Sometimes it gets a little intense over at Feminist Mormon Housewives. So here's the perfect blog for you when you want to lay back and have a chuckle or two :
The Normal Mormon Husband blogs about sports, TV, fast food, and family life with a great sense of humor. The blog has been around for three years, so some of you may have heard of it, but lately NMH has been putting out a couple of posts a week, and they are fun to read. This month he has given advice on multi-level marketing
If we are obviously not interested, please do not ask us for the contact information of any of our mutual acquaintances. Giving out their contact info makes us feel like Ralphie in "A Christmas Story" when he tells his mom that his friend Flick taught him how to swear. Ralphie knew he was throwing his buddy under the bus, but he was backed into a corner and had no other choice. Please, guys, don't back us into the corner.
He describes his experiences with anger management
The NMW and I invited two of our friends who were also big Lakers fans over to our apartment to watch the Lakers close out the series and then celebrate the championship together. We never popped the celebratory Martinelli's (you gotta love those rip roarin' Provo celebrations) that night because the Lakers got destroyed 120-87. In the midst of the blowout, I completely lost it. At one point during the game I got so upset with the Lakers that I picked up a copy of Sports Illustrated, tore it in half, yelled at the TV, and then threw the SI across the room. The other three people in the apartment looked at me with the same horrified expression that Ben from Lost had on his face when his daughter was shot. It was one of the single most embarrassing moments of my life and I still regret it today.
Read his Father's Day post full of affection for a dad who always urged him to put "more arch" on his basketball shots:
It got to the point where I thought my dad should just adopt Darrell Griffith of the Utah Jazz so that at least one of his sons always had enough arch on his shot. By saying this I don't want to give the impression that my dad is an overbearing David Archuleta-type parent who would lock me in a root cellar if I didn't score 20 points per game. He was involved and active, but never crossed that line. The phrase "More arch!" will always remind me that my dad cared enough to come to my games. He cared enough to be get involved. He cared enough to help me when I needed it. A lot of kids did not have that from their dads. I was fortunate that I did.
Most importantly, the Normal Mormon Husband gives invaluable advice to husbands on dealing with their wives. For example, he has urged husbands of expecting women to ditch the title "labor coach" in favor of terms such as "Water Boy" or "Sweat Mopper-Upper."
As a kid I used to envy the teen-agers who would frantically mop the sweat off the the floor at Jazz games after Mark Eaton or other large, sweaty men would fall down in the lane. Big Mark and his 7'4" body use to leave so much perspiration on the floor that a man once caught a 9-lb. bass in one of Eaton's sweat puddles. The role of the sweat-mopper-upper is a good model for husbands during labor for three reasons: 1) He keeps his job simple. 2) He plays an important role in ensuring peoples' safety. 3) He stays behind-the-scenes and only emerges when absolutely needed. This seems to be exactly what women want...
Also, if you really get into the NMH, go back to some of his early posts, such as "Manliest Movie Quotes." Be sure to read the comments!
Well, this is great summer reading, folks. I heartily recommend this blog.