It’s Father’s Day.  I would be remiss if I didn’t take time today to share some thankful thoughts about dads.

Dads are amazing.

Without dads in my life, my education would be incomplete.  There would be huge gaps in what I know.  The lessons I learned at the hands of dads make me a better mom.

My dad taught me to spit.

Not a little dribble down the chin or a discreet “lady spit” into a tissue.  Nope, those wouldn’t do.  My dad took the time to teach me how to spit a watermelon seed across the yard.  He taught me to make that spit fly several feet out the car window instead of landing somewhere on the car.

Hey, I was eight.  It was a big deal.

As a mom, I’m blessed that there are manly men in own children’s lives that took time to teach them the manly art of spitting.  My husband (their dad) handles that department.  But — because my own dad taught me all about spitting long ago, I’m an appreciative audience.  I can tell you…

Man salad.  This is a salad that a man could love, not some frilly girly salad.

It features steak, the flavors of buffalo wings, and fried onions.

According to hubby, the fried onions add just the right touch of “unhealthy” to make it enjoyable to eat a salad for dinner (and the baby spinach provides enough nutrition to make up for it).

He was thrilled with the flavors and textures, and pronounced it a satisfying all-in-one dinner.

It’s Five Minute Friday, hosted by Lisa-Jo Baker at The Gypsy Mama.  Five minutes of free writing flash mob goodness.

If you aren’t familiar, the rules are simple.  Lisa-Jo Baker gives a single word writing prompt every Friday.   Each of us have five minutes to write and post.  No editing, no second guessing, no fancy stuff.  Just plain writing – straight from the heart. (click HERE for the official rules and details).  Then we go visit other participants and shower them with comment love.

Last week, the word was FALL

This week, the word is LISTEN.

You know how I feel about laundry. Like most of you, I spend a lot of time and energy loathing laundry.  It gives me comfort to know I’m not alone.

It got me thinking about how we all treat laundry as if it’s this ongoing battle, and how we sometimes declare an all-out war on the pile of dirty laundry that is running our lives.

What would it look like to lose that war?

Top 10 signs I’ve lost the war on laundry

I’ve been on vacation since the start of June, so I’m a little late to the Old School Blogging party. I was blissfully unaware until Crystal of MommiFried tagged me in her post. She was tagged by Kim of Co-Pilot Mom,  The whole thing is being hostessed Elaine of The Miss Elaine-ous Life and Jennifer of Jennifer P. Williams.

In theory, this is old school blogging at it’s finest.

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