The First Amendment to the Constitution says that we have the right to freedom of speech, and press. It also encompasses Religion so that each person is free to chose what and how they practice their preferred religion.
"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof..." -- The First Amendment
Simply put, this means that CONGRESS and OUR GOVERNMENT do not have the right to tell us what religion we can practice or when and where. It means that they can not "push or advertise" for a certain form of religion. I have listened for the last oh about two weeks people up in arms about Governor Perry's pray session. THIS FOLKS IS A SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE AND RELIGIOUS FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get it through your freaking skulls that even though he is perhaps "quirky" he did not say only Catholics are allowed or Baptists or Methodists. He did not exclude Muslims, Jews or Later Day Saints. He invited ALL people to join him and pray how ever they normally do it and to whom ever they pray to, for our NATION and it's leaders. Perry did not hold a gun to anyone's head, or make a law passed by the house and senate that said we have to do this. GOOD NIGHT MARTHA!!!!! You people act like he committed a crime.
He did not EXCLUDE anyone and he did not hold this "session" at any state, or federal building. The man had every right to call it. I mean unless Reliant Stadium has been purchased by our government then it is a public place. I think the thing folks can not get past is that he is a Governor of a State located in the United States. Perhaps. NO Perry just had the balls to stand up and say hey our nation is failing and we need some ounce of hope for our people the people of this nation to cling to. So what the hell is wrong with that? ( and before any of you start I am not a Perry backer, just see that this is an agree to disagree situation.) It is no different then our forefathers who wrote our Constitution. They prayed read history and not just college or public school text or Wikipedia. Go and look.
Part of our problem with this nation, has become the moral decline and social decline of society. We have learned to take things that 10 years ago we, NO ONE would have stood for. We have become more concerned with making people happy and not offending anyone that we no longer are productive. This blog is a perfect example, there are some of you who most likely have stopped reading as you are pissed off at me for defending Perry ( he does have good hair per Dr. Grammer and that I agree with) and then there are those of you who understand our laws, and Constitution as well as me and agree. This was done by a normal citizen of the United States although he is in a position of authority, to help others and ask for divine intervention. GET THE FREAK OVER IT!!!!!!!!!! and now I will tell you why....
I am Methodist/Baptist. Oh lord, I guess I am going to hell for sure as I hump the fence on which religion I want to really be.. Oh and I have had folks tell me that to my face. Well then this caveat assures my spot in hell, as once upon a time, I attended Mass at a Catholic Church on a weekly basis! Holy crap batman get the fire truck on stand by I may burn where I stand. NO I am not. Here is the deal folks, matters not to God what religion you practice only that you have faith and belief in him. It matters how you live your life here and if you have asked forgiveness of your sins and become/became saved. I promise you folks, if you go to a church of different religion from the one you are at now, you will basically hear this message driven home. If not you may want to consider a new place of worship. Holy Crap she has pissed God off now. No I have not. I believe in God, Jesus and that Jesus died on the cross for my sins. There you go. I may not attend every time the door is open but I have a relationship with God.
So are you getting the point????? Obama is Muslim oh lord is he going to hell? Only he and God know that answer. Perry is baptist ( I think ) and he says he felt a calling from god to initiate this pray session. Oh well I guess Perry and I will be happy in hell together. Thing is folks, Perry did nothing NOTHING wrong. Again it was held on a Saturday, at a public place and he called on ALL RELIGIONS. Heck he even invited Obama who of course turned him down. So my question is this, if this offended you and your religion are you right with God or you so narrow minded that you cannot see that God needed it to happen?
Ok so now call me a nut job whacko who needs help. Seriously, I am so tired of hearing day in, day out about how we can not mention God's name in public and how government has ruled that the 10 Commandments be taken out of public view. THIS TO ME IS NOT SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE this is the government saying "we do not want to offend anyone so take it out oh and you can not pray in public either." And due to that, that takes away our freedom of religion. I mean drive down any street past a church, and see the marquee with things like "pray for rain and our nation," or pray for our military or our leaders or he has risen for you. So when I see that I am not offended but I guess there are some who are... Ok wait, Churches, Synagogs, etc are public places correct? Hmmmmmm. So does this mean that they should no longer be allowed to advertise or ask folks to do something? Hmmmmm made you think did i not? And why pray tell me if we are to have such a parted of church and state, why is it that people who testify are normally sworn in to tell the truth and yadda yadda so God do you swear? They no longer have you place your hand on the bible but you get the point.. And why is it that Presidents, etc., are still sworn in using a holy bible???????
So if this is the case and we can no longer have the 10 Commandments posted outside of a 200 year old courthouse as it might offend someone then we need all churches to stop "advertising" their messages of faith, hope and love. Now I agree, prayer or its like needs to be back in public school, but I think there might be an answer to that as children can now spend the first three minutes of the day praying or just being quiet. Hmmmmmm seperation of church and state???? As for changing our pledge of alligence, ( ok i agree with this one that thing is too long) NO i am kidding, it was written by the folks who founded this country on guess what folks, PRAYER, FAITH and RELIGIOUS FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In God we trust. Crap what the hell do you think they had???? NOTHING BUT FAITH and TRUST in GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We need to have faith and trust in God. We need to start taking back our homes, schools, churches, government and leaders and shake them around. We need our voices to be heard. We need to have faith, and trust in GOD to help rebuild the brokenness of our ways and society. We have the roles of male and females reversed, and our men are treated like they have no brains, and women as well. I won't even go into that one right now.......
So now that you have my head in this thing and my opinion, you still think Perry was wrong? I mean according to FOX news, he only did it cause he is considering running for office. WHO CARES why he did it, the fact again that he had balls enough to do it stands on merit with me that he maybe knows it is going to take GOD to change things. My only hope is, that he prayed for rain for Texas.......
So I go now....... TO pray that my car does not get bombed for voicing my religious freedom and freedom of speech..... shhh i hear them coming.....
Smooches
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
OH OH YOU LITTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So let me set this up for ya.....
It was hot, Honeyboo was vacationing courtesy of Baylor All Saints and a blood clot in his leg, when out of my partial paralysis and coma, I was awakened. I had not slept well. Tuesday, I took the Big Eskimo to yet one of many more follow up appointments with THE BOTH..... All was well and he told him to keep on working and by the way it may help seriously if you play a little football this fall..... The Eskimo said REALLY??? Yes from the Both..... ( note Both is short for bothwell...) So we get in the car and I am this and thating to the Eskimo and he gets well I called in reinforcements for help.... I am not certain what changed in a mere 48 hours but something snapped....
