Tuesday, December 31, 2013

I Went to a Party Mom


I'm sure a lot of you are ready to go out and get crazy for New Year's Eve. It's fine to get crazy but be sure not to get too crazy. I would be so happy if there was no death or injury this New Year's. I found this poem a few days years ago in a local paper and it serves as a grim reminder of the damage one can do when they get reckless when drinking and driving.



I Went to a Party Mom

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.

I didn’t drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.

Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I’d get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road, the other car didn’t see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say, the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I’m the one who will pay.

I’m lying her dying, Mom…I wish you’d get here soon.

How could this happen to me, Mom?

My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.

I hear the medic say, Mom, I’ll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn’t drink.

It was the other, Mom. The others didn’t think.

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink Mom? It can ruin your whole life.

I’m felling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don’t think it’s fair.

I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom, Tell Daddy to be brave.

And when I go to heaven, Mom, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.

I’m becoming very scared.

Please don’t cry for me, Mom.

When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom, before I say goodbye.

I didn’t drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

Author Unknown


Remember folks. Drink with conviction. Drink with caution. Drink with safety. Drink with responsibility.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Shop is back open for now.

Okay I had closed this blog off while I worked on going through old posts but it turns out people actually noticed it was down and have actually asked why I closed it off to the public. The reason I did that was because I was going through and tidying up the place. I thought I'd be able to do this under the radar but it looks like I can't, which is fine.

So in light of that I've decided to leave it open to the public and I'll just make changes on the fly. I'll warn you now that I'm in the middle of a job hunt so I won't be posting that often (notice this is my first post in nearly a month) but for the sake of past posts I'll keep it open.

Take it easy folks and thanks for reading.