Thursday, May 15, 2008

The Great Mother's Day Debate

I'm really hope you weren’t expecting to read some dramatic debate about the origin of Mother’s Day or what took place the day I realized I had no pictures taken of me and Dawson on my very first Mother’s Day…Because really all I needed was a good TITLE.
I am really not a curmudgeon on most occasions. Thank you for allowing me to write that sentence. I have always wanted to use the word curmudgeon in a blog post because I like how it sounds.
Here are the pictures I had Jason take on Sunday for Mother’s Day:
Take a good look at those bottome 2 pics: first of all, Jason cut off the top of my head, THEN, Dawson up and gets angry at ME! sheesh. happy mother's day.
Moving on.

The story is told of an 8 year old boy who was just about as naughty as they come. This kid was evil, mean, rotten, and nasty! So much so that as Christmas Day approached, his mother informed him that Santa was not going to give him any presents under the tree. Well, this irked Junior, so he ran upstairs to his bedroom, pulled out a sheet of paper from his little desk and composed a letter to Jesus to see if He would persuade Santa to give him presents for Christmas. His first draft went something like this:

Dear Jesus,
I promise to be a good boy for one whole year if you will tell Santa Claus to give me presents for Christmas.

He looked at that letter and knew good and well he wasn’t going to last a whole year. So he tried again. 3 months. And again. 2 weeks. And again, each time shortening the length of days required to be a good boy. He came up with this:

Dear Jesus,
I promise to be a good boy for one whole day if you will tell Santa Claus to give me presents for Christmas.

He thought he could be good for one day but bounding out of his bedroom, he paused at the top of the stairs, realizing he couldn’t even make it for one day. I’m telling you, this little tyke was evil, mean, rotten and nasty! So what does an evil, mean, rotten and nasty kid do when confronted with such a dilemma? Well, he decided to run downstairs and, taking the little figurine of Mary from the nativity set on the mantel, ran back to his bedroom, pulled one last sheet of paper from his drawer and proceeded to write:

Dear Jesus,
If you ever want to see your mother again…

That excerpt was taken from a devotional I’m currently reading by Steve Fry entitled: "A God Who Heals the Heart” and it’s very very good. I encourage anyone to buy it and read it! I’m sure I’ll have more quotes from it in the future to share.

Oh Snap! I forgot to upload pictures of last year’s Mother’s Day. Oh well.
I had to use that expression “oh snap” because the punk kid I was talking to on the phone while ordering Papa John’s pizza for a training day at work said it when he screwed up my order. And now, it’s my new favorite phrase. It’s superior to several other choice words he could have selected at the time. Thank you papa john’s punk.

And now, because I’m in such a giddy mood, let’s take one look at a passage of scripture that I found very intriguing in my reading this week in Genesis 46 :
(28) Now Jacob sent Judah ahead of him to Joseph to get directions to Goshen.
Ha! That’s right men! Stopping to ask for directions is biblical!

Okay just a few last things to leave you with.
The shirt I should purchase for Dawson:

And for me I’m thinking something more along the lines of:

1 comment:

jenn said...

look at this...two comments from me in one day :). i have to admit i had to look up what "curmudgeon" was. you are too smart for me! ha! i will have to check out that devotion book sometime. and i think the scripture verse you sited rocks :)! by the way, the basement is coming along, thanks for asking...though i do get a bit tense around the spider webs :)