So back to my coma like state and my awakening.... I hear the door open and I am thinking it is a 4 legged critters coming to bite at me to go outside. I am rooting around when I hear "MOMMA, you need to make me an appointment for my physical I am gonna do it." HUH??? EXCUSE ME????? I sat straight up with medusa hair and half swollen eyes... Wait child come back here are you sleep walking as you have been known to do and now speaking in your sleep??? Am I having a sleep deprivation nightmare again???? I asked him WHAT???? He replied his response "make me an appointment for my physical today." Ok but please can I have coffee first??? Ok.. Off he goes into the wild blue or as in his case green yonder... Nervously I stare from my phone to the door as if one of the two objects would speak to me and tell my what just happened... Nothing.... So I get up brush my wig and straighten it and walk zombie like to make coffee.. As the coffee was coming, I walked to the end of the house to see if what just happened happened????? I knocked and the eskimo answered...
He said he was gonna do it but well as with the NFL there needed to be uh oh whats the word negotiations perhaps????? Ok so terms then.. Yes that is a nice word... I was still in utter disbelief. I was certain at this point the Blondie or Curly needed to call the men or women with white coats and "happy cookies" to come get me. Either that or hell had frozen over and that could explain the heat here. NO not that lucky. Oh I heard him the third and fifteenth times. Shock I tell you and that is saying it nicely. So I got dressed for work cause some of us have to do that and went. I called the uh wonderful human Dr. Coach Athletic Trainer and advised him. Well ok so I sent him a text asking about the physical form but you understand. Then I called Boths office. Since we had just been in like the day before, the wonderful appointment maker who knows us by now well laughed and said ok see you all Friday. Ok that was easy.
So I called Honeyboo, and it is most likely good he was in a drugged state in the hospital as he may have had a blood clot and heart attack.. I was sure at this point that I was not dreaming but thought I may have had a stroke or my brain was baked from the heat. No he said he is sure honeyboo. I have scheduled his appointment for Friday. Ok have a super day.
So here we are on the eve of official, unofficial practice Monday morning. We have shoes and all that good stuff. Even a supply of gatorjuice for after. Now the only issue is the schedule nazis in the office. I am thinking if I take them donuts that it will ease the blow of having to completely re do his schedule for this school year. I am thinking I will take the donuts and him and stand behind his 6'3 frame all 285 pounds of him and tell them... Maybe when they begin to throw things his chest or head will deflect them from my little noogin..... Well he is not alone dealing with the schedule Nazis, but still it is better to be safe then get brained with a stapler right????
Now the human in me knowing that college is expensive, says oh you better do it, but the loving momma in me who has helped him every step though this is terrified as much as he is. But the tough love momma knows he has to do this not only to help his quality of life and be able to walk normally but to get past the fear of the pain. ( see I am not afraid to admit I have multiple personalities) It frankly sucks. Just like it did when he was a baby knowing those nasty steroid shots to help him breathe were for his own good even though it hurt and the needle well I would rather have had them stick him with a harpoon I tell ya.. Momma will be find and I know he will too.. Just somebody bring me the tissues for the first game cause I may need them.... Well ok we all know I have the loudest mouth out there but you get my point. And oh gimme a blankie cause it might get cold by then....... And for the record, his negoations came out just fine. He got his terms and conditions heard and sort of met. And I have Blondie to thank deeply for this and Curly as soon as he takes him down..... Really, Blondie and he had a brother to brother conversation which I was told that was all I needed to know. Well alrighty then. ( Do not tell them but momma has planted listening devices in their rooms and phones) HAAA HAAAA.
Now, Head Coach little big daddy just needs to buy stock in chocolate chip cookies from Albertsons... Yep this might be a long season if he does not.....
Nighty Nite Nite, smooches......
It was hot, Honeyboo was vacationing courtesy of Baylor All Saints and a blood clot in his leg, when out of my partial paralysis and coma, I was awakened. I had not slept well. Tuesday, I took the Big Eskimo to yet one of many more follow up appointments with THE BOTH..... All was well and he told him to keep on working and by the way it may help seriously if you play a little football this fall..... The Eskimo said REALLY??? Yes from the Both..... ( note Both is short for bothwell...) So we get in the car and I am this and thating to the Eskimo and he gets well I called in reinforcements for help.... I am not certain what changed in a mere 48 hours but something snapped....
So back to my coma like state and my awakening.... I hear the door open and I am thinking it is a 4 legged critters coming to bite at me to go outside. I am rooting around when I hear "MOMMA, you need to make me an appointment for my physical I am gonna do it." HUH??? EXCUSE ME????? I sat straight up with medusa hair and half swollen eyes... Wait child come back here are you sleep walking as you have been known to do and now speaking in your sleep??? Am I having a sleep deprivation nightmare again???? I asked him WHAT???? He replied his response "make me an appointment for my physical today." Ok but please can I have coffee first??? Ok.. Off he goes into the wild blue or as in his case green yonder... Nervously I stare from my phone to the door as if one of the two objects would speak to me and tell my what just happened... Nothing.... So I get up brush my wig and straighten it and walk zombie like to make coffee.. As the coffee was coming, I walked to the end of the house to see if what just happened happened????? I knocked and the eskimo answered...
He said he was gonna do it but well as with the NFL there needed to be uh oh whats the word negotiations perhaps????? Ok so terms then.. Yes that is a nice word... I was still in utter disbelief. I was certain at this point the Blondie or Curly needed to call the men or women with white coats and "happy cookies" to come get me. Either that or hell had frozen over and that could explain the heat here. NO not that lucky. Oh I heard him the third and fifteenth times. Shock I tell you and that is saying it nicely. So I got dressed for work cause some of us have to do that and went. I called the uh wonderful human Dr. Coach Athletic Trainer and advised him. Well ok so I sent him a text asking about the physical form but you understand. Then I called Boths office. Since we had just been in like the day before, the wonderful appointment maker who knows us by now well laughed and said ok see you all Friday. Ok that was easy.
So I called Honeyboo, and it is most likely good he was in a drugged state in the hospital as he may have had a blood clot and heart attack.. I was sure at this point that I was not dreaming but thought I may have had a stroke or my brain was baked from the heat. No he said he is sure honeyboo. I have scheduled his appointment for Friday. Ok have a super day.
