Today I'm taking a page from Erin's blog and writing a sort of ode to mom.
Today is mom's birthday.
Sandwiched between 2 holidays, in one of the crappiest months of the year, back in 19-- (she'd beat me if I told) my mom graced the world with her presence.
Fast forward 22 years and BAM! I have arrived.
|That's right. I first rocked a mohawk back in the 80s.|
Fast forward another decade or so and I'm a
For the longest time, and even now, she fails to see the resemblance between us. Clearly dementia is setting in a little early because I've been able to see it for quite some time.
Speaking of her craziness... one year she was saying something crazy (typical) and I told her that for Christmas I was going to get her a nice white coat with buckles all over it. Mind you this conversation took place in the fall. Christmas day rolls around, everyone has opened their stuff and she asks where her coat is. Of course I have no idea what she's talking about and said so. She then tells me I said I was going to get her a white coat with buckles. Oh mom....
It made it that much better that she actually didn't get the joke until Christmas day.
Or there's the time she was cleaning the grate at the bottom of the refrigerator.
She took it off, cleaned it, read the directions about how to put it back on, "This end up" ...and then proceeded to turn it around and attempt to put it on upside down.
Aside from my award winning sense of humor, there are several other things I get from my mom. Such as my love for plants and elephants, my hatred for white after labor day, and my bad knees (it's genetic, I don't care what she says). What can I say? I get it from my mama!