The 13th Apostol

I Miss My Blog

I've never been so exhausted in my life.

Miracle at Penn Square Mall

And as Jesus Himself stood atop the Happy Feet  Kiosk, a beacon of heavenly light shone down upon the slippers with magical healing powers.

Nary a passerby could bring themselves to to forgo the purchase of at least one pair.

Children danced in the isles, the old and weary laughed once again, tired mothers felt invigorated, worried fathers had hope for new beginnings.

Shelves were cleared, restocked and cleared yet again...

As sales sky rocketed into the thousands, I had to ask myself if there wasn't something more at work here than just mass hysteria. Vendors throughout The Mall scratching their heads in disbelief.

Two ladies selling house shoes for $25 a pop, from a Kiosk in the far West end of The Mall.

Parenthood

In an apparent subconscious attempt to survive a now nine hour day in a whirling abyss of humanity, I have all but quit blogging.

Toughened, hardened to the mass of daily lives encroaching mine. De-focusing along with them, anxiety replacing Seasonal bliss.

What "Thing" will make my child happy? Read: What thing will make my child OK? Flashbacks serve me well, as we unpacked Christmas last weekend.

Three years ago in the hood, Al's first Christmas back,  all he wanted was a plastic Nativity scene that played "We Three Kings" . I gave it to him on Christmas Eve, he fell asleep playing it over and over.

We were so poor, so rich.

I am guilty of teaching my child the wrong things, exhausting myself to make material dreams come true.

One year, maybe next, he'll know perhaps Santa has many helpers out here. This year, he still believes with the innocence I myself long to have.

This is what we do, this is the whole deal as parents...we do whatever it takes, to make their dreams come true.

If that means getting rejected twenty times a day while on your knees in the middle of a Mall...then by God you do it.

You do whatever it takes.

The Real Meaning of Christmas

Puppy or xbox?

The Rainman Cometh

Me:  "Oh wow, this Betsy Clark ornament is 30-years-old this Christmas."

Rainman:  "Betsy Clark, really?"

Me:  "Yeah,  see..."1976",  I loved Betsy Clark 10 times more than Hello Kitty,  I totally had everything Betsy Clark."

Rainman:  "I guess I was thinking Betsy Clark was a singer."

Me:  "Petula Clark. Your thinking of Petula Clark and why am I having this conversation with you? 

Miracles

This is how I spend my Saturday evenings . This is where my hard earned money goes.  Yes, I'm a tad whacky, but that's  ok, they say Jesus freakin loves me. Word.

Attention All OKC SUV Owners: Your On!

Yesterday we impressed the suits and that goes a long way. We were open right along with the big dogs. Macy's (arf) Dillard's (arf, arf) and JC Penny's (GRRRR) The anchor stores that dictate everything in Malltopia.

That's what makes a business successful, being there for that ONE customer that braves the elements....except our one got side-tracked at Candy-freakin-opolis.

The Big Dogs owners and I talked for 30 minutes about all the weenies that called in. (my penis is bigger than yours)

We now have 6 inches of snow on top of an inch of ice. What do people up North do all winter, stay home? Get in those stupid SUV's everyone in this town owns and drive people! Your on, this is it, this is your big break!