So here we are on the eve of official, unofficial practice Monday morning. We have shoes and all that good stuff. Even a supply of gatorjuice for after. Now the only issue is the schedule nazis in the office. I am thinking if I take them donuts that it will ease the blow of having to completely re do his schedule for this school year. I am thinking I will take the donuts and him and stand behind his 6'3 frame all 285 pounds of him and tell them... Maybe when they begin to throw things his chest or head will deflect them from my little noogin..... Well he is not alone dealing with the schedule Nazis, but still it is better to be safe then get brained with a stapler right????
Now the human in me knowing that college is expensive, says oh you better do it, but the loving momma in me who has helped him every step though this is terrified as much as he is. But the tough love momma knows he has to do this not only to help his quality of life and be able to walk normally but to get past the fear of the pain. ( see I am not afraid to admit I have multiple personalities) It frankly sucks. Just like it did when he was a baby knowing those nasty steroid shots to help him breathe were for his own good even though it hurt and the needle well I would rather have had them stick him with a harpoon I tell ya.. Momma will be find and I know he will too.. Just somebody bring me the tissues for the first game cause I may need them.... Well ok we all know I have the loudest mouth out there but you get my point. And oh gimme a blankie cause it might get cold by then....... And for the record, his negoations came out just fine. He got his terms and conditions heard and sort of met. And I have Blondie to thank deeply for this and Curly as soon as he takes him down..... Really, Blondie and he had a brother to brother conversation which I was told that was all I needed to know. Well alrighty then. ( Do not tell them but momma has planted listening devices in their rooms and phones) HAAA HAAAA.
Now, Head Coach little big daddy just needs to buy stock in chocolate chip cookies from Albertsons... Yep this might be a long season if he does not.....
Nighty Nite Nite, smooches......
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Half a year ALREADY??????????????
So when Honeyboo reads this he will do one of three things- 1. Laugh his bohiney off. 2. CRY. 3. Shoot me...I don't care its funny and sappy..... So just indulge..... and wish me luck....
So on Monday we will have been married half a year. It was pointed out by a good friend last Monday at the 4th party. It has been an "eventful" half year. And although we have not really had a huge blowup, we have had our share of "squabbles." It is getting back to normal and fortunately we have not maimed or harmed each other nor the little people or the Gma but it has gotten loud once maybe twice. Thing is it is normal. Blows have not been exchanged nor objects so I guess we will shall make it the other half the year.
It all started in January on the 11th. Judge Wright who has been on the bench since dirt was invented married us. I was not sure whether to laugh or cry and I actually did both at the same time. I was TERRIFIED not PETRIFIED. She tried to break the ice with jokes but it did not work. Just look at our Wedding photos on Facebook. I look like a scared rabbit. Ok but you understand. I was worried. It was freaking cold verses now with it being freaking hot. The only dress I could find in 25 counties was a sleeveless black number and a shawl... All he could find was a red shirt and khakis and the boys well you know the Eskimo on crutches and all had on shorts. So you see where I am going. WE HAD NOTHING but EACH OTHER. AND LOVE. That is all we need right? Yep that is all we need. So we got hitched and soon after, Honeyboo got sick and at the same time he took a new job. Holy Crap. I thought I was CRAZY, I mean we got married and I started Spring 2011 semester the next day. He took a new job about three weeks after we got married. And the Eskimo went back to school from being off and Blondie suddenly wanted to learn to drive, and Curly wanted to switch schools. WHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA Nelly hold the batphone I need a break. My head is spinning just writing about it. Some way some how, we have survived. Oh I could tell you that it has been all rainbows, cucumbers, and roses, but along the last half year it has not. I would only be lying and I am not about to start that....
A week ago, Honeyboo managed to make me feel that silly, scared I want to run feeling again with a ditty on FB about why he loves me.. Hummm truth be told, I am not good a verbally communication, I can write it and tell you but somewhere between my squirrel brain and my alligator mouth, translation gets lost and I open to speak and NOTHING happens... It sucks when it does. Mind goes blank the whole kit and caboodle..... I get the beyond the deer in the headlights look.... So you all know me, I typically tell you what I think and how I feel but when you are my betrothed, I lose all sense.
See I love Honeyboo, because he does goofy things that no one else would think funny... For example, one of our first shopping trips out, to CVS, we were waiting on his meds and looking at something I do not even recall and here is why.... Out of the dead silence of the store, he goes as loud as he can, "STOP ARGUING WITH ME NOW!!!!!!!!!" I know for a fact I turned 15 shades of red. He thought it was funny... I however, am still not thinking so much funny as you will pay.. Then a few days later walking out of my favorite store, Kohls, in front of Lake Worth's finest, who had someone pulled over, he grabs my purse from my shoulder and starts walking hurriedly in front of me and saying as loud as he can, "STOP THAT IS MY PURSE LET GO STOP FOLLOWING ME OFFICER SHE IS TRYING TO TAKE MY PURSE." For the love of all things holy, if that officer would have come over there I most likely would have decked Honeyboo. We shall not even discuss the incident at Wal Mart where he dropped back as I was walking out and told the door greeter that she should stop me as I had stuff in my pockets... It is a good thing I no longer can swing a bat.... He might be in trouble.
But he also listens somewhat. I tell him he pretends to be listening to me but I have doubts. Ahhh yes and there is the non confirmed ADD that we both have.. It is fun.... He picks on me about cooking and I pick on him about being lazy... Oh and the little people well they think he is the greatest thing since ice cream was invented. Typically when he is picking at me they join in... So much so that one night I chocked and the Fire Department almost had to be called...
Mostly it is the little things he does that make me love him. Like taking an extra day off work when the Eskimo had his first surgery to help me with him. OR going to the doctor with me cause I am a chicken... In life it is the little things that count not as much as the big things.
So for half a year this Monday, we have done pretty good. Neither of us has lost a limb or been harmed and kids you should not try some of the stuff we try at home, but none the less we have made it.
I love you Honeyboo and when you asked me to marry you I asked you why? Well I married you and yes you tricked me, you told me that we had to go register the car and I can not figure out why gma and the little people and Mel came to this day... Well sweet pooh, WHY DID I MARRY you????? Hmmmmm give me the other half the year to figure it out and I will tell ya.... I LOVE YOU BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
( I really did, He asked me to marry him on my birthday in November, and while he was on one knee, and asked I looked at him and said "WHY?" and then I started crying cause I realized he was serious.....)
Night all smooches and loves.......
