He’ll always be there for you, sad happy and anything in between.
–4wrd Thnkn Son
He’ll always be there for you, sad happy and anything in between.
–4wrd Thnkn Son
It’ mother’s day! Yes it’s the day dear mom wakes up after obsessing all night about how to clean the cat. Did I mention it’s mother’s day, and the cat had a run in with a skunk last night? Cat’s despite what you might think don’t like baths- not even on mother’s day; especially when it involves a concoction found on the internet for how to get rid of skunk odor. No restaurant will have us cause we smell of skunk. But it’s all good. Our skunk smelling family will be together, through thick and thin or at least……..until we get rid of this damn smell- and join the rest of civilization.
Today, we celebrate the life of Martin Luther King. I know he had a dream, but did it include ice skating? When I heard some parents offer to take my kids ice skating today, I was surprised. Is this what his struggle was for? Perhaps so black and white children could skate together in one rink?
Maybe I’m over thinking this. But then I heard about a Hennesy advertising campaign “Mixed Drinks MLK Jr. Would Be Proud Of.” Hennesy goes on to say, Monday is Martin Luther King Day, a day used to commemorate the work of the Civil Rights activist. In the middle of winter, beaches and BBQ parties are impractical for the majority of the country that are given the day off. Check out these delicious Hennessy V.S specialty mixed drinks that are perfect for any indoor gathering to celebrate Dr. King’s life.. The new best way to honor Martin Luther King Jr. is with a cup of “Introspective Moment,” made from cigar-infused Hennessy, coffee, bitters, ginger beer, and a cherry.
What is the point of having a day off to honor Martin Luther King? I wonder if it would make more sense to not give children and adults the day off, but instead, use the time in school or in the work place to learn about the issues he cared about such as racism, and non-violence. If we can dedicate one day a year to give thanks on Thanksgiving; can’t we do the same to gather and learn about racism, non-violence, and how it impacts our lives today?
What do you think?
My family likes to laugh. So, at some point during the holidays, it is inevitable that we will talk about Saturday Night Live characters. It has been happening for years. But now with youtube, hulu, and instant ipod viewings, we not only describe the episode, we show it. After viewing many scenes, I have picked my favorite. It is the “I am your mother” sketch with Fred Armisten. I think he consistently puts a fresh twist on his characters, and this time was no exception. It was so over the top, it was hilarious. What do you think?
My family spent the day at a town carnival. Let me state up front, I hate those things. The rides freak me out. And I don’t know how they do it, but they always seem to find guys with missing or damaged teeth and tattoos to run the rides.
Fortunately, my sons are way into going on rides together. Even still, I came prepared with some malox tablets in case I got called into action. My boys are pretty daring, but today I learned there are limits.
Let’s put it this way, as I heard my sons get locked into the “zipper”-a cage like object that flips and flops upwards, I had some doubts. But this is why God gave us “denial.” And then I heard the shouts from the sky, “get me out of here!!!!” Yes , those were my sons.
The carny reassured me he was bringing them down.(pause-who you may rightly ask-seeks parental “reassurance” from a carny.) He said, “the little one was a bit under height regs, but I planned to keep an eye on him.” And then he pointed out, “this rides been around for a long time, so long. In fact, I remember it from when I was kid…..I just never realized I’d be operating one of these things. ”
As our kids came running into our arms, I knew what they were thinking…”WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU_HOW COULD YOU LET US GO UP IN THAT CAGE!!!” And that is when I knew, unlike many teachable moments, this was a therapy moment. One I imagine we’ll be hearing about for many years to come.
After visiting with in-laws, cousins, and extended family, it’s time to hug, promise to stay in touch, and say goodbye. And as much as we’re ready to go, the 19-20 hours doesn’t seem quite as reasonable as it did on the way there.
The videos and DVD’s seem old and boring. Every traffic jam seems like one too many. The empathy you felt for “that poor driver” on the way there suddenly turns into,”for crisake, get off the road!” And about now, the food goes downhill. You go to Bob Evans for the sausages and biscuits, start drinking serious quantities of Big Gulps from 7-11, and the fruit has to come from unnatural food sources; “sour apple, grape, and fruity” flavored gum, cereal and treats. And then its time for one more night at a motel.
This time, its the one off the highway. The one with the really, really, really, long drive way to the Days Inn. Most of the other guests are truckers. The place usually looks like it was painted over many, many times as part of its effort to upgrade. The lobby entrance is a mix of low lighting and the blue bouncing off of the tv screen. The plants are fake with a coating of dust. It’s the kind of motel where they provide you with an iron door stop to keep out the riff raff. The air conditioning is always a bit too cold and loud. The floral prints have turned to weed prints. Most of the caulk in the bath has peeled away. They don’t even bother letting you know that the bathroom was cleaned. And while they provide you a supply of towels, everyone you open up appears to be a hand towel.
Not even the “cont’ breakfast can change your mood.. You feel forced to hear loud truckers compare road tales. Despite swearing off excessive carbohydrates, you are forced to eat white bread, powdered donuts, Frosted Flakes, and drink coffee with Creamer packets. The place is so far down the motel totem pole, they don’t even have “waffle off.” Only then, do you realize how good you had it. The dining room is basically 10 card tables and some black chairs with minor rips and stuffing peeking out. You have to wonder if its even worth eating there and then its back on that long, long, long drive way.
Every rest stop feels like a burden. You can’t even make one more joke about the bathroom key being attached to a hubcap. And jus t when you are about to give up, you see home. At first, the house feels stuffy. A big pack of bills is waiting for you. The microwave lights are blinking because the power went out for awhile while you were away. The laundry sits in a mountainous pile. You take a hot shower. The air conditioning starts to kick in. You watch a show you’ve been missing and then………….. fall asleep……. during the best part.
The bags are packed. The DVDs and Cd’s have been collected . We will be leaving for summer vacation. We will drive 19-20 hours with our 7 and 5year old boys. It will begin with tremendous optimism about the journey. The car will be spotless and have that fresh new car smell. We will fill our stomachs with healthy snacks,bottled water, and fruit.
But sooner than we expect, we’ll stop at a highway Mc Donald’s. At first, we’ll stick to salads, fajita sandwiches, and happy meals. We’ll continue to be hopeful as we arrive at the U shaped halls of the Comfort Inn. We’ll adapt to the musty curtains, heavy floral print sheets, covers, and erratic air conditioning because its our first night on the road. And as the the kids jump from bed to bed, I will complain about the room. My wife will then remind me that we’ get a free breakfast in the morning. And then all is good.
No doubt, we’ll be shocked to see how many people will be sharing our carbo loaded “free” breakfast with us. The kids will be excited about the unhealthy cereal choices and doughnuts. And my wife and I will remark on this amazing product called, “waffle off.” While we’ve never seen it anywhere else in the world, we always find it at the Comfort Inn’.
What you may ask is “Waffle Off?” It is a spray used to clean off the waffle makers in between uses at the “Cont Breakfast,” (continental breakfast.) However I’m still unclear as to which continent started this breakfast tradition.
After filling up our tummy’s and the tank, we’ll continue our journey until one of the boys shouts, “why we aren’t at Grandma’s house yet?”