Posts tagged: Warner McGee
Today Warner and I have been married for 16 years! And while I’m not 100% certain just yet, I’m thinking of renewing the contract for yet another year. So what, you ask, makes this guy so great? Well, thanks for asking. Since this is FIVE things Friday and not a bajillion things Friday I’ll have to trust that you know there are way more than 5 blogworthy things about this man I call mine.
1. Makes me laugh – One thing I can say about Warner is that he always has a way of coaxing a smile out of me no matter how pissy I feel. As he always tells Jacob, “You gotta keep ‘em laughing.”
2. He can bring home the bacon and do the laundry! – How many men do you know that do the laundry and load the dishwasher without being asked? Warner always does that. He even cleans the bathrooms! And no, I have never hired him out, but I’m not beyond negotiating. Cash only.
3. He believes in my words – Warner has always told me to follow my dreams. He has always given me the space I need to make those dreams happen. His question has always been, “What can I do to help?”
4. He’s the geek to my nerd – What better match is there? He’s mister technology (he draws on the computer!), and I’m the word girl. He has helped me so much get this whole Moxie Momma up and running. If I have a question, he usually has the answer. I got the words – he’s got the pictures!
5. He’s got a soul patch – I don’t mean this in a metaphorical kind of way – my guy’s got that little hair square on his chin. And it’s really kind of cute.
If you know Warner….tell me what you think is so great about him. And if you don’t then head on over to his site and introduce yourself.
This is an extra special post for an extra special guy. Today is my husband Warner’s birthday. And I’d like to take a moment to welcome him to a club that I have been a member of for a little over two years – the “F” club. As a member of the “F” club you are entitled to an unlimited supply of joints, uh, I mean achy joints, although the other kind would probably ease some of the pain of being inducted as a member.
As an “F” club member you can look forward to other benefits such as the distinguished graying hair of a true gentleman, never being asked for your id when you purchase grown-up “juice”, the ability to rise slowly and with great drama from circle time at your child’s school, thus forcing the hot, young teachers to ask if they can help you sir, the pleasure of being your own percussion section as your bones creak and your joints pop in rhythm with your stride.
Yes, these and more await you in the “F” club. A few exclusive members, like myself, have even received the highest honor – the title of Weatherbone.
So Warner, I hereby declare you an official member of the “F” club. Happy birthday, Mister Man…I’ve been waiting for you.
Okay you Moxie readers gather round. As many of you know I am writing a book. I’m nearly done with the second draft and will begin looking for an agent at some point in the not too distant future. If you know anything about the publishing business, then you’ve probably heard that I need to have a platform. At first I had no idea what this was. I’m thinking clunky shoes? An elevated deck of sorts? Nope, it’s a bit more complicated than a trip to Shoe Carnival or Home Depot. It’s basically something that says to the agent, “Yeah, I’m a writer and yeah people think I might just have something to say so you should tuck me under your little agent wings and fly me to the nearest publishing house because I am certain to make you enough money to buy that second home in Maui.” Or something like that.
So here’s what I need from you. If you like what I write and if you want your Moxie on a regular basis, and if you want to show me a little love then please subscribe via email to Moxie Momma. I’ve installed a spiffy plug-in on the right of this page that will allow you to do it with ease. For those of you who are previous subscribers by RSS or some other way I have no clue about, please consider signing up to have your daily (well, mostly) kick in the sass delivered right to your inbox. And if you want to spread the Moxie love then tell your friends.
And here’s what you could get in return. Not only will you receive unadulterated Moxie, you will also automatically be entered in a drawing for a framed, full-color, professional caricature of you, someone you love, or someone you hate and want to make fun of, by the infamous Warner McGee. I will choose the winner at random this Sunday. For an even better chance to win you’ll receive another entry if you tweet this post using the button at the bottom of this post and add #moxiecaricaturegiveaway in your Tweet. You can also Facebook (yeah, it’s a verb) this post using the button at the bottom for yet another chance to win. Just be sure to leave me a comment on this post letting me know if you’ve Tweeted or Facebooked me!
It’s that time of the year again. Time to clear out the freezer to make room for those heavenly sugarlumptious cookies we all know and love – the blessed Samoa. If you’re like me you can and usually do eat your weight in them. Heck, I could probably eat my family’s combined weight in them in one caramel gorge fest. But whose counting, right?
And since they only come out to play once a year I often buy in bulk and freeze those little bastards so I can consume them at will. And, oh I will!
In the past I have even gone so far as to rearrange the freezer goods so that I can hide my stash away from the greedy little sugar snipers who think that because they are blood-related they are due a portion of my cookie estate. Sorry kids, these are momma’s cookies and woe be to you if one of my precious cookies goes AWOL.
But as the weather gets warmer and the clothes start to get more revealing, I wonder could it be that the belly that has invaded my jeans is a direct result of my unabashed Samoa consumption? As a test of the EBS (Emergency Bikini System) I have decided to toss my cookies and bypass the bliss in favor of a different kind of happy come summertime.
But just because I’ve decided not to get my cookie on, doesn’t mean that the cookie pushers are giving it a rest. It’s as if these patched up perky scouts who taunt me in front of Walmart know that my resolve to run in real quick-like and just get the Splenda and Pull-ups is easily shaken by dangling that purple cookie box in front of me like it’s my reward for changing 7 diapers (2 of which were bio-hazards), cleaning up cat vomit from 5 different places including my pink satin pillowcase, and retrieving 4 dried up cat poop nuggets from the laundry room floor right next to my Leopard print Victoria Secret bra. I kid you not.
But if I can forgo getting my cookie on this year, maybe, just maybe, I’ll lose that middle place I like to call my belly sugar, and maybe, just maybe I’ll buy that bikini my husband insists would look great on me, or maybe I’ll just belly up to the friendly purple box, take a big whiff and forget about everything else as I shove me some sugar down the cookie hole. After all, I only get the chance to do this once a year!
P.S. Apparently, the Scouts have renamed my favorite cookie Caramel Delights. I like Samoa better because it’s just more fun to say, “Give me Some Moa!”
And finally here’s my giveaway teaser:
My wonderful husband,the ever-so-talented Warner McGee, has offered to help me sponsor Moxie Momma’s first of many giveaways. Warner is a commercial illustrator extraordinaire and has done work for Sesame Street, Nickelodeon, and Crayola to name a few. He has agreed to do a color caricature drawing of one very moxie reader. This would be a great gift for someone and will come framed and ready to hang. Just to get you all excited about it you can visit his site here.
Stay tuned. I will be posting the details for the contest within the next few days.