So on Monday we will have been married half a year. It was pointed out by a good friend last Monday at the 4th party. It has been an "eventful" half year. And although we have not really had a huge blowup, we have had our share of "squabbles." It is getting back to normal and fortunately we have not maimed or harmed each other nor the little people or the Gma but it has gotten loud once maybe twice. Thing is it is normal. Blows have not been exchanged nor objects so I guess we will shall make it the other half the year.
It all started in January on the 11th. Judge Wright who has been on the bench since dirt was invented married us. I was not sure whether to laugh or cry and I actually did both at the same time. I was TERRIFIED not PETRIFIED. She tried to break the ice with jokes but it did not work. Just look at our Wedding photos on Facebook. I look like a scared rabbit. Ok but you understand. I was worried. It was freaking cold verses now with it being freaking hot. The only dress I could find in 25 counties was a sleeveless black number and a shawl... All he could find was a red shirt and khakis and the boys well you know the Eskimo on crutches and all had on shorts. So you see where I am going. WE HAD NOTHING but EACH OTHER. AND LOVE. That is all we need right? Yep that is all we need. So we got hitched and soon after, Honeyboo got sick and at the same time he took a new job. Holy Crap. I thought I was CRAZY, I mean we got married and I started Spring 2011 semester the next day. He took a new job about three weeks after we got married. And the Eskimo went back to school from being off and Blondie suddenly wanted to learn to drive, and Curly wanted to switch schools. WHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA Nelly hold the batphone I need a break. My head is spinning just writing about it. Some way some how, we have survived. Oh I could tell you that it has been all rainbows, cucumbers, and roses, but along the last half year it has not. I would only be lying and I am not about to start that....
A week ago, Honeyboo managed to make me feel that silly, scared I want to run feeling again with a ditty on FB about why he loves me.. Hummm truth be told, I am not good a verbally communication, I can write it and tell you but somewhere between my squirrel brain and my alligator mouth, translation gets lost and I open to speak and NOTHING happens... It sucks when it does. Mind goes blank the whole kit and caboodle..... I get the beyond the deer in the headlights look.... So you all know me, I typically tell you what I think and how I feel but when you are my betrothed, I lose all sense.
See I love Honeyboo, because he does goofy things that no one else would think funny... For example, one of our first shopping trips out, to CVS, we were waiting on his meds and looking at something I do not even recall and here is why.... Out of the dead silence of the store, he goes as loud as he can, "STOP ARGUING WITH ME NOW!!!!!!!!!" I know for a fact I turned 15 shades of red. He thought it was funny... I however, am still not thinking so much funny as you will pay.. Then a few days later walking out of my favorite store, Kohls, in front of Lake Worth's finest, who had someone pulled over, he grabs my purse from my shoulder and starts walking hurriedly in front of me and saying as loud as he can, "STOP THAT IS MY PURSE LET GO STOP FOLLOWING ME OFFICER SHE IS TRYING TO TAKE MY PURSE." For the love of all things holy, if that officer would have come over there I most likely would have decked Honeyboo. We shall not even discuss the incident at Wal Mart where he dropped back as I was walking out and told the door greeter that she should stop me as I had stuff in my pockets... It is a good thing I no longer can swing a bat.... He might be in trouble.
But he also listens somewhat. I tell him he pretends to be listening to me but I have doubts. Ahhh yes and there is the non confirmed ADD that we both have.. It is fun.... He picks on me about cooking and I pick on him about being lazy... Oh and the little people well they think he is the greatest thing since ice cream was invented. Typically when he is picking at me they join in... So much so that one night I chocked and the Fire Department almost had to be called...
Mostly it is the little things he does that make me love him. Like taking an extra day off work when the Eskimo had his first surgery to help me with him. OR going to the doctor with me cause I am a chicken... In life it is the little things that count not as much as the big things.
So for half a year this Monday, we have done pretty good. Neither of us has lost a limb or been harmed and kids you should not try some of the stuff we try at home, but none the less we have made it.
I love you Honeyboo and when you asked me to marry you I asked you why? Well I married you and yes you tricked me, you told me that we had to go register the car and I can not figure out why gma and the little people and Mel came to this day... Well sweet pooh, WHY DID I MARRY you????? Hmmmmm give me the other half the year to figure it out and I will tell ya.... I LOVE YOU BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
( I really did, He asked me to marry him on my birthday in November, and while he was on one knee, and asked I looked at him and said "WHY?" and then I started crying cause I realized he was serious.....)
Night all smooches and loves.......
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Imma gonna need lots of Kleenex this next year.......
So it was official today that Blondie got his GED certificate. It has been a long, winding, hard road to get him here. It has been filled with ups and downs called life choices. None the less, I am proud of him.
So not only did we get his certificate in the mail, he immediately came home and wanted assistance to help register him for college for this fall at TCC. I chocked through it. We got it done and now I am alone in my room, typing and bawling my eyes out. Not because I do not want him to grow up, but because he has. And I know this is only a small step toward his own independence and existence in the world. He has not been my little ray of sunshine since last November when he turned 18. No it has been longer then that but it became official then. This friends has been a little harder then I thought it would be. No, no not raising him and all the tribulations that have come with it the last several years but the knowing that he will soon be leaving the nest so to speak. I am scared for him to go out into this world as mean as it is but I know he has to. Ok so Curly's departure from the nest can not come soon enough but not Blondie. Oh who am I trying to fool I do not want any of them to go but I know they must.
Tonight I have as I was helping him, reflected on him playing Pocahontas and being Captain John Smith. Oh he would run around in his skivvies re acting the movie. I reflected on him and the big eskimo playing in the mud and covered until all you could see was the whites of their eyes. Or more recently a midnight trip or an attempted trip out in the VW and getting stuck.. I will miss all of this. I will miss him most of all.
So sweet sunshine, go live life to it fullest and smile and have fun. Momma loves you.... Momma is proud of you.....
Night y'all.......I have to go get more Kleenex.......
So not only did we get his certificate in the mail, he immediately came home and wanted assistance to help register him for college for this fall at TCC. I chocked through it. We got it done and now I am alone in my room, typing and bawling my eyes out. Not because I do not want him to grow up, but because he has. And I know this is only a small step toward his own independence and existence in the world. He has not been my little ray of sunshine since last November when he turned 18. No it has been longer then that but it became official then. This friends has been a little harder then I thought it would be. No, no not raising him and all the tribulations that have come with it the last several years but the knowing that he will soon be leaving the nest so to speak. I am scared for him to go out into this world as mean as it is but I know he has to. Ok so Curly's departure from the nest can not come soon enough but not Blondie. Oh who am I trying to fool I do not want any of them to go but I know they must.
