Cute vs. Hot

Okay, (I always want to begin my posts with that word) I have long struggled with cute vs. hot.

I’m not saying I get called either of them very often but when someone “Anonymous” wrote that “I’m cute” I had to put this post on the Internet. When I do get a compliment, I don’t get hot, I don’t get handsome, I don’t get “stud” (that even makes me laugh,) I get “cute”. I never know how to take that. My response is always “That’s what I was going for today” in my best scarcastic style. I think girls can be cute but can guys? (That’s a blatant call for comments folks!)

Don’t get me wrong I take the compliment but it’s something I always wondered.

Maybe I’m just making a deal out of nothing. I guess I’m just cute. I guess this post has been therapeutic.

Happy Birthday, Dad (err, two days late)

I’m officially a horrible son!

I realized while talking to my mother this morning that I’d missed my father’s birthday. It’s not that I don’t love him, it’s that I’m a dense dude who has no idea what the date is. I’ve been on vacation for the past two days and apparently I’ve just checked out. My back-up isn’t even there for me anymore. My phone, the Samsung Instinct, doesn’t do the calendar function very well. My “Q” never let me forget anyone’s birthday. So, happy birthday Dad from the world’s worst (temporarily, I hope) son! You rock!