Mommy, read me a fairy tale.

12 Apr

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So, yes, I’m going to be Mondoo Mommy soon.  As I near the end of my pregnancy, besides feeling uncomfortable and resembling The Penguin (Thanks Mr. Mondoo), I’m starting to get a little nervous about the idea of raising a child.  Until this point, my fears have revolved around the specific (“How do I dress a newborn in the summer?”) to the more general (“How do I not scar this child for life with my daily parenting decisions?”).  More than anything, I worry about the day that she discovers (and I have to verify) that life not a fairy tale.  But then magical things like Phil Mickelson’s triumph at the 2010 Masters happen and I know that fairy tales do happen.

I don’t pretend to know much about golf (although our house, car, you name it has been inundated with Masters coverage since Thursday).  I especially don’t pretend to be an expert on Phil Mickelson.  But the following is what I know:

He seems like a super nice guy.  Even when he isn’t in the lead or playing particularly well, he doesn’t throw hissy-fits and swear (ahem, Tiger).

He’s a family guy.  When he wins tournaments, his adorable wife and children flock to his side and he immediately embraces them (you know, instead of stepping out on them with over a dozen whores and missing your son’s first birthday, ahem, Tiger)

He has faced a year of hardships.  Nearly a year ago, his beautiful wife was diagnosed with breast cancer and although is doing better, is still very much struggling.  Only two months after his wife’s diagnosis, his mother was also diagnosed with breast cancer.  This is the perfect example of life dumping a ton of crap on you.  (Unlike people who bring it on themselves, ahem, Tiger).

He’s appreciative.  In interviews following the 2010 Masters, Mickelson spoke over and over about how much this win means to his family following their struggles over the past year.  (Unlike Tiger in his post-final round interview.  He sounded like a pouty, sore loser.  Tiger wasn’t thankful to be back playing golf.  He wanted to win.  Why?  So, he could show everyone “Yes, I can be a real jerk and STILL win at golf, no matter what you all think of me.  I’ll show you.”  Well, Tiger, the only thing that you showed us is that you haven’t learned anything, you haven’t changed.  You’re still a jerk.)

So, yes, Baby, sometimes the bad guys do win.  Sometimes the evil stepsisters get the guy.  And, sometimes there is no happily ever after.   This is all true.  But sometimes the good guys do win …

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the bad guys lose…

the prince and the princess get together…

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… and those who smoke too much weed get traded to the Jets.


5 Responses to “Mommy, read me a fairy tale.”

  1. Mrs Zack Morris April 12, 2010 at 12:26 pm #

    Aw this post was really cute!!

    …and super funny at the end. Zing Santonio.

  2. ganky April 12, 2010 at 3:49 pm #

    so loved the whole story and then the end came!!! you are the best mondoo—hahahaha

  3. Cowgirl Sarah April 15, 2010 at 11:28 am #

    This should be a regular thing! I love Mondoo-style fairy tales! Give us more! : )

    • mondoo April 15, 2010 at 2:08 pm #

      Thanks for the suggestion, Cowgirl!


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