Tonight I have as I was helping him, reflected on him playing Pocahontas and being Captain John Smith. Oh he would run around in his skivvies re acting the movie. I reflected on him and the big eskimo playing in the mud and covered until all you could see was the whites of their eyes. Or more recently a midnight trip or an attempted trip out in the VW and getting stuck.. I will miss all of this. I will miss him most of all.
So sweet sunshine, go live life to it fullest and smile and have fun. Momma loves you.... Momma is proud of you.....
Night y'all.......I have to go get more Kleenex.......
Thursday, June 2, 2011
The Game of Life......
Oh there are days, no more like weeks where I just want to hide.. This week has been one of those. And it is not over yet. Monday, Memorial Day was productive and fun but I knew Tuesday was looming and that meant class for me started. I did not know what else Tuesday would hold for me. It was a bit of a shock but not a surprise. Oh I started my World Religion class and it made me feel like poop. Oh trust me I should not be on here and doing homework instead but this all has to come out. I am the oldest one in the class including the professor who just turned 32. That I got over. Dealing with it and the amount of homework that he has given us for the next 5 1/2 weeks. Oh that was not the shock. The shock came out of the Big Eskimos mouth. And it stung like a bee.
So Tuesday, they had their last athletics period for the year. Now he has up until then and even now wavered between yes I am playing, no I am not, etc. Well Tuesday was a NO day and he told them. In disbelief, they spoke to him gingerly about his reasons. After he issued a variety of non believable ones, they told him to cut the crap and speak, about the real reason. This is where even my shock came into play. He told them something startling about why he has played. Oh he loves it and hates the hard work in the heat, but still enjoys it. But what he told them drained them speechless. It even left me speechless. Then the anger set in and it has not subsided. The person it needs to be directed to could care less about him or his brothers at this point. That is the sad fact. The child's father. The Big Eskimo told them and me that he was not going to play anymore as his dad did not care anyway so what was the point. That folks is the reader's digest version. So now do you feel my anger? OH it has carried over for three days now and tonight the alleged anger maker called. I did not answer and I digress..So when I picked my chin up off the floor, I comforted him as best I could. Oh he wants mom, and step dad and knows no matter what we will stand firm with him, but he wants his dad's acceptance and praise as well and friends he has never gotten that. He thought that playing football even though he liked and enjoyed it would make his dad like and love him and accept him for who he is. Seeing the error of his way, he has given up. Done. Finished. Curtain call. Stick a fork in him. Close the door, turn out the lights. He is depressed and upset as to be expected. He has spent the last couple of days secluded and fishing. Oh he has spoken to mom and others in the house, but for the most part, he has kept to himself. All mom told him was to keep an open heart and mind and think about it. Do not make a decision based on anger and hurt that you will regret for life. Do not make a decision in fact remove your Dad from the equation and think about football and if you really want to stay. It sucks that at 15 he has to make this decision of realization that you can not no matter what make someone care for you or love you or be there when you want them to. Yep it has taken everything I have not to go have a conversation with dear old daddyo........... =) I also told him not to settle and never take the path of least resistance. I am not certain it has worked but at least I know he is thinking about things. Sorry baby is all momma has got for you.
And to top it off, I am at an impasse about school. Oh I am not giving up or throwing in the towel, just can not decide which direction I honestly want to go. I mean I have spent a lot of money to get an education and the last thing I want in 2 1/2 years is to not be able to find a job. I have friends who graduated in December that have been so far unsuccessful. And ones that just graduated in May who are well frankly having nervous break downs about finding a job. That is my issue at the time. There are 3 areas that just trip my trigger and it is hard to narrow it down. So like son, have been a little "off" the last couple of days. I have not been me as I am trying to figure it out on top of "stuff." Part of my issue is that it keeps hitting me that I am almost 40 and have not "grown up" yet. I am once again struggling with Life. It is so easy in the game of Life, you spin the spinner and go this way or that..... So why can reality not be as easy???? And trust me, the "big man" and I have had plenty of conversations over the last few days.
Never in my grown up life have I wanted to run as much as I do now. I want to run screaming away from it all. Problem is I can not run that fast. Fat girl here she do not get in a hurry too much.... =) So I am hanging and hoping that all will come out in the wash. Some how I am not sure. I know it will, I just hope for the best. I have come to discover that no one has the answers for me, just like the eskimo. So for now, we both sit and wait and pray and think.
Love and smooches, night ya'll
It will all be better tomorrow right?????
So Tuesday, they had their last athletics period for the year. Now he has up until then and even now wavered between yes I am playing, no I am not, etc. Well Tuesday was a NO day and he told them. In disbelief, they spoke to him gingerly about his reasons. After he issued a variety of non believable ones, they told him to cut the crap and speak, about the real reason. This is where even my shock came into play. He told them something startling about why he has played. Oh he loves it and hates the hard work in the heat, but still enjoys it. But what he told them drained them speechless. It even left me speechless. Then the anger set in and it has not subsided. The person it needs to be directed to could care less about him or his brothers at this point. That is the sad fact. The child's father. The Big Eskimo told them and me that he was not going to play anymore as his dad did not care anyway so what was the point. That folks is the reader's digest version. So now do you feel my anger? OH it has carried over for three days now and tonight the alleged anger maker called. I did not answer and I digress..So when I picked my chin up off the floor, I comforted him as best I could. Oh he wants mom, and step dad and knows no matter what we will stand firm with him, but he wants his dad's acceptance and praise as well and friends he has never gotten that. He thought that playing football even though he liked and enjoyed it would make his dad like and love him and accept him for who he is. Seeing the error of his way, he has given up. Done. Finished. Curtain call. Stick a fork in him. Close the door, turn out the lights. He is depressed and upset as to be expected. He has spent the last couple of days secluded and fishing. Oh he has spoken to mom and others in the house, but for the most part, he has kept to himself. All mom told him was to keep an open heart and mind and think about it. Do not make a decision based on anger and hurt that you will regret for life. Do not make a decision in fact remove your Dad from the equation and think about football and if you really want to stay. It sucks that at 15 he has to make this decision of realization that you can not no matter what make someone care for you or love you or be there when you want them to. Yep it has taken everything I have not to go have a conversation with dear old daddyo........... =) I also told him not to settle and never take the path of least resistance. I am not certain it has worked but at least I know he is thinking about things. Sorry baby is all momma has got for you.
