Blog Exchange


This was my July 1st submission for The Blog Exchange.  I thought I’d post it on my site as well! 

I thought a lot about July 1st’s blog exchange topic, “In my child’s eyes.” The reality is my life is so busy and fast paced that I often don’t slow down and allow myself the time to see, I mean really see, what is important to my kids.

So I decided to hand my son a camera and let him take pictures of anything important to him.

This is what he saw.

Our dog Kayla, one of the most important things to him.

Kayla, the dog.

His Sister, eClaire. They live to disagree, with moments of pure love and tender moments interspersed.

sister eClaire

What boy doesn’t love his Mac truck?

Mac truck

The racetrack. Oh the racetrack.

Racetrack

The blanket, “It has big holes and little holes. It’ s my blanket.”

The blanket.

This about sums up my son’s favorite things. If his Grandpa was here, he’d of photographed him too. Life at three is sheer excitement.

All play and no work.

Life is good.

Smiling Mom is a stay at home mom 1/2 the week and a teacher the other half. She’s been blogging since February and has a particular interest in collecting and reviewing easy & healthy recipes for a busy mom on the go. If you’d like to submit a recipe. It will be reviewed and posted on her site.

Please welcome my guest poster for The Blog Exchange, Vicky from The Mummy Chronicles. After you read Vicky’s entry, please head over to her site to see my entry.

In a child’s eyes she was more than the woman who could scarily flip her eyelids inside out she was the one and only person who I would eat Total cereal and unsalted potato chips for.

In a child’s eyes she made ‘Mystery’ just as much fun to watch as ‘Love Boat’ and the Sunday night Disney movie.

In a child’s eyes she made swinging on the porch the only way to spend an afternoon, going to the grocery store an adventure with special treats, and she instilled the fine art of French cooking even the dreaded Buche de Noel.

In a child’s eyes she would play endless kiddie bits on the piano for a concert of one. In a child’s eyes it was all in good fun and not the glass ceiling breaking concert pianist that she actually was. Her records were more enjoyable to dance to rather than listen to with awe and admiration.

In a child’s eyes she was and is Memere, the woman who gave me the sense to understand why good manners are important and not just needed. That living is an art and a skill to be acquired. Lipstick should always be worn when leaving the house and your purse is meant to bring a smile to your face not just for carrying your wallet. Aprons are a must. Simple food is just as good as the fancy stuff and a clean kitchen is the key to household organization. Decorating your kitchen with roosters is just an added bonus we both share.

In this child’s eyes she cracked me up when she would take out her false teeth and brush them in front of me. Her pink floral bathroom with its special and equally pink soap enchanted me. The black tiles and tiny medicine chest gleamed and always held interesting treasures like powder puffs and perfume in old fashioned bottles.

In this child’s eyes now a woman with a child of her own, I can only look back fondly and with great love and admiration for what an incredible woman she was and is today. At 87, she is still beautiful and her smile can light up a room. Despite age and its maladies she still dazzles with the piano. I wish I had spent more time simply sitting and listening when I had the chance. She is more than Memere. She is Beatrice, one of the role models and mentors in my life. A woman I respect, love, and can only hope to be even a smidgen like one day.

Vicky, is a freelance writer and WAHM, who resides daily at her blog, The Mummy Chronicles and Mummy’s Product Reviews. Her daughter, T.D. has the middle name Beatrice.

The Talented Beatrice, also known as Memere with my daughter-2006

The Talented Beatrice

The Blog Exchange is happening today, and I have been paired up with Gunfighter. Enjoy his best post below!

Gunfighter lives with is wife and daughter in Northern Virginia, and is employed as a tactical firearms instructor for a federal law enforcement agency. He blogs about the things he sees and what he thinks about them at The View From Here. When he grows up, he wants to be a writer… or hand out balloons at Disneyworld.

Those of you that have been reading my blog for the last several months, you have been waiting patiently for me to tell you about why I wear kilts regularly and to post pictures to go along with.

Well, for you, today is your day.

As you might imagine, wearing a kilt in 21st century America, without benefit of being in a wedding or being an extra in a Mel Gibson movie…

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…is an unusual thing… but it is becoming less and less unusual these days. These days, there are no small number of modern kilt purveyors popping up all over, and there are many men to provide the demand for their wares.

