It’s the return of Welcome Wednesday! I’m so excited to be bringing this feature back to the blog, as I love giving bloggers a chance to introduce themselves to my wonderful readers!
To start things off, today I’d like to Welcome Mike from The Moral of The Story Is. A few weeks back I responded to his post on Triberr, asking for guest bloggers and here we are. Mike’s blog features posts about something he has learned in his life and ends with “The moral of the story is…”. Some of his posts are funny, others are thought provoking, and all great reads.
I can’t say Mike and I go way back, but let me tell you, after reading his site and his post below, he now has a fan for life. Please give Mike a warm welcome to iab and then after reading his guest post, be sure to stop by The Moral of The Story Is and don’t forget to “like” him on facebook! You’ll be glad you did!
Also I was lucky enough to write a guest post for The Moral. If you didn’t get a chance to read it yet, you can do so here.
Hear Ye, Hear Ye, The Moral of The Story Is proudly guest posts on insignificant at best. What am I here for? Shameless self promotion of course. I kid, I kid. Lisa and I have swapped emails and are excited about the opportunity to each guest post on the other’s blog. Keep your eyes tuned in the future to see when she will be visiting The Moral. The most obvious question is: What is the Moral of the Story is, and what can it add to this blog?
The Moral is a collection of life experiences, from others and from me. Like it or not, life tends to give us a moral to the story with each of our experiences. My blog enjoys sharing the stories and the lessons learned from each of these moments. Some are funny, some are heartfelt, and some are borderline crude, but that’s been my life and my experiences. I offer no apologies for what I’ve done. Just an honest account of where I’ve been and what I’ve learned. Join me as I share my experiences and feel free to get in touch if you have a moral you’d like to share as well.
The second part of the question I posed in the first paragraph was: what can I add to this blog? That one kind of stumped me. I wasn’t sure how I would fit in with “Fingernail woes” and I have no idea what a “Hydrating Spa System” is. I would have thought it was something used to water flowers in the yard before I read the article. I like John Wayne & Clint Eastwood movies. I’m more comfortable with throwing F’ bombs than I am talking about my feelings. I work hard at my job, take care of the yard and slap my wife on the butt. Now before you click away and decide I’m a pig, I share all of that for a reason. Just hang in there with me a little while longer before you decide I’m a jerk.
I’m also my wife’s G.B.F. Yes, I know G.B.F. is short for Gay Best Friend. Let me explain. My wife doesn’t wear makeup often. She rarely shops for herself. She’s happier in sweats and a t shirt than cocktail dresses. I’ve never seen her wear a shoe with more than a 2 inch heel. That just isn’t her style. Yet, there are those times when we have to doll up and add some style for a night. Who’s there every time to give my wife the right advice when it’s time to polish up for a night out? Me.
I remember a few years ago being out of town for a cancer fundraiser in honor of one of my friends. In reuniting with some old friends (and meeting new ones) we all ended up in a store looking for some makeup for a couple of the girls. I was helping my wife pick out some blush and eye shadow while guiding her through based on her complexion and dress for the evening and one of the other girls just stared blankly at me. She was stunned and amazed I had any idea what I was talking about.
I can go through example after example of how I’ve taken her shopping and how I give her honest, candid advice with a touch of empathy. We don’t do the “do these jeans make my butt look big” but I will say no to some things and we quietly understand that no is good enough and additional explanation isn’t necessary. I’ve built that trust by not steering her wrong.
How does the hockey watching husband know about fashion and makeup? I have three words for you: Google and sisters. No, I don’t Google makeup, but when searches come up randomly for stuff, I’m not afraid to read it either. I grew up with two older sisters and have had females in my life since birth. I picked up a thing or two by being inundated with female style as far back as I can remember. The secret to all of it has been to pay attention. I learn a lot that way. By paying attention, the trends and what accessories go with what becomes a learned skill. I think that last sentence may have been preaching to the choir, but this is a big revelation for a guy.
No, I don’t want to go to Super Bride Sunday when the Super Bowl is on and I won’t grocery shop during the Daytona 500. I don’t highlight or die my hair and I think waxing looks funny because it looks painful. I’m a guy. There are layers to me though, just as there are layers to many other men out there. I love my wife and want to help out and be a friend. I want to participate in what she has going on and what her needs are. I suspect there’s more guys out there like me. We will help if given the chance and the mood is right. (Aka, not while the team of choice has a game on) Maybe ask the follow up question of “why”. Here’s an example:
Wife: Do you like this nail polish?
The answer just may surprise you. I’m not saying you can do this with every guy. I’m not pretending every female wants to be able to. If you haven’t tried it though, and you’re curious, go ahead, give it a shot. I’ve never seen a Lifetime movie but that doesn’t mean I don’t have something intelligent to add in Macys.
The moral of the story is, don’t underestimate men. We may surprise you.
Mike, Thank you so much for your wonderful post! It was an honor featuring you at iab and I look forward to guest posting at The Moral of The Story Is!