And to top it off, I am at an impasse about school. Oh I am not giving up or throwing in the towel, just can not decide which direction I honestly want to go. I mean I have spent a lot of money to get an education and the last thing I want in 2 1/2 years is to not be able to find a job. I have friends who graduated in December that have been so far unsuccessful. And ones that just graduated in May who are well frankly having nervous break downs about finding a job. That is my issue at the time. There are 3 areas that just trip my trigger and it is hard to narrow it down. So like son, have been a little "off" the last couple of days. I have not been me as I am trying to figure it out on top of "stuff." Part of my issue is that it keeps hitting me that I am almost 40 and have not "grown up" yet. I am once again struggling with Life. It is so easy in the game of Life, you spin the spinner and go this way or that..... So why can reality not be as easy???? And trust me, the "big man" and I have had plenty of conversations over the last few days.
Never in my grown up life have I wanted to run as much as I do now. I want to run screaming away from it all. Problem is I can not run that fast. Fat girl here she do not get in a hurry too much.... =) So I am hanging and hoping that all will come out in the wash. Some how I am not sure. I know it will, I just hope for the best. I have come to discover that no one has the answers for me, just like the eskimo. So for now, we both sit and wait and pray and think.
Love and smooches, night ya'll
It will all be better tomorrow right?????
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Fear of the Unknown
So here....
I have tried to get into a University in Northern Texas that has both programs I want. Been trying since 2008 in all reality. For what ever reason know to God, rainbows and cucumbers my transcript got lost in the mail or somewhere or something freakish happened. Oh least we all not forget the acceptance letter to that wonderful place in Louisiana that I almost took and leaped on like a rat on a cheerio. Oh we can all thank honeyboo for that one... THANKS BABE!!!!! I mean that. CRAP lost my head again.. One day it will stay firmly glued on... Anywho, after numerous attempts and one time giving up, for what ever reason something possessed me to try try again. I did about a month ago. Did not tell a single sole, well ok so the dog knew but who is he gonna tell really??? I mean with paws his size, it would be hard to dial the phone or type... Besides he well was sleeping when I did it. So I did. Faxed the correct paperwork, and all that. Got my requests for my transcripts in and what do you know the angels sang and birds chirped and the stars and planets aligned in the right shape of me.. Ok so you get it.
Funny thing how it happened though.........
Driving home with the Eskimo yesterday as the storm was brewing ahead, I got a phone call from that little ole place in Poly you know Poly on the Hill (POTH). You know the one where I am now, and that I will like my stupid car be married to my financial loans to get an edumasmation ( education ) that my May semester class had been canceled. WHAT??? Ok so only me and one other geek on the planet signed up. I paid my money already and that did not matter it was done, finished stick a fork in it. In the same conversation with Poly on the Hill University, it was told to me that my Summer class was facing the same fate. HOLY hole in the freakin donut batman. Hold the phone and get Robin to the batmobile along with C3P0 and R2... Where is Darth Vader when you need him? GONE on vacation since he is not gonna have to teach now.... Ok so you get it.. I was frustrated cause the times these two classes are offered in the Fall just do not work for me and it would cause pangs to fix it. Fine ok I understand. No really I do not.. But I have to become quaint with the fact it ain't gonna happen. So fine so here I will cool my heels until October to get my dinero back. So plugging along to home I thought about it and how nice it would be to well you know take a class and not panic over it being canceled due to enrollment. I turned in the drive and stopped at the mail thingy.. Oh I know mailbox, but this is me it is a mail thingy that at times brings welcome news and others why did I stop for this thingy box. OH POOP!!!!!!!!!! Anyway I stopped and low and behold it was like the bells that go off at the casino when somebody wins big.. I could hear it. Trust me I opened the mail thingy and heard them, closed it and it stopped and opened it again grabbing the mail and it was doing it again.. I think that mail type person knew and put something in there....So my letter from that little ole place in Denton came and they want me!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO kiss my grits I am going to Denton. OH CRAP wait I want to and this as if I need one and yes I do need a sign was a neon sign in a small white and maroon envelope. I was ecstatic.. I came in and called and read the directions on how to set up this that and the other to get on line and even got me some of that old federal grant money sent to those folks.. So I am happy right?????? CONFUSED, CONFLICTED and well puzzled.......
Here is why............................................................
I have a little zone.... I like my little zone it is like a happy place for me.. In my little zone are a few select folks allowed there and three of them are at that Poly on the Hill place. Two of them I consider my sisters in crime.. Not that we would commit crime but you know the world spins faster when we are there. Aside from them is a short french descendant person who has pushed when I needed it and laughed when I could not and been understanding of what is an abnormal life. Oh honeyboo is there and encourages me just the same but my little french man has been well like family.... My sisters I know will be there and there will still be havoc spread but this is hard.. It is like leaving the dog at the pound and not knowing his/her outcome. So yes maybe this type of change I am terrified no mortified of. And I know hear me out these three folks would and two of them are saying HOW BIG OF A SIGN DO YOU WANT???, and pushing my caboose (it is rather large but still) up the hill to get there...Maybe I will get homesick or lost who knows I am just scared and know I should not be but I am.. And I know I should instead of writing this talk to honeyboo but I am not good with the whole I gotta vent and tell you how I feel conversation thingy.... I am working on that... And there are two more of you one at Poly on the Hill and another who is there when I need here just not at POTH........ =)
So here is the good news that little ole place in Denton is getting me and maybe one sister so they need to warn the folks..Tell the law to run as fast as they can cause we are blowing into town.. HAAAAAA.... well you know what I mean...... That town ain't gonna know what smacked it when we roll in... And for a bit it maybe me but who knows. I have made my peace and it will happen it will.... I just have to go head first off into and suck the water up my nose... Hope it is not salt water cause that stings when ya suck it up your nose... GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
So there you have it my one true confession of the night well ok maybe two cause that whole I need to talk to the one I love but I am working in that department..... Things happen for a reason or fifteen and I learned long long ago in a galaxy far far away to not question it... Just roll it baby just roll it.... Toss the dice and see where it lands. Lean on that old thing called FAITH and GOD.... Sometimes it has a name called GROWTH.... and not just as in toys-r-us kids either..... So look out Denton here I come....... yabbbdabbadooo!!!!!!!!!!!
