Jess Boctor

Category: Family Life

  • Rockin’ Mothers Day…

    I have started a new trend when it comes to gifts for my parents; be it mothers day, birthday or christmas. My new goal is to make them cry with either the perfect card, picture, etc. It may sound cruel but I get joy from touching them so deeply. Dad is a little hard but mom is almost a sure fire. I know it will catch up with me some day when I have sentimentally wicked kids of my own because I cry at everything just like my mom. The point is I think that this year I have gold prize tear jerker gift for my dear ol’ mama. Complete with poetry and visiual affects I think its kicks brunch and a card out of the water any day. Click on the pic and let me know what you think.

    Mothers day

    The poem reads as follows:

    From a mother to a daughter
    While you are young and I am old
    I will take care of you
    Feed, bath, and love you
    My touch will tell you
    All the joy tomorrow brings

    Together
    Then will come the golden days
    A seamless summer haze
    We will laugh, dance, paint and cry
    Our words will tell
    Our joy inside

    From a daughter to a mother
    And when I am old and you are young
    I will take care of you
    Feed, bath, and love you
    My touch will tell
    The dreams that we had begun.

    So go and love on your mothers this weekend!

  • Best Parents Ever…

    My brother is leaving for Iraq again soon…sometime in June is all we really know. Paul and I had been planning on coming to visit him after graduation for a few days because he wasn’t going to be able to make it out here, but due to his expected departure date and the fact that tickets are way cheaper in May then in June we decided to move our trip up.

    I had been checking out various prices on Expedia and travelocity etc and I found tickets around $250 per person. Cool. Paul and I can afford that. Fast forward to one week later when my parents and Paul and I are trying to finalize our plans and suddenly tickets cost $360 per person. I don’t know what difference a week makes but apparently it was going to cost us two hundred dollars more. Paul and I had to face the facts, we probably weren’t going to be able to go–or we were going to have to make my brother drive three hours–each way–to pick us up from the airport. Suck.

    Then my hero…my daddy steps in.

    My mom and dad had saved up a lot of sky miles over the last couple of years and so my dad gets on the computer and checks out his sky miles balance and within twenty minutes Paul and I have our tickets.

    Total cost to us: $20

    I have the best parents ever. Thanks guys, just thought the world needed to know about your generosity.

  • Big Meanie…

    I hate being mean.

    I know what you’re thinking, “Jessica MEAN?”

    Yeah, I’m a big meanie head. You should have seen me as kid. I was mean AND psychotic. I don’t know how my mom made it out alive.

    The thing that really sucks about being mean, is that then I feel sucky. I feel sucky because I know I did something mean and then I try to justify why I was mean because then maybe I won’t feel so bad.

    Nope. Didn’t work.

    I did something really mean this week and I tried to mask it with really religious bull shit like, “it was the truth”, “someone needs to say something”, and my favorite “they won’t grow without intervention”.

    Can I be really real for a moment? I wanted to hurt this person. They hurt me, and worse, they hurt someone I love.  I just wanted to nail ’em one right between the eyes. So I was a meanie head cleverly disguised as truth and humour. The part that is now breaking my heart is that I may have ruined a relationship and the possibility of positively influencing someone for Christ.

    I suck.

    I hate being mean.
    Jesus>

  • Postpone Christmas…

    I’m just not ready for it to be Christmas yet. I’ve been draggin my feet because I think I might be able to postpone it, but I should know better, dragging my feet just lets me get caught unprepared. Here are some of my reasons for wanting to postpone Christmas:

    1. It’s stinking 80 degrees outside. I don’t want to listen to songs about a white Christmas when I don’t even have good rainy weather.

    2. This will be the second Christmas with my little brother out of the picture. I miss him so much, I think the greatest gift this year would to be able to see him and have him home for a little while.

    3. I’m not ready for another year of my life to have gone by. It just seems too fast. My birthday is the day after Christmas and it really does mark the years of my life. I feel like this year has flown by….

    But Christmas is coming whether I am ready for it or not…at least I already have the tree up (I’ll put pictures up soon) and my spirits will start to brighten as the presents and cookies roll in (I LOVE PRESENTS!) Just can’t wait for a really good day of rain, and to see my brother this May, I guess I don’t care about the birthday thing so much…I will be only 22 (where were you in ’84?).

    What favorite Christmas memory of yours will help me get out of my December Funk?

  • Big Little Brother

    Okay, so according to my blog stats I have been very boring lately. I guess I need to spice life up with something really profound or amazing. Drat. I got nothing.

    What I do have is a week of craziness. In my past week I have: 1. Made a 6 foot long stick of dynamite 2. Bought new furniture 3. Had some joker at work make me cry 4. used the word A-hole in reference to said joker 5. Bought materials for Marriage Retreat centerpieces (yea!) 5. Been treated like a Rock Star by two 6 year olds at church last night 6. Come to the realization that my little brother is really leaving for war today.

    Lets talk about number 6.

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    This is me and Jonathan, or Jo Nathan as I sometimes call him, at my wedding. For all the times we have butted heads, argued and harassed each other through the years I wouldn’t trade him in for another brother ever, even though there are times that I look back on and I would completely understand if he wanted to trade me in for another sister. I would trade in some of my actions, and most of my attitudes regarding my little brother, but never him.

    Jo Nathan has taught me so many things over the years. He has helped me realize that there are some things I can never fix. He has taught me that laughter can almost always fix a bad situation. Giving is easy. That most people in the airforce don’t have common sense, and that loving people is always, always the most important thing.

    Today, he leaves for Iraq. I am excited for him because I can tell that he is following his heart and living out the adventure that is set before him. I cheer him on, but it is always hard to cheer someone on when they go to a place that you can’t follow. A place that is unsafe and that requires complete faith that whatever happens; good, bad and ugly, that God is in control.

    So I applaud you dear brother. I am cheering you on, excited and proud of you. Knowing that you go to fight battles that I can’t fight and love people I will never meet.

    Go Jon!

    PS. Prayer is always appreciated. Check out his MySpace to learn more about him.