Well it seems that people have lost their minds again when Coca Cola ran their superbowl ad with many different people in different languages singing “America the Beautiful”.
I just do not see the problem, Coke is a American country that has gone global, why would they not celebrate their diversity. Yet the Xenophobes always have something incredibly stupid to say, and it has not been the first time.
When Marc Anthony sang the national anthem, another group of people also lost their collective minds.
So, what I did was email Coke and asked them to do another commercial with the same song but have Naive Americans sing in in their particular dialects.
What do you think?
Well Father’s Day has come and gone and every time it does I become just a little bit sadder.
My son did not call me today.
He is 7 years old, I am sure he knows what Father’s Day means.
Or at the very least his mother would have told him to call.
But that would be just a little too much to ask for.
But this blog is for me to wail and lament over, it is a wake up call to those people who are selfish and keep their children away from their other parent.
People, please push your children to have some form of contact with the parent that is not there. You will never understand the damage you are doing to these kids. Even if the other person is no good, does not pay child support or what ever excuse (non excuse really) you can think up of.
I never met my father.
It ALWAYS bothered me in school when we had project to do for Father’s Day and I would make something like the other kids but unlike the other kids I would make things for naught.
They would get thrown out in the garbage before I arrived home.
Now some people would say, “You should have gave it to your mom.”
But I didn’t want to give it to my mom, I wanted to be like everyone else and give it to my dad.
Now I wonder if my son thinks this way.
So please let a kid have a mom and a dad, even if you are not with that person anymore.
Keep your ego by the door, for the child’s sake.
Well another Mother’s Day is here and another quiet and lonely day. My mother died back in 2001 due to the ravages of breast cancer.
Now people tell me that is better that she is not suffering anymore and that she is in a better place, but you know what, I am feeling selfish.
I want my mother to be alive, I want to here her voice, taste her cooking, and see her spoiling my son who she never met.
But no, I have to remind myself daily that she is gone and will not return in this lifetime.
I just pray that she made her peace with God so I can see her again.
I miss you Mommy.