It appears that I’ve started “gifting” through my blog. As in, I’m so sorry that I couldn’t get you an awesome present for said holiday, BUT I dedicated a post to you on my blog. It seemed to work great for Mother’s Day so I thought I’d give it another whirl and dedicate this post to my Dad. And it’s not even very, very belated. I always wanted to use my writing for something… Continue reading “Better Late Than Never-Happy Father’s Day!”
Category: Family
Flashback Friday
So I fell off the wagon with my Writing 101 course with everything that we’ve had going on recently. It felt like a good time to review the prompts I missed, and give it another whirl. Soooo here goes…a walk down memory lane to my favorite childhood meal. For some reason, the first thing that came to mind were the turkey packets I pretty much lived on as a teenager. You know, the frozen turkey packets with the yummy gravy? A quick spin in the microwave, and voila thanksgiving on my plate! The must have accessory was soft, white sandwich bread to sop-up the gravy. Continue reading “Flashback Friday”
Happy Mother’s Day!
In honor of Mother’s Day, I’d like to dedicate today’s post to my brilliant, amazing mother. Yes, I know that was last week, but better late than never and she’s awesome every day so here goes! She believes in me, has my back always and is super duper supportive even when I’m falling flat on my face. When I was in high school and had my learner’s permit we went shopping at Sam’s Club. She wasn’t thrilled with my parking job, so she requested that I do it again. She just knew that I could do it better. She was so confident in my abilities that she went ahead and began walking into Sam’s Club leaving me to park the Suburban.
It was thrilling and exiting so of course I got flustered. Then my feet got confused and I rammed a parked car. Since ramming a car without a license could have been very detrimental to my future, Mom came to the rescue. I mean she really, really wanted me to get my license on time and stop making her cart me around so she did what any mother would do. She swept-in and fixed it.
She might have batted her eyelashes and smiled which works because she has great style, always looks like a million bucks and doesn’t age. Which in turn makes me look like a million bucks as in “Yes, that’s my mom. Great genes I know. Yep, she could pass for my sister.” While this might have been annoying when I was younger, now that I’m older I find this very comforting. Also, she is generous with her belongings and is happy to let me raid her closet. And many times take home a few choice items.
She is patient with me. Seriously. We are not patient people. But somehow she can listen to me moan and groan for hours on end with the utmost patience. It must be maddening, and I even drive myself crazy half the time, but she is always willing to have another one-sided chat session. And every now and then when I really need to get a grip she calls me out and puts things in perspective. She is honest and soothing at the same time which is a hard line to balance. She oftentimes gets the worst of me, but still makes me feel like I’m the best and never complains. She has never failed me and I know that she never will. Thank you, thank you, thank you my beautiful, sometimes sassy, always loving, very funny and wise mother. You mean the world to me!
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