I was laying there trying to go to sleep last night (without much success, as I have a toothache), and my mind was wandering. I don't know about your mind, but when mine wanders....whoa! (just look at some earlier posts) So, I was thinking about George Washington (what...you don't think about our founding fathers when you are lying there trying to go to sleep?) and how he was called "the Father of our Country". I further thought that there is not a "Mother of our Country" (unless Martha gets it by default, but I don't think so). Then I started thinking about "family" or relationship nicknames. This is to be a participatory blog. I want you all to write back with the ones you think of that I missed. Here are the ones I thought of (I was up quite a while with my tooth!):
Father of our Country, the Founding Fathers, Uncle Sam, Mother Earth, Mother Nature, Mother of all battles (or bombs), a priest is called - Father, a Mother Superior runs a convent, a priest can be a Brother, a nun is a Sister, Father Time, the pope is the Holy Father, then you have the biggie in religion - the Father, The Son, and the Holy Ghost. How about Father Time, Mother Goose, the Mother Tongue? Then there is the Mother Lode, the Fatherland, the Motherland and Big Brother. Brother's Grimm, the Allman Brothers, the Blues Brothers, Brooks Brothers, the Doobie Brothers, Neville Brothers, and more currently - the Jonas Brothers, Twisted Sister, the Andrews Sisters, and the Lennon Sisters. Mothers of Invention, Uncle Kracker, Sister Soulja, Sister Sledge, and maybe the Bee Gees (stands for Brothers Gibb).
I know there are more, so write in. I stayed up as long as I could.
Later
Well I am writing this from the scene of one of my latest moments of glory - the Comfort Suites in Colonial Heights, Va. For those of you that do not take notes of all my achievements - that was the hotel where I was (drum roll please - ) Guest of the Day about a month ago. I drove up (and parked in the Platinum Elite member space - I might add) gathered my goodies and headed in. I thought of pulling a hat down over my head and putting my collar up to hide from the photographers and autograph fans, but I had no hat and the crowds just were not really a problem. I ambled to the front desk and it was the same girl! Surely here the recognition would reign! But as I approached her I glanced to the reader board - the same reader board that not so long ago was praising me as Guest of the Day! I staggered a bit under the realization that there was another name on MY sign! Then it hit me - Guest of the Day! I had lived my glorious 24 hours and now it was time to move on. OH WOE IS ME. I curse
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