“I may wear tennis shoes all of the time for my bad back, but believe me when I was your age, I knew how to dress.”-My Mom.
My Mom at a party in Highschool.
“Why are you leaving the house without earrings? A lady should always leave the house wearing earrings.” -My Mom, to me most times.
Mom rocking some killer earrings in the 1990’s.
This is the best Christmas I ever had. I was eight years old. My brother and I came downstairs on Christmas morning to find that both of our parents had set up two brand new tents in the living room. My tent had an Esmerelda from Hunchback of Notre Dame theme. Coolest thing was that when I crawled into the tent, my Mom was there waiting for me. She set up tea and muffins. And, oh yeah, that big ass plastic hand was our third party arrival- a My Size Dancing Barbie. That ruled. Thanks, Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day!
An Adorable List of Words and Names that My Mother Refuses to Pronounce Correctly:
“Tweeter”= Twitter
“Epiphomy”= Epiphany
“Chipotles”= Chipotle
“Tes-tos-trogen”= A tricky one, a combination of Testosterone and Estrogen. She usually mean Testosterone.
“Ambercrunkie”= Abercrombie
“Cities Brigade”= The Upright Citizens Brigade
“Angela Joe…” (She usually trails off in confusion)= Angelina Jolie
“Saffante”= Infante (As in my friend Tony Infante)
“My little grizzly man”= Alex, my life-long friend with shaggy hair and a beard.
“That one rapper I like”= Ludacris (Guys, she really likes Ludacris whenever she hears him but she forgets EVERY time what is name is.)
I love my Mom! Happy Mother’s Day! (Just getting a head start!)
