Relationship Advice

It's not something you usually take willingly from your father. But as you grow up you learn to trust him more and more and come around to realize that 9/10th's of all that "crap" he said when you were growing up is actually pretty dead on. Yes, I may joke about having to get my wide-ruled notebook out whenever he starts going off on one of his "words of wisdom" rants but underneath all of that I truly am listening. Well, most of the time anyway. But this piece of advice is one of those that has stuck out far more than the rest because I've been able to relate to it in more ways than one over the past couple years.


Let's call it "The Dice Rule" shall we? Here's the gist of how the conversation would go between me and my dad (usually at a sports bar with drinks in hand). And it may be slightly adapted into my own lingo since I never actually got that notebook out and wrote anything down word for word. Whoops.

Dad: I married your mother right?

Me: Uh yeah? At least I hope so or else you have quite a bit of explaining to do around here. Oh and I'm honestly not too sure how you landed her but you did, so there's that.

Dad: How many beers have you had Erin? Stop being smart with me. I did have hair once you know, I was a good catch. Anyway, your mother is what I consider a 10.

Me: Aww how sweet of you dad. You're right, you definitely got a 10 if she's still rocking bikinis at the prime age of 50. Go madre go!

Dad: No but she's not a perfect 10, she's a 10 in "The Dice Rule". So she's a 10 out of 12. I rolled the dice and I got a 10 even though the highest I could have rolled is a 12. I could have kept rolling those dice after I got that 10 though, you see. I could have kept dating and dating and dating having never settled down with the mindset that I could just keep having fun rolling the dice and magically one day land a 12 and live happily ever after. But life doesn't really work that way. 

Me: But it really should. Life would be so much more fun.

Dad: Yeah but then what happens if I woke up one day and realized I was 40 and still single because I kept turning down all the good rolls that came my way? And what if I let go of your 10 of a mother in hopes of landing a 12 only to never end up finding one. I would have let go of a damn good woman if I chose that path. And guess what? Maybe then I would have never rolled the dice and gotten as good of a number as I did with your mom ever again. What happens if I let her go only to end up rolling a 7 over and over? You better believe I would have wished to all hell that I never let go of my 10 when I had the chance. Regret is an ugly thing to live with young padawan. When you roll a 10 you better be smart enough not to trade it away for another roll of those dice...because you could end up with snake eyes.

And that's all I have for you today. Because all I really want to do right now is snuggle the day away in my new Target slipper booties with a cup of double marshmallow hot chocolate in hand while watching Hocus Pocus. And guess what? That's exactly what I'm going to go do because I HAVE THE BEST JOB EVER. #nannylife


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Today I have Sarah from My Small Ray of Sunshine sharing the three pictures that sum up her life in a cute little tied up package. She's such a sweetheart and a great supporter of my blog so I'm thrilled to have her here today. Take it away lady!


I thought it would be so easy to pick three photos that represented me the most. Well was I wrong…I had such a hard time picking photos! I ended up with these: The feet of some great friends and I standing in the Circus Maximus in Rome. The first ever proper self-portrait I’ve taken of myself - I wanted to convey how being positive in dark circumstances can change your outlook on everything. And my beautiful baby girl, Rikki. She’s the most energetic dog I have ever met and love her to bits. These three photos are what I felt represented me in the best way - how important my study abroad trip was to me, how I always try to be a positive person no matter what, and one of my furry best friends who makes everything better if being positive fails. I’d love to hear what kinds of things make you who you are! Thanks Erin, for having me on your blog and for being a suburb hostess!