When a little girl gets invited to a birthday party for one of her little boyfriends and the theme is “your favorite super hero”, you apparently don’t make her wear this:
This has a boy on it. And it is obviously meant to be worn by a boy. I have officially been schooled in female super hero attire:
Thank God the next party theme is “Frozen”. Hopefully I can get that right. Although she was in shock when I told her I didn’t know how to do an “Elsa” braid. Really? Let it go ….
I went to church today and Pastor Mark preached about character and integrity. These are the things that a father should have and want to be remembered for when they are gone. It was a great sermon but it somewhat made me sad because I don’t remember my Dad for his character and integrity. I then went on to read a lot of blogs today from bloggers worldwide thanking their fathers for being such a great Dad. I thought about it a lot today and thought maybe I should thank my Dad too:
Thanks Dad for changing your name and never letting us know who you really were. I am glad that I do not know my heritage or any of my family members from your side of the tracks. Even though I have no clue where I came from, I do know where I am going.
Thanks Dad for letting us know that you had two daughters before marrying my Mom, adopting her boys (my brothers) and donating your sperm for me. If I could find Pammy and Lisa (yes, this is all I know about them) I would let them know how lucky they were that you walked out of their life and never looked back.
Thanks Dad for never taking me to church or teaching me about God. It makes me so happy to know that you respected me enough to allow me to make my own choice about religion. Because you allowed me to make my own choice about religion, I made poor choices about life in general. God should have always been first in my life from the day I was born. But you made sure that didn’t happen. How dare anyone love someone in life more than you.
Thanks Dad for always making sure I knew how to make friends. I mean, because we moved every two or three years I had to, right? Because of that I tried very hard never to get close to anyone because we would be moving again. I still have that ability. The ability to distance myself from everyone. They say home is where the heart is. I never had a home.
Thanks Dad for making sure I always went to the doctor and to the dentist like I should have growing up. Because I was so well taken care of I only needed $13,000.00 worth of work on my teeth when I turned 18 and was able to care for myself. And that broken nose you never took me to the doctor for, well I finally got that fixed too when I was in my thirties, well after you had died from your drinking.
Thanks Dad for showing all of us how to drink really well. Alcoholism, whether genetic or learned, you made sure it effected every one of us.
Thanks Dad for being sure we all knew what a strong man you were. We were all left speechless every time you showed your strength when you beat one of my brothers, or even my Mom for that matter.
Thanks Dad for being such a great leader and for taking charge in the family. Your guidance taught us so well. We knew that as long as we pounded our own chest that everyone was sure to respect us. Respect was not something we would have to earn in life, right? As long as we controlled everyone we came in contact with we would be okay.
Thanks Dad for always being so proud of me in school. For not attending my induction into the National Honor Society. For not attending my high school graduation. For not encouraging me to go to college. Mom always said my mind was wasted, but who was she to speak up? I’m still learning Dad, every day I learn something new.
Thanks Dad, for playing Russian roulette with Mom, literally. Although she married you, she always knew she was the lucky one, finding one of the five empty chambers every time. Did you ever think she would outlive you? She didn’t. She was certain you would kill her first.
Thanks Dad, for teaching me how to fish. Yep, thanks Dad, I’m glad I know how to fish.
Wow, Dad. Who would have known I would have so much to say “Thank you” for? Really, Thanks Dad, because if it were not for you, I would not be who I am today. That’s not to say that you helped or encouraged me to be the person that I am, but you certainly showed me who I did not want to be.
My mother’s day weekend couldn’t have been any better. In addition to all of this, it was our first time back to church and our Marriage for Real class in two weeks. I pray my life is back to normal soon.
Being only a week post-op, feeling and looking about 5 months pregnant
I was not going to post this but then I decided
Oh! What the Hell. I am who am.
They used to be tiny
And want to hold my hand
They would weeble-wobble
And could barely stand
Look at them now
Hovering over me
They are still my babies
And will forever be
Earlier in the week another WordPress Blogger told me this was her favorite post in the A to Z Challenge in April 2014. The timing was perfect for me to repost it for Mother’s Day.
I hope everyone had a great day. ~ Monique
I wonder sometimes how you did it. How did you sit back and watch me make all my mistakes in life never once judging me? As you probably know the boys are testing my limits. Yes, your precious grandsons. But with you as my mentor I know I will get through this.
I miss you now more than ever. I’m tired of being tired. My get up and go has got up and gone. Test after test. Colonoscopy first, that was a buttload of fun. Ultrasound, HIDA scan, endoscopy .. I just can’t wait to have a radioactive chemical injected into my veins. Regardless of what this may be I have no fear because I know one day I will see you again.
And by the way you were right, Ray was a keeper. And he has kept his promise to you.
I love you Mom,
My darling daughter:
I was able to watch you make your mistakes with a chuckle because I knew my precious grandsons would give you twice as much grief. Be patient as there are no limits when it comes to being a mother.
I know you have not been feeling well. I am glad you do not fear death but don’t be so eager to come see me. You have alot to live for and people who need you. I will be here when your time comes and until then you are in my prayers.
I had a good feeling about Ray. I think that is why I was finally able to let go and begin my journey in heaven.
Love to all,
Not only did I get cheated out of having a daughter
It is obvious I got left out of the gene pool too!
As a Zero to Hero participant, my 28th task is to start looking for patterns in my blog’s performance and build on my most popular content. Today, I am to find the post that received the most views, likes and comments and write a related post. The following post was in response to the weekly photo challenge: Juxtaposition A juxtaposition is “the act of placing things side by side, especially for the purpose of comparison or contrast”
I really don’t know how to elaborate much about a photo, other than that I knew immediately what picture I wanted to post in response to this challenge. The photo taken in 2006 at the Monster Truck Jam in Houston. My youngest son was 14 and we had a blast. It was really loud in Reliant Stadium. Next week I take his daughter, my granddaughter, back to the same location for Sesame Street Live! I can’t wait!
This post is inspired by the weekly photo challenge: Juxtaposition A juxtaposition is “the act of placing things side by side, especially for the purpose of comparison or contrast” Photo taken in 2006 at the Monster Truck Jam.
Listening to 90s on 9 this morning on the way to the gym sparked some memories. I remember those club hopping days in Houston when every cover band played this song and the place went crazy. Years have gone by and my choice of music has changed. I still like the old rock but Third Day, Daughtry, Chris Tomlin, Cassadee Pope and Kelly Clarkson is more my preference these days. But I must admit .. the Bose speakers in the Tahoe got a work out at 5:30 this morning.