tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post8131001679499857427..comments2010-02-07T11:41:42.163-05:00Ms. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-31301886831462338042010-02-07T11:41:42.163-05:002010-02-07T11:41:42.163-05:00Love this idea of Owen as a little boy playing man games with his Pop Pop.gingermagnoliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422592966223403266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-51217160556455447122010-02-05T09:55:23.363-05:002010-02-05T09:55:23.363-05:00oh my god i laughed out loud so many times that john had to come in and see what all the laughter was about ~ i must show this to my brother who was a fan of mr. moon&#39;s at auburn ~ mary, you have such an amazing way with words!lulumariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01951594259193037282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-13340530354270533732010-02-04T22:56:24.812-05:002010-02-04T22:56:24.812-05:00Lora- I missed you! I can just imagine that boy with his big eyes watching his daddy. And his mama. <br /><br />Angie- It is big. Big. Real big.<br /><br />Rebecca- Wow. That guy is the envy of every guy in the world. And my car has NEVER been in that garage unless it was to get the oil changed. And I&#39;m not complaining either. <br /><br />Kathleen- Good idea! Of course Mr. Moon hasn&#39;t made a cake in approximately twenty-five years now but maybe he could remember. <br /><br />Bethany- Cleaning and organizing and making lists are VERY important.<br /><br />May- I had forgotten that! I forget fucking everything these days. It was a good poem. And no, Daddy didn&#39;t tell me about scaring you. He loves you too. As do I.<br /><br />Just Kate- And back to you.Ms. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-10979876492792332072010-02-04T22:47:17.902-05:002010-02-04T22:47:17.902-05:00Amen, sister, :DJust.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913701914113335102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-34723735312867549002010-02-04T20:11:33.036-05:002010-02-04T20:11:33.036-05:00This was just marvelous, Marmee! Do remember when I wrote that silly poem wherein Daddy said &quot;You can have the house, et al, I will build GarageMahal!&quot; We were saying it back then even. Did Billy coin the phrase? Hmmm. Anyway. I just loved this post. I am so glad you guys found each other and still like each other after all these years. Did he tell you that he honked at me on the road the yesterday, and it startled me so he pulled over and gave me a hug? I love him so.Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719394416574590978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-348614653354871022010-02-04T18:34:15.115-05:002010-02-04T18:34:15.115-05:00I love that garage. <br />Fun post. I don&#39;t think Owen will evr look at you like you are an intruder. I think he will beam when he sees you no matter what he is doing, just as I imagine Mr Moon does.<br />Is it weird that I keep thinking if/when I date a man I REALLY want him to be able to fix and build things? It&#39;s not like I can do very well all the womanly role stuff. I kind of want him to be able to cook too. I know that&#39;s probably asking too much. Shucks, what use am I? I can clean and organize and um, make good lists.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03510823788662848522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-79871568389169612332010-02-04T17:16:38.960-05:002010-02-04T17:16:38.960-05:00Mrs. Moon, when I read your comment on Hill Country&#39;s Buttermilk Coconut Cake, I knew Mr. Moon was the finest man in Florida. He made you a coconut cake as enticement to marry him, he&#39;s more than handsome and handy, he&#39;s a prize. <br /><br />He better teach Owen how to make coconut cake too so Owen can woo a woman as good as his grandma.Kathleen Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868566314392048880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-25702618471251941472010-02-04T17:05:45.056-05:002010-02-04T17:05:45.056-05:00I know a guy that has a 2 car garage in the front of his house....a 2 car garage in the rear of his house in the basement....and a separate 4 car garage with a FULL attic that is huge. I understand the garage thing. <br /><br />We only just got a garage. It&#39;s only a 2 car garage but I&#39;m pleased because that means we don&#39;t have to scrape snow and ice off the windshields....thank the Lord!Rebeccahttp://landlock-mo.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-34718751753632192342010-02-04T16:57:07.069-05:002010-02-04T16:57:07.069-05:00So true. There are women like that out there. And I bet Owen will make the best biscuits and cookies ever. <br /><br />Dang that garage is HUGE!Angie Muresanhttp://www.angiemuresan.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-86661011847543430212010-02-04T16:10:12.399-05:002010-02-04T16:10:12.399-05:00Daddy X- There you go, breaking my heart again.<br /><br />Nancy C- It IS sexy but so is seeing them wash the dishes. <br /><br />Deb- Sounds like y&#39;all have it figured out! Happy birthday to the man.<br /><br />N2- Girls can use tools. And women. I wish I was one of them. Good for you!<br /><br />Swallowtail- Your lips to god&#39;s ears. Meanwhile, get it here while it&#39;s fresh. Ha!Ms. