Mother's Day

It is officially Mother's Day. I feel really bad in the fact that I didn't get my mom an "official" Mother's Day present, however I do have something planned that I hope is received the way that I see it.

Mother's Day is one of those days that I think about more than Father's Day. I guess because growing up my mom was always there for me a lot more than my dad was. I mean, she was the one who went to school functions, who actually paid attention to what was going on in my life, and basially my dad funded everything. Now he always wonders why we only go to him when we need money. I wonder why? That is the only thing that he has ever been good more, as sad as it is. But then again, as the saying goes, if the shoe fits...

But back to my point. Anyway, like I said, when I was in school, my mom was always the one that went on field trips with me, who came see school programs or parties or the what not. My dad was always "too busy". Except when it came to Amy's field trips. He decided he needed to "be a dad" and actually went on a few. Not that I'm jealous. I had a lot more fun with my mom than I would have had with my dad. The only thing he ever went on with me was to Camp Allen in fifth grade. He didn't even take off work. He drove down after work every day and then went home. We were only gone three days. I don't think it'd have killed him to take a few days of vacation.

Speaking of, we never went on a family vacation. Ever. The only things we ever did was go to Astroworld once a summer (c'mon, it was in Houston...not the moon). Now that Amy and I are all grown up, adults, he wants to "do things as a family". It's a little late to do the right thing now, as the song goes.

I'm now getting off topic. This started off being about Mother's Day, and ended up being a rant about my dad. But trust me, that could be a whole book all on its own.

Basically, I want to say that I hope my mom has a Happy Mother's Day, even though there is no chance she will ever read this.