5. I've run out of things to write about. NOT! is #5

NOT! For most of us, it was a fad. For you, my beloved Momma, it was one of the greatest things to hit spoken language since the contraction or the misuse of the word "hopefully." Who cares if by the time you caught on, we weren't really using it anymore? Holly and I decided anything that made you that happy couldn't be all bad. In fact, I think you even used it the last time I was home. You keep doing you, Momma.

4. Reason #4 The Folklore of the Prayer List

1. Chuck Martin

2. Issaid Toby 

3. Onthee St. John Sr.

4. P. Ray Erlist II

5. Chuck Martin

It's true. My friends have always joked that because I'm such a troublemaker, you have kept my name permanently on the prayer list not just once, but twice -- just to be sure. I couldn't really deny that to be true, especially considering Holly and I would always point out the offenses that would automatically place one of us on that prayer list over the other sibling. As I've grown older, I find it comforting to think I might have had an official piece of real estate on such an important list to both my mother and grandmother. Even if I wasn't written formally on the list, I'm certain I was in both sets of prayers.  

3. But, Where is Reason Number 3?

Reason #3:
The Animals of Farmer Jones remains one of my favorite stories to this day. Only Momma could read the voices, each animal with perfect balance of stress and curiosity in their strange animal voices. The simplicity of the book never bothered me, I guess. I was getting the show. A barnyard full of characters who still feel familiar and wonderful even today in my memories. Thank you, Momma.

2. Reason #2: The Bloody-Noser

Momma couldn't have hurt a fly had she tried.

      It wasn't Mike Tyson nor George Foreman. It wasn't even Rick Marshman -- the red-headed bully who lived up the street from Grandma and Grandpa. Nope, it wasn't Dad, or even my big sister, Holly. The honor of giving me my first (and only, by the way) bloody nose was none other than you, Momma. There I was on the couch enjoying Saturday morning cartoons while you sat in your rocking chair and chatted with me. Suddenly, one of my sarcastic barbs sent you into action as you pounced on me like a cat. I remember being so startled that my body contorted and my knee popped my nose. The best part was when I was holding the tissue to stop the bleeding while comforting my very distraught mother, who through tears and wails explained, "I just wanted to rough house with you like your dad does!" I love my bloody-noser of a mother.

1. Reason to Love Momma #1: Best Advice I've Ever Been Given

Momma,

     I do not even know if you remember the conversation. We had it in one of our family vans on the way home from this or that in town. You were patiently and devoutly listening to another of my diatribes about some drama I was having with a "supposedly nice" girl at school. When I finished, you said, "I have learned to not trust anyone who says they are a good or nice person." You paused for a bit as I processed what you were saying. "A person who is really good or nice wouldn't need to tell you," you continued, "you'd just know. Just like a person of faith doesn't need to tell you -- you'll see them living it." Through the years, I have met many people who make similar false claims, and just as you warned -- they were not to be trusted. Thanks to your advice, though, I was always a step ahead of them.

                                                                                                                                             Chuck D.

Introduction to the Ode

Momma,

My mother and I at Waubonsie State Park. 

This simple blog is meant to be a place for you to come and find our stories. Within these stories, I hope to point out the vast number of ways I have grown to love and respect you...as well as develop a sense of humor for the rest of our stories. It is my hope that some will make you proud, others will make you cry, a few might make you laugh, but each and every entry should help you feel the love from your youngest all the way in Chicago.   
                                         Love, Chuck