These are the dog days . . . .
And my beloved Dodgers are doggin' it.
I really look forward to the last month of baseball. It's a Catch-22 kinda thing. The season is almost over, but during the last 22 games of the season, the Dodgers play all Western Division teams. So much can change in the month of September.
I love baseball first, the Dodgers second, and then that local team (I forget their name). A purist might have a problem with this, but I love baseball that much. I would pay to watch the Nationals play the Pirates, and I wouldn't even care who won (I think that goes without saying).
Now about my beloved bums, entering the week they were 2-1/2 games out of first. They lose 2 out of 3 to that local team, who by the way is currently 16-1/2 games out, and suddenly they're 6 games out. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN?!! That local team rolls over for everyone else, but they play the Dodgers as if Grady Little said something about Bruce Bochy's mom.
Now it's off to San Diego . . . . I think I know where this is going . . . . UGH!!
Can you say "Wild Card"?
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
I love my kids . . .
I love my wife, I love my mom, but my love for my kids is somehow different.
My wife is a soulmate, my split-apart, my BFF. She completes my sentences, finishes my songs and opens my beer. Although most of the time, she takes a sip before bringing it to me. She plans a surprise party and invites all of MY friends. She spends HER money to buy me Dodger memorabilia, even though she is a hard-core Giant fan. When we met, it was a perfect fit. It was as if we had known each other forever. I love her dearly.
My mom is the perfect example of what a mother should be. In fact, if you owned a 1957 edition of the Funk & Wagnalls dictionary, you would see her picture next to the word "mommy". A mother's love is unconditional. It doesn't matter how old you are, or what you've made of yourself, she will always love you and long to take care of you, as if you were still 6 years old.
My love for my kids is kinda like that. It's unconditional. It doesn't matter if they're 6 or 76, I will always love them the same. With my wife, I look forward to spending the rest of my life with her and loving her more and more each day. With a child, your love was complete that moment you looked into their eyes.
N o w . . . every have that certain someone that just flat-out annoys you. I mean, just seeing their face or hearing their voice brings on a h e a v y s i g h .
I love this quote from Andrew Murray:
"In all the compassion with which a father listens to his weak or sickly child, in all the joy with which a father hears his stammering child, in all the gentle patience with which a father bears his thoughtless child, we must study the heart of our Father, until every prayer be borne upward"
What I'm trying to say is, "we are all in this together", you, me, your spouse, my spouse, your kids, my kids, your peeps, my peeps. WE ARE ALL HIS. And, HE loves us unconditionally, and at times, with all the gentle patience with which a father bears his thoughtless child.
So, next time you get annoyed with that certain someone, remember, they belong to HIM. HE loves them unconditionally and completely. We are all HIS . . . unruly, unlikely, unrepentant and annoying.
Think about it . . . . it's no fun being an outcast, inept, annoying and/or socially awkward. What if it were your kid? Would you still love them?
Answer: More than life itself
My wife is a soulmate, my split-apart, my BFF. She completes my sentences, finishes my songs and opens my beer. Although most of the time, she takes a sip before bringing it to me. She plans a surprise party and invites all of MY friends. She spends HER money to buy me Dodger memorabilia, even though she is a hard-core Giant fan. When we met, it was a perfect fit. It was as if we had known each other forever. I love her dearly.
My mom is the perfect example of what a mother should be. In fact, if you owned a 1957 edition of the Funk & Wagnalls dictionary, you would see her picture next to the word "mommy". A mother's love is unconditional. It doesn't matter how old you are, or what you've made of yourself, she will always love you and long to take care of you, as if you were still 6 years old.
My love for my kids is kinda like that. It's unconditional. It doesn't matter if they're 6 or 76, I will always love them the same. With my wife, I look forward to spending the rest of my life with her and loving her more and more each day. With a child, your love was complete that moment you looked into their eyes.
N o w . . . every have that certain someone that just flat-out annoys you. I mean, just seeing their face or hearing their voice brings on a h e a v y s i g h .
I love this quote from Andrew Murray:
"In all the compassion with which a father listens to his weak or sickly child, in all the joy with which a father hears his stammering child, in all the gentle patience with which a father bears his thoughtless child, we must study the heart of our Father, until every prayer be borne upward"
What I'm trying to say is, "we are all in this together", you, me, your spouse, my spouse, your kids, my kids, your peeps, my peeps. WE ARE ALL HIS. And, HE loves us unconditionally, and at times, with all the gentle patience with which a father bears his thoughtless child.
So, next time you get annoyed with that certain someone, remember, they belong to HIM. HE loves them unconditionally and completely. We are all HIS . . . unruly, unlikely, unrepentant and annoying.
Think about it . . . . it's no fun being an outcast, inept, annoying and/or socially awkward. What if it were your kid? Would you still love them?
Answer: More than life itself
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