My Daddy-Man always addresses Christmas presents in creative ways, like “To Delilah, From Samson” if it’s from him to Mom, or “To #1, From Yo Daddio” to me from him since I’m the eldest child. One year he gave me pair of gloves and all the label said was “more for Les.” I decided to adopt that phrase as my new outlook on life…and blog title.
However, when I finally decided I wanted to branch out and get my own website (thanks to my wonderfully amazing and super tech-savy guru of a husband), rather than using another venue for my ramblings, I was faced with an unexpected obstacle: www.moreforles.com was already taken. Apparently, it’s “your one-stop-shop for the very best values the Internet has to offer.” So here I am, with www.moreforleslie.com as an address and more for Les as a title…I hope, dear reader, that this discrepancy doesn’t cause you to furrow your brow or cock your head to one side, or any other undue stress or confusion. So that, in a nutshell, is why I think more for Les is the perfect title for these fabulous confabulations (oh, how I adore that word pairing!) & random ramblings.
“Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with a gorgeous redhead.” ~ Lucille Ball
My favorite thing to do in all the world is to sing at the top of my lungs…that and sleep; when I sing in the shower (which is not as often as you might think) I almost always sing Bobby Darin’s “Beyond the Sea”; I love to type fast without looking at the screen or the keyboard; I go for walks in the rain; I love to laugh…LOUD; I like to drive fast and hard when I’m angry; I have a freakishly close bond with my little sister that involves our own special inside-joke language (SEA BASS!!!); I love shoes; I’m not afraid of much; I’m terminally lazy; I love to cry; I always wanted a man that reminds me of my daddy…and I found one; stupid people irritate me; I like to shock people; I have cute toes; I raise my right eyebrow when I’m up to something; I disappoint myself sometimes; I am a wife, daughter, sister, friend, Christian, singer, actress, writer, thinker, dreamer, and doer; I love to be cuddled, but I don’t always have to be the little spoon; I’m silly; I love the smell of leather; I love good beer; I miss being a kid; and I am amazed daily that the most wonderful, loving, attentive, funny, handsome, fascinating man in the world decided to marry me :)
Oh, you wanted some more concrete info? In that case, I am:
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eldest daughter of the greatest parents who ever lived, Yo Yo Ma and Yo Yo Daddio
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older sister of the best sister on the planet, MUFFIN!
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wife of the most adoring husband in the universe, Trey, aka Donut
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and mama (yes, mama) to 3 of the most individual cats in all of creation:
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Frank – named after Sinatra for the blue eyes and the joy of singing – is a girl and a flirt and a love glutton and a people person
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Roger – named after Roger Clyne of The Refreshments and Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers – is a snarky old gay man (think Michael Caine’s character in Miss Congeniality) who loves me to death and tolerates everyone else (though he’s gotten to like Trey pretty well)
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and Rufus – named after the character Rufio in Hook because of his hair – is a hot mess and the best way to describe him is cute but stupid, he’s knock-kneed, runs into walls, gets lost in his own house, lights his tail on fire and is an all around walking comedy
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Want to know more? The best way to do that is to just read the blog. I do hope, dear reader, that you enjoy it.