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-79438166971649095872010-02-04T16:06:01.382-05:002010-02-04T16:06:01.382-05:00I for one, like a truth I can take to a bank. <br /><br />You are a goooood writer, Ms. Moon! Hopefully one day this will all be wrapped up in the covers of a book!<br /><br />xoxoLCswallowtailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05062656101856415850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-76318694757712983372010-02-04T15:17:13.470-05:002010-02-04T15:17:13.470-05:00Yes, lovely post, Ms Moon.<br />May every man&#39;s garage be his taj =o).<br />Glad to hear that Mr Moon is good at fixing things and is happy doin it. My Ex could do it, but if you asked for anything in particular, even tentatively brought it up, that meant two more weeks of nothing getting done. Which partly explains the Ex status...<br /><br />My dad was more of a thinkin man than a fixin man. I&#39;ve learned/taught myself how to work with tools, had to for a number of jobs, and am pretty tooled up, for a girl. I love working with guys who are good with their hands and take pride in their work. I guess its the adult version of &quot;plays well with others&quot;.N2http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508740809219902631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-58153744760985677772010-02-04T14:41:51.860-05:002010-02-04T14:41:51.860-05:00This was an incredibly beautiful post. <br />My husband can do all the fixin&#39; things, he&#39;s installed wood flooring, keeps our old pool running etc, but he loves coaching sports more. So he&#39;s always puttering away on plans and practices and chasing trophies.<br />He cooks and cleans too, and I love yard work and painting . We can sub in when necessary on some things. I don&#39;t think we&#39;ve ever thought about who&#39;s job anything is, but of course we gravitate to the stereotypical for the most part.<br /> I&#39;m thrilled with it. <br />But different is okay too.<br />We have a tiny garage for storage , but I wonder as the kids move away , and we get our &quot;country place&quot; , how many soccer pitches our property will have. And parking spaces. And of course i&#39;ll be boiling pasta and simmering sauce for all the team members. :)<br />sorry if that was a little husband gushing, its his bday, so I&#39;m thinking mostly good thoughts.debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-31876666012301904112010-02-04T13:39:34.966-05:002010-02-04T13:39:34.966-05:00My husband works on cars and can do electrical work and all sorts of manly things...it is incredibly sexy, in its own way. <br /><br />I watch my boys watch him work, and I know they will join him soon. Which is as it should be.Nancy Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313721217543578257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-23642936683035861202010-02-04T13:33:24.164-05:002010-02-04T13:33:24.164-05:00We could never be wed then Mrs Moon!Xbox4NappyRashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044403947730363259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-33135522932596862412010-02-04T13:08:49.913-05:002010-02-04T13:08:49.913-05:00Ellen- Yes. And when you are an older man it often calls and there is nothing for it but to answer that call. But no, I would not want to catch a father-in-law in the act.Ms. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-30075626153344624622010-02-04T13:05:38.281-05:002010-02-04T13:05:38.281-05:00Oh I could see out in the woods...but my father-in-law does it on the side of the barn...drives me nuts. One of these days he will be caught in the act...for now that side of the barn I avoid...therefor the eeeuuuwww...but nature calls in odd places doesn&#39;t it..Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00912709342270151365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-56247633710575301402010-02-04T12:57:11.227-05:002010-02-04T12:57:11.227-05:00Ellen- I like to pee outside myself and do it almost every time I take a walk. Mostly because I am old and cannot walk for an hour without stopping to pee. I see the most interesting things when I go off into the woods and squat. If I was a boy, I doubt I&#39;d ever pee in the house. But that&#39;s just me. And I have hay stacked up for the chickens and yes, the mice pop out and scare me too. <br /><br />Mel- That is an amazing site. <br /><br />Cindy- It&#39;s GOOD to have men who are handy with their hands AND their brains, isn&#39;t it?Ms. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-53241636361049712972010-02-04T12:56:38.457-05:002010-02-04T12:56:38.457-05:00*love* This post rocks my socks. My man is a fixer too. His garage is tiny, but he does big things inside it. I know what you mean too--Walter loves nothing better than to go out to the garage and watch his dada work. Except maybe baking cookies or muffins with me!Lorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09590402368207743547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-61945983285116068482010-02-04T12:54:18.294-05:002010-02-04T12:54:18.294-05:00What a beautiful tribute to your husband -- and so much truth about relationships, generally speaking. I loved this line, in particular because it&#39;s the truest thing:<br />&quot;....he told me that he could fix houses and cars and that bottom line- these are the two things that people have the most money invested in and that in being able to fix these things, we would never go hungry.