IN other news this week, the Eskimo is coming along with tremendous strides. Just ask about our adventure to the doctor on Monday. Here is a riddle of sorts...... What do you call a Fireman's bad bad Monday????? HA SHOWING UP TO AN ALARM CALL AT THE ORTHOPEDIC OFFICE where 90% of the folks there are either on crutches, with walkers or in wheelchairs and the only way down for them is the elevator which happened to be on fire... HAAAAAA it is funny now but it scared 12 years out of me when it happened.... It was puzzling to see these oh brave, strapping things scratching their heads wondering how to get folks out. By the time they did, the nurses, office staff and mobile patients who could move had everybody out..... So yes it was an adventure Monday.. And nope no "official" word on whether he is going to play or not.... He has hired an agent named Sir Jeffey who is a fury at 7.6 pounds.. I was told that he Sir Jeffey would get back with me in a few days... Ho hummmmmm...... Wow....
And the freakin storm today... So started to take Blondie to register for a test and BOOM the wind started blowing and rain started pouring and it was hard to see let alone drive. Blondie encouraged me to just pull over and let it pass, but I kept driving. I did ask him though if he wanted to drive and he asked me if I were insane or just crazy.... I told him both.... We made it but not to get registered.... And Curly, well he is working his little nubs to the bone on a fairy tale project... They have to modernize a fairy tale.. So not much from his camp.....
I leave you in peace tonight and love to you all and to all a good night....
Smooches......=)
I have tried to get into a University in Northern Texas that has both programs I want. Been trying since 2008 in all reality. For what ever reason know to God, rainbows and cucumbers my transcript got lost in the mail or somewhere or something freakish happened. Oh least we all not forget the acceptance letter to that wonderful place in Louisiana that I almost took and leaped on like a rat on a cheerio. Oh we can all thank honeyboo for that one... THANKS BABE!!!!! I mean that. CRAP lost my head again.. One day it will stay firmly glued on... Anywho, after numerous attempts and one time giving up, for what ever reason something possessed me to try try again. I did about a month ago. Did not tell a single sole, well ok so the dog knew but who is he gonna tell really??? I mean with paws his size, it would be hard to dial the phone or type... Besides he well was sleeping when I did it. So I did. Faxed the correct paperwork, and all that. Got my requests for my transcripts in and what do you know the angels sang and birds chirped and the stars and planets aligned in the right shape of me.. Ok so you get it.
Funny thing how it happened though.........
Driving home with the Eskimo yesterday as the storm was brewing ahead, I got a phone call from that little ole place in Poly you know Poly on the Hill (POTH). You know the one where I am now, and that I will like my stupid car be married to my financial loans to get an edumasmation ( education ) that my May semester class had been canceled. WHAT??? Ok so only me and one other geek on the planet signed up. I paid my money already and that did not matter it was done, finished stick a fork in it. In the same conversation with Poly on the Hill University, it was told to me that my Summer class was facing the same fate. HOLY hole in the freakin donut batman. Hold the phone and get Robin to the batmobile along with C3P0 and R2... Where is Darth Vader when you need him? GONE on vacation since he is not gonna have to teach now.... Ok so you get it.. I was frustrated cause the times these two classes are offered in the Fall just do not work for me and it would cause pangs to fix it. Fine ok I understand. No really I do not.. But I have to become quaint with the fact it ain't gonna happen. So fine so here I will cool my heels until October to get my dinero back. So plugging along to home I thought about it and how nice it would be to well you know take a class and not panic over it being canceled due to enrollment. I turned in the drive and stopped at the mail thingy.. Oh I know mailbox, but this is me it is a mail thingy that at times brings welcome news and others why did I stop for this thingy box. OH POOP!!!!!!!!!! Anyway I stopped and low and behold it was like the bells that go off at the casino when somebody wins big.. I could hear it. Trust me I opened the mail thingy and heard them, closed it and it stopped and opened it again grabbing the mail and it was doing it again.. I think that mail type person knew and put something in there....So my letter from that little ole place in Denton came and they want me!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO kiss my grits I am going to Denton. OH CRAP wait I want to and this as if I need one and yes I do need a sign was a neon sign in a small white and maroon envelope. I was ecstatic.. I came in and called and read the directions on how to set up this that and the other to get on line and even got me some of that old federal grant money sent to those folks.. So I am happy right?????? CONFUSED, CONFLICTED and well puzzled.......
Here is why............................................................
I have a little zone.... I like my little zone it is like a happy place for me.. In my little zone are a few select folks allowed there and three of them are at that Poly on the Hill place. Two of them I consider my sisters in crime.. Not that we would commit crime but you know the world spins faster when we are there. Aside from them is a short french descendant person who has pushed when I needed it and laughed when I could not and been understanding of what is an abnormal life. Oh honeyboo is there and encourages me just the same but my little french man has been well like family.... My sisters I know will be there and there will still be havoc spread but this is hard.. It is like leaving the dog at the pound and not knowing his/her outcome. So yes maybe this type of change I am terrified no mortified of. And I know hear me out these three folks would and two of them are saying HOW BIG OF A SIGN DO YOU WANT???, and pushing my caboose (it is rather large but still) up the hill to get there...Maybe I will get homesick or lost who knows I am just scared and know I should not be but I am.. And I know I should instead of writing this talk to honeyboo but I am not good with the whole I gotta vent and tell you how I feel conversation thingy.... I am working on that... And there are two more of you one at Poly on the Hill and another who is there when I need here just not at POTH........ =)
So here is the good news that little ole place in Denton is getting me and maybe one sister so they need to warn the folks..Tell the law to run as fast as they can cause we are blowing into town.. HAAAAAA.... well you know what I mean...... That town ain't gonna know what smacked it when we roll in... And for a bit it maybe me but who knows. I have made my peace and it will happen it will.... I just have to go head first off into and suck the water up my nose... Hope it is not salt water cause that stings when ya suck it up your nose... GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
So there you have it my one true confession of the night well ok maybe two cause that whole I need to talk to the one I love but I am working in that department..... Things happen for a reason or fifteen and I learned long long ago in a galaxy far far away to not question it... Just roll it baby just roll it.... Toss the dice and see where it lands. Lean on that old thing called FAITH and GOD.... Sometimes it has a name called GROWTH.... and not just as in toys-r-us kids either..... So look out Denton here I come....... yabbbdabbadooo!!!!!!!!!!!
