Back to the Day

I honestly wouldn't choose to go back but let's just fantasize a bit ...

I'd pick those days when Greg used to do my pesky lawn chores and then sneak a kiss in the back of my parent's pick-up truck while we were on our way to some convoluted hoe-down.

I'd pick those days when Jeff used to tell me I was the prettiest woman on earth and he meant it.

I'd pick those days when Kirk fell in love with me (or I tricked him into thinking he was) and for a while, it was bliss.

I'd pick those days when the neighborhood kids ran around like maniacs. I'd climb a tree, play spin the bottle, get punched in the gut ... bring it on.

I'd pick those days when Jan and Deb decided Sheri made a good threesome. Still going strong.

I'd pick those college days. Again and again and again.

I'd pick the daughter's teenage years and the baby's young years.

I'd pick when I was courting the husband and he was courting me.

Tomorrow Hangdog goes to the "Home." All he's asked me for is some laundry and my cell phone number.

I'd pick any day except today or tomorrow.

Bad Boys

My parents love the show, "Cops." Everyone, sing along -- "Bad Boys, Bad Boys, what'cha goin' to do when they come for you?"

Let me explain my definition of a bad boy. This is a boy/man who is ok with taking a risk. This is a boy/man who looks life in the eye and says, "Bring it on."

I've been on both sides of this track. I have been in relationships with incredibly nice men who let me run all over them. Those relationships didn't work.

Don't get me wrong -- I'm not promoting abusers, serial adulterers or compulsive people. I just get a little jolt from a boy/man with an edge. I like someone who pushes me and lets me push back. I like the fact that my husband is over 50 and still plays in a rock & roll band. I like it that we try to push each other around and usually have to call it a draw.

I can name every boy that I had a crush on, kissed, dated and married. They have grown up and moved on. Most of them had an edgy side.

My father is now a gentle soul. However, when my mother met him, he was a bad boy.

I love meeting Big Daddy out for dinner or another occasion. I can scan the room and think to myself, "There's my bad boy."