My mom is my most frequent blog commenter, which is cool. Mom's pretty tech savvy for a mom, and depending on what restaurant, movie theater, or museum you go to, a senior citizen. :) I think it's high time she started blogging herself actually. After all, writers write...right? I'm pretty sure it would be informative, entertaining, and well composed. There'd be a lot of posts about Bryn, the dog, and the pack of crazy cats—Shadow, Kumo, Zorro and Xena. There'd be a post here and there about library hijinx, a brief note from time to time about her overly-active octogenarian parents, and of course a lot about how proud she is of her two awesome kids (they grow up so fast!). Oh, and there'd probably be some pictures of random wild flowers, exciting bird life, and massive cat-sized squirrels in the yard.
I've gotten really side-tracked here...
Mom's latest comment on my blog implies that perhaps she would have liked the option of duct taping me to a wall as a child. I remember often hearing she was going to wrap me up in cotton and stick me up on a shelf, but I always thought that was more about protection than confinement. Looking back, I'm not sure why she would have needed to go to such extreme measures. I was definitely a way easier kid than my brother. I'm pretty sure I was as calm, sweet, and polite as I am now.
Love you mom! Happy Birthday!! :)
Friday, May 1, 2009
Dear Mom...
Posted by sticky at 10:00 PM
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Thanks, Honey! Really, I'm behind on the new mystery kit, nowhere on the fiction, the website's not updated - and you think I should start a blog? Another reason for me to retire! How soon can you support me?
I love that photo. And the proof is right there - a broken leg at 9 months. You used to lay on the changing table and bang-bang-bang that plaster cast! I'm so glad it never really slowed you down. They did question us at the hospital to determine if you were abused. So you just went through that whole nightmare with the leg injury - and I wasn't there to wrap you up and stick you on the shelf. And by the way, Ms Sarah can yell if motivated. Don't get her angry!
Yeah, you were calm and sweet sometimes, but I'm bigger than you!!!!
(The verification word for me to post this is "woofts," which sounds remarkably like something a certian black dog used to say when asked to talk. That just really stuck out so I had to mention it.)
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