Considering the circumstances, I feel it's a good time to update on happenings around the U.S. today. I found out yesterday dear old Sharon (that's my mom) spent Mother's day working. Will she ever get a break? I would think that things would get easier for mom but apparantly she can't even get a Sunday off from work. I would like to put a healthy amount of the blame on the three psychos to the right here. They are handsome devils aren't they? Haha. These three are not civil in any sense. They have problems with authority and the authority has problems with them. But man, I would say it's worth being around them to just see what they are going to do next.
The greeen gumba on the far right is my brother Garth. He had prom Saturday night so he had things going on and even though he's a farmer/mechanic/future army reserve, doesn't mean that he stayed up all night waking up northwest Ohio and then went straight to the fields the following morning to do chores, followed immediately by working on his truck before going to do 700 pushups in an hour. No the boy had to sleep and sleep he did. You get tired creating chaos like he does, give him a break.
The piece of work in the middle goes by the name of Scarlett Fever (no idea why). His real name is Zach. Zach is in the army. He made the spontaneous decision to join such a cause during his senior year in highschool. That very decision landed him in Germany for an extended period of time. However, this very day- the day after mother's day- he returns to the U.S. of A. to spend the next month or so staying up late reminiscing with friends, and nothing else but staying up all night waking up Northwest Ohio. It's just what you do in those parts. So while he's partying until he goes to his next post (remember "A party isn't a party if it happens every night."), I hope he shows some love to sharon because the confused, lanky wanderer on the left surely won't be doing his part.
That's me, James, and I'm currently out of the picture for the time being and will most likely be just that for a really long time. Regardless, I'm the oldest and should be setting the prescedent for showing love and respect and whatever to the mother. Am I wrong? I'm pretty off on that mark. If you would witness, Sharon, Garth, Scarlett Fever, and myself in a room together, you would understand that our respect and love for each other is very unspoken. Plus it's just something that we don't do well (express appreciation for one another, that is).
So given the events of the past day (it may as well be years), and the fact that our "mommy dearest" doesn't get the props that she deserves, allow me to express my unspoken love for the toughest woman I will probably ever know. She's the woman that has encouraged us to be independent even though she didn't approve of some of our decisions. Yet she remained. She never caged us. She looks after us when we don't look after her. She works her ass off and still has time to keep tabs when we never do. I'm pretty sure no other woman could handle us three and I don't think any of us realize that enough. Unless you consider my grandma but she's retired. Here is a song that I wish I wrote to finish this update. It brings things full circle...
God bless mom
Best of all
Spread your wings
Fly or fall
You'll see how hard it can be
To keep your side of the deal
And you'll see how hard it can be
To keep one foot in the real
God bless you
Strong and true
Stay at home
Good as gold
And you'll see how hard it can be
To keep your side of the deal
And you'll see how hard it can be
To keep one foot in the real
Even though she will probably never read this, God bless you mom.
Love, Your sons.
