7/18/2007

ALL OF GOD'S RICHEST BLESSINGS and then some...

"I don't care which one of them shows up. I am getting one of my cousins drunk tomorrow," I declared.
"But Amanda is only 15!" my mom cried disapprovingly. She is always trying to rain on my parades.
- 07/18/07

"You are just jealous because nobody wishes you ALL OF GOD'S RICHEST BLESSINGS," I said to her, quoting a card I had received (along with $25) from a great-aunt earlier in the week.
"If you say that one more time today I am going to throw something at your head."
"Fair enough," I replied and walked away.
- 07/10/07

We were in the same class for two years, but the only reason I even remember his name at all is because he threw-up one day in the first grade. My friends and I all spent the next few months emphatically avoiding the spot his vomit had landed, which happened to be right smack in the middle of the only doorway leading into the classroom.
I never thought I would be so desperately concerned about the health of someone that I was never even really friends with. Yet each night I squeeze my eyes shut and pray to a God that I don't even believe in, asking him to let this boy I once knew go into remission.
- 07/08/07

3 comments:

Accidentally Me said...

My little sister did a wine tasting when she was in Italy last summer, and I was really hoping for a drunk phone call...she was 11.

That is a really sweet note about the boy with cancer...

8 (or 12...)? Pretty good number, overall.

Never That Easy said...

Why do moms always try to rain on the parades? Well, at least you've got those BLESSINGS on your side...

Jenn said...

I wonder if you can transfer your BLESSINGS onto the boy....