For the most part, the success of the modern, casual kilt, the world over, can be credited to one man; A Mexican-American in Seattle Washington, named Steven Villegas was working on a motorcycle (one of his many projects) wearing a pair of shorts made from old, camouflage cargo trousers, but found them too restrictive to move the way he wanted to… so he took a scissors to them, applied some sewing, and the first Utilikilt was born.

I have been wearing Utilikilts since 2001, and the second most common question I get asked is: “Why are you wearing a kilt? You aren’t from Scotland!” or words to that effect.

Well here are the answers:

1. Because I can.
2. Because I look great in it (I have great legs).
3. Because I’m not a complete conformist.
4. Because a kilt is almost as cool as a Superman suit.
5. Because my wife likes it.
6. Because friction is bad (figure that out for yourself).
7. For good reproductive health (although I am out of that business).
8. Chicks dig it (they do, trust me).
9. Because men envy me for doing what I want without regard for what others think.

Where does all of this come from? Oddly enough, the idea was planted as a result of reading a Science Fiction novel when I was a young Marine, in about 1986. The name of the novel was “Methuselah’s Children”, by Robert A. Heinlein. One of Heinlein’s favorite characters through several novels is a fellow named Lazarus Long. No need to talk about the book, or this character other than to say that this guy could usually be found wearing a kilt, which I thought was very cool.

Fast forward nearly twenty years: Mrs Gunfighter, Olivia and I were attending the Virginia Scottish Games in Alexandria, Va. in 2001 (I think) and were having a great time watching the pipe bands, dancers, and sampling the various crafts and foods that were available. While we were browsing about, I remarked to Susan how much I would like to wear a kilt on a regular basis. Problem was, they are rather impractical. Not only are they made for a Scottish climate (made from heavy wool), they don’t have pockets and are prohibitively expensive (a traditional kilt would cost me around $600).

Well, being that it was mid-June, here in Virginia, and hotter than hell, I took an opportunity to get some lemonade for us, while Susan waited in the shade. While I was standing in the line, I noticed a guy in the line at the next booth, wearing a kilt. Which wasn’t uncommon, considering where we were, but the thing that made this guy so UNcommon, was that his kilt was black! and it had large cargo pockets!

When I got our lemonade, I noticed that logo over the back pocket (it had back pockets, too!) said “Utilikilts”. I was determined, there and then, to find out more.

A few days later, I did a search (was there even a Google, then?) for Utilikilts and found their website, and the rest is history. I now own 5 Utilikilts, and plan on ordering a new one (this one in leather) some time soon.

If you are wondering about the reaction I get to wearing a kilt, I’ll tell you this, and my wife will attest to it if you ask her: Women I have never seen before have followed me in the mall; have been brazen enough to ask if I was wearing any underwear; have come up to me and flat-out ask if I was married; have looked me in the face and said “I wish my husband was half the man you are”; have said to me: “OhmyGod! That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen!, can I borrow you for a while?” I must say, I find it hugely flattering. I get this kind of a reaction from women when I am rapidly approaching (well, OK, IN) middle age, getting fatter by the minute, and am only so-so good looking.

Men react in a range of ways. Some tell me how cool it looks. Some tell me they wish they had the nerve. Most are neutral, although many men ask this question: “Aren’t you afraid someone will give you a hard time about it?” To which I answer: “Nobody has ever given me any grief about wearing a kilt… after all, who wants to have his ass kicked by a man wearing a skirt?”

So there you are.

Most often, when people think about kilts, they have this sort of image…

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…in their heads, but today, kilts can be found in lots of places, from athletic events…

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To hiking…

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To a rock and roll band at Disneyworld…

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To the war in Iraq.

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To selling a kilt to a woman so she can molest her man while he wears it

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At least, that’s what she told me (that is me, on the left… oh God, it was so hot that day!)

Anyway, that’s my story.

Oh, the MOST commonly asked question is: “What do you wear under your kilt?” My usual answer is: “My boots and my socks”

You can purchase modern kilts here:

Utilikilts
Amerikilts
21st Century Kilts
Sportkilts
Freedom Kilts