&quot;<br /><br />Wonderful post. Reminds me of how much I appreciate my architect husband, who always makes sure we have beautiful shelter -- in good repair! :-)Cindy La Ferlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028390596948545221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85326138135720648712010-02-04T12:45:18.809-05:002010-02-04T12:45:18.809-05:00Ms. Moon, her article on lasagna is <a href="http://www.amybloom.com/?page_id=41" rel="nofollow">right here. </a><br /><br />The essay on champagne made me smile and cry. Shit, everything on this entire website blew me away. something free and wonderful for your spare time!Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-60669877832310565032010-02-04T12:41:26.923-05:002010-02-04T12:41:26.923-05:00I loved your post today because it says a lot about our men. They DO need a place to build things, make a mess in, hang out, and on and on....I so related to the guy peeing (eeeuuuwww!) outside..I don&#39;t get it and I DON&#39;T want to know if my son EVER does it...so my love is a builder by trade. Our last house he built a lovely shop which he built custom cabinets in. Our kids loved to watch their daddy and even help. 15 years ago we moved to a place we could have our horses...he gave up that shop to have a place for my hobby...sooo now the garage is the shop. Not quite the place he used to have and I feel bad sometimes because we don&#39;t have the horses now and he works in this two car space...of course he built a barn not long after we moved her and one of the stalls has become the wine cellar...hhhmm and it is packed to the gills with all sorts of unused things... I miss the barn with the smells of my horses and hay...little mice popping up to scare me when I would feed...gosh you made me write so much Ms. Moon....I love your blog...I truly do...you make me think...thank you!Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00912709342270151365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-42223404194931387972010-02-04T12:09:19.912-05:002010-02-04T12:09:19.912-05:00DTG- Well, that is the truth.<br /><br />Jo- Thank you for the link. I was married to a musician. He actually could build and repair a few things. I probably never would have gotten a bit interested in him if he hadn&#39;t been able to. Although. He was a guitar player.<br /><br />HoneyLuna- Daddy loves having you in that world of his. And I love having you in mine. <br /><br />Stephanie- Someone needs to do a study on the longivity of marriages as compared to the ones that have garages versus the ones that do not. <br /><br />Nola- Yes! You do need one!<br /><br />Mel- I have got to get hold of some Amy Bloom. And lasagna is something everyone should know how to make. And make well.<br /><br />Ms. Bastard- Hee-hee.Ms. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-16096950315050461722010-02-04T11:36:25.275-05:002010-02-04T11:36:25.275-05:00Amen!<br /><br />Tell Mr. Moon I said that&#39;s ONE HELL of a garage, and that&#39;s for sure a compliment, coming from a long line of garage- and barn-appreciating men. <br /><br />I helped Mr. SB bleed brakes before, too. I didn&#39;t know why either, and I didn&#39;t really care. I just did what I was told (once in a great while).<br /><br />Love youse,<br /><br />SBSarcastic Bastardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17116577711704241625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-59696288760489241592010-02-04T11:22:58.732-05:002010-02-04T11:22:58.732-05:00Oh I love this post - you just have no idea. I&#39;m going to be stealing the Garage Majal term, because I have one attached to my house. I picked it for the old oaks in front, the big yard out back, the privacy. He bought it for the second garage, a heated, counter, bench and shelf lined mancave built by the first owner, a rare car rebuilder. Well I think garage floor space is greater than or equal to home space, but I don&#39;t mind really. He has room to build, create, fix, just like his Daddy taught him. He taught himself to make furniture, and he does a fine job. I&#39;m forever in awe of his man skills. He&#39;s already trying to pass on the fire to our son, and I&#39;m hopeful something sticks. I&#39;m so grateful he helps me hack a nature trail and a garden out of the encroaching brambles that surround us, that he lets me plant more than I can reasonably take care of, and mostly that he still enjoys the yard with me. We&#39;re quite a pair, just like you and Mr. Moon, right down to the foot and a half height difference. There&#39;s something about a tall confident kind man, isn&#39;t there? <br /><br />I&#39;m glad you shared this today, as I was just thinking about the things we teach our kids, wondering what they&#39;ll teach theirs.<br /><br />Amy Bloom wrote a great essay about lasagna, I think I&#39;ll add that to the list, you can never go wrong with a nice lasagna. And the biscuits! Don&#39;t worry, though, Owen is yours for a few more years!<br /><br />Hugs!Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.com