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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Thank you, Grandma

You know, you never know when something you send to someone is just what they needed, right then, right there.

God works through my Granny like that on a constant basis. There's always a "forward" in my inbox from her...from HIM.

When did she realize her greatest happiness? Sitting on the floor with her
grandchildren, playing games, eating pizza or reading a story, a simple gift
from God.

Thank you, Grandma. I love you. You've always been an inspiration in my life - even from miles away. You're a gift to our entire family and held in high regard. Love you.

PARENT JOB DESCRIPTION

POSITION : Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma, Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop

JOB DESCRIPTION :
Long term, team players needed for challenging, permanent work in an often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and
endless sports tournaments in far away cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.

RESPONSIBILITIES :
The rest of your life, must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5.
Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices. Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.

POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION :
None. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.

PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE :
None required unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.

WAGES AND COMPENSATION :
Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.

BENEFITS :
While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered; this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love, and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Z and the Bee

Z is our youngest and from time-to-time, wiggles into that stereotype fairly well. Yesterday, he apparently was one of many class clowns, which rewarded him with a yellow card. But that's just Zac and as long as he's not consistently moving up the Candyland Road of Discipline, I mark it up to his personality. There is plenty of time to deal with that when he's not so cute.

That personality shined bright yesterday and made me forget about that yellow card hanging on the board. Leaving school, we were walking down the sidewalk and he was doing that skip-walk thing that all young kids do when their world is grand. He was chattering about what he was going to bring into class for "O" day when he abruptly stopped, swung his little arm around and said, "Whoooa, Mom, was that a bee?!?

Me: "I don't know, I didn't see it."

Z: " I think it was."

Me: "Did it go, 'zzzz' when it flew by?"

Z: "No, I didn't hear that but I know it was a bee."

Me: "Oh yeah, how do you know that?"

Z: ...pause...because it smelled like honey!"

And with that, I forgot all about the yellow card.