IN other news this week, the Eskimo is coming along with tremendous strides. Just ask about our adventure to the doctor on Monday. Here is a riddle of sorts...... What do you call a Fireman's bad bad Monday????? HA SHOWING UP TO AN ALARM CALL AT THE ORTHOPEDIC OFFICE where 90% of the folks there are either on crutches, with walkers or in wheelchairs and the only way down for them is the elevator which happened to be on fire... HAAAAAA it is funny now but it scared 12 years out of me when it happened.... It was puzzling to see these oh brave, strapping things scratching their heads wondering how to get folks out. By the time they did, the nurses, office staff and mobile patients who could move had everybody out..... So yes it was an adventure Monday.. And nope no "official" word on whether he is going to play or not.... He has hired an agent named Sir Jeffey who is a fury at 7.6 pounds.. I was told that he Sir Jeffey would get back with me in a few days... Ho hummmmmm...... Wow....
And the freakin storm today... So started to take Blondie to register for a test and BOOM the wind started blowing and rain started pouring and it was hard to see let alone drive. Blondie encouraged me to just pull over and let it pass, but I kept driving. I did ask him though if he wanted to drive and he asked me if I were insane or just crazy.... I told him both.... We made it but not to get registered.... And Curly, well he is working his little nubs to the bone on a fairy tale project... They have to modernize a fairy tale.. So not much from his camp.....
I leave you in peace tonight and love to you all and to all a good night....
Smooches......=)
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Mother's Day
Twas the night before Mother's Day, and all through the house all the creatures were stirring including the cricket... UGGGGHHHHHHHH oh we have a cricket outside somewhere and all I can here is him or her chirping away... I wonder do they ever get tired of drawing on their wings to make noise? Do they ever give themselves headaches? I mean really???? It is pretty but after hours on end it gets irritating.... Especially when one is trying to get beauty sleep... I mean I have to look good do I not? Well ok so Honeyboo has to look good then. There I said it....
President Woodrow Wilson declared on May 9, 1914, the first national Mother's Day as a day for American citizens to show the American flag in honor of those mothers whose sons had died in war. The holiday was declared officially by the state of West Virginia in 1910, and the rest of states followed quickly, and On May 8, 1914, the U.S. Congress passed a law designating the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. So there you have it... Or do you really know how it all got started??? In 1908 Anna Jarvis campaigned for the creation of an official Mother’s Day in remembrance of her mother and in honor of peace. Anna petitioned the superintendent of the church where her Mother had spent over 20 years teaching Sunday School. Her request was honored, and on May 10, 1908, the first official Mother's Day celebration took place at Andrew's Methodist Church in Grafton, West Virginia and a church in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The West Virginia event drew a congregation of 407 and Anna Jarvis arranged for white carnations—her Mother’s favorite flower—to adorn the patrons. Two carnations were given to every Mother in attendance. Today, white carnations are used to honor deceased Mothers, while pink or red carnations pay tribute to Mothers who are still alive. Anna and Woodrow were not the first two to honor thy mother, before them there was a lady named Julia Ward Howe. She began her tribute in 1870 as she had become so distraught by the death and carnage of the Civil War that she called on Mother’s to come together and protest what she saw as the futility of their Sons killing the Sons of other Mothers.
At one point Howe even proposed converting July 4th into Mother’s Day, in order to dedicate the nation’s anniversary to peace. Eventually, however, June 2nd was designated for the celebration. In 1873 women’s groups in 18 North American cities observed this new Mother’s holiday. Howe initially funded many of these celebrations, but most of them died out once she stopped footing the bill. The city of Boston, however, would continue celebrating Howe’s holiday for 10 more years.Despite the decided failure of her holiday, she nevertheless planted the seed that would blossom into what we know as Mother’s Day today.
So there is some food for thought about the how and why of Mother's Day. Ironic is it not that at this moment as we type and read we have Mother's just as we did in the 1800's who have lost their sons. We should honor them with our love. We are all mom's and know there is no greater love then a mom's love. So this Mother's Day as we give and get take time to stop and remember that some Mother's are without a Mom's day. Honor yours if you still have her and if you do not, honor her still. But least not forget those whose sons and daughters have without thought given of themselves and can no longer honor their mom.
Smooches and love.
Night.....
President Woodrow Wilson declared on May 9, 1914, the first national Mother's Day as a day for American citizens to show the American flag in honor of those mothers whose sons had died in war. The holiday was declared officially by the state of West Virginia in 1910, and the rest of states followed quickly, and On May 8, 1914, the U.S. Congress passed a law designating the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. So there you have it... Or do you really know how it all got started??? In 1908 Anna Jarvis campaigned for the creation of an official Mother’s Day in remembrance of her mother and in honor of peace. Anna petitioned the superintendent of the church where her Mother had spent over 20 years teaching Sunday School. Her request was honored, and on May 10, 1908, the first official Mother's Day celebration took place at Andrew's Methodist Church in Grafton, West Virginia and a church in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The West Virginia event drew a congregation of 407 and Anna Jarvis arranged for white carnations—her Mother’s favorite flower—to adorn the patrons. Two carnations were given to every Mother in attendance. Today, white carnations are used to honor deceased Mothers, while pink or red carnations pay tribute to Mothers who are still alive. Anna and Woodrow were not the first two to honor thy mother, before them there was a lady named Julia Ward Howe. She began her tribute in 1870 as she had become so distraught by the death and carnage of the Civil War that she called on Mother’s to come together and protest what she saw as the futility of their Sons killing the Sons of other Mothers.
At one point Howe even proposed converting July 4th into Mother’s Day, in order to dedicate the nation’s anniversary to peace. Eventually, however, June 2nd was designated for the celebration. In 1873 women’s groups in 18 North American cities observed this new Mother’s holiday. Howe initially funded many of these celebrations, but most of them died out once she stopped footing the bill. The city of Boston, however, would continue celebrating Howe’s holiday for 10 more years.Despite the decided failure of her holiday, she nevertheless planted the seed that would blossom into what we know as Mother’s Day today.
So there is some food for thought about the how and why of Mother's Day. Ironic is it not that at this moment as we type and read we have Mother's just as we did in the 1800's who have lost their sons. We should honor them with our love. We are all mom's and know there is no greater love then a mom's love. So this Mother's Day as we give and get take time to stop and remember that some Mother's are without a Mom's day. Honor yours if you still have her and if you do not, honor her still. But least not forget those whose sons and daughters have without thought given of themselves and can no longer honor their mom.
Smooches and love.
Night.....
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