and began his journey during one stressful, life-altering week where emotions were high
3) On a particularly rough day during my first maternity leave where I hadn’t had the chance to pee or eat, the doorbell rang. There was a delivery for me from Swiss Chalet. Guess who had a ordered a hearty healthy lunch for me?
4) He is my personal shopper and stylist. In fact, he knows my style and what will look good on me and fit me well better than I do.
5) As much as he is my children’s father, he is their mother too. He is an equal parent in everyway. It is his name that the children call out in the middle of the night
6) He is the anchor for his family. The go to guy with a idea or question
7) His proposal to me. Intimate, creative and soulful.
8 My gift on my 30th birthday-a trip to Hawaii.
9) His spontaneous adventurous spirit. He does not take the same path anywhere. He has shortcuts and a knack for discovering the unknown. He is the guy if craving a certain slice of pizza on College Street will go from our house in Richmond Hill and go get that slice. He keeps life exciting.
10) He is a morning person
11) His impeccable sense of timing. Always on time, if not early for pick ups etc
12) His great fashion sense
13) He was/is commonly referred to as a metrosexual before the word was even invented. He loves shopping, fashion, spas, pedicures, poetry…
14) He writes me love poems
15) His time has come. In his 40’s he is totally blossoming.
16) His passion for golf
17) He has always done the laundry me and now for all of us. He also cleans.
18) It’s kinda endearing how scared of bugs he is.
19) His surprising unexpected public speaking skills. Wish he used them more
20) His quiet charm has won him some definite perks at Starbucks and the Dr’s office. He has a way with people.
21) He has introduced me to some of the best TV of my life (Lost, Entourage etc). Insisted I would like the shows if I gave them a chance. So grateful I did.
22) The love note he tapped on the washroom mirror on that random Saturday morning
23) Never loses his cool-Zenmaster

Things that drive me nuts about the same man I just put up on a pedestal:
1) He is a morning person
2) The way he laughed at me during my labour with Mila is simply unforgiveable
3) That he thinks I am a bad driver
4) He is impulsive
5) His neat-freakness
6) He is obsessed with cars-I have know him for 10 years now and he has had more than 10 cars in that time. Every year, this guy gets the car itch. Drives me nuts.
7) His obsession with golf
8 His obsession with everything shiny and new. Typical guy in that sense. The stories I can tell you. What he did to get his hands on the Iphone4 during it’s impossible to get stage is ridiculous.
9) The amount of shoes and jackets he owns is just greedy.
10) He snores
11) He doesn’t fold up the dirty diapers and dispose of them right away. Yuck.
12) He challenges me to be better. Can’t he just accept me with all my horrible faults? 🙂