Hi friends. I know it’s been quiet on the blog front, and that is due to a couple of reasons.
1. It is hot. I don’t do well in extreme weather. I am a puddle. Could we somehow rig it so that the world remains at a constant 75 degrees out?
2. It’s summer! I have better things to do than sit around and blog. It’s called LIFE, people.
3. This is sort of going on in the same vein as 2, but I’m going on vacation on Saturday. Because it’s summer, I deserve it, and I want to.
Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get a post from the paradise that is called Long Beach Island (please see my other Jersey-centric post for more info on that). But more likely than not I”ll be stuff my face with seafood and beer, shopping for summer clothes, and attempting to tan my pale bod without getting 3rd-degree burns (we all have our dreams). Meaning, no time for typing and being witty.
So this really is just a post warning you that I won’t be posting in the next week or so…
Oh wait! There is another reason for me posting today:
To Wish the Happiest of Birthdays to the Best Mother in the History of the Planet!
Want another list? Okay! Here’s why:
1. She has 5 children, and she never forgets any of their names.
2. OK so maybe she confuses names, but definitely never forgets them.
3. She is a very talented art lady! She paints! She sculpts! She makes jewelry! Which I then steal!
4. She is an expert Finder of Things. You know the type. “Mom, do you know where –insert missing item here- is?” “Oh yeah, I saw it in the family room, underneath the coat rack, to the left of the TV. It was under 4 winter coats and a couple of magazines.” AND BOOM. IT’S THERE. Magic.
5. She was always supportive, no matter how weird our interests got: Okay Mary, you want to go to summer camp at the local historical site and dress up like a colonial person? GO for it, girl! You are a total freak but I’m okay with it!
6. Sometimes, she just gave up on doing the ‘right’ parental thing, and let us do what we wanted. Way to pick you battles, Mom (I’m looking at you, little brother who would only eat hot-dogs for the entire 5th year of his life).
7. She knows how to do holidays. Santa tracks on the roof at Christmas. Easter baskets & Valentine’s Day candy in the mail during college years. Always getting the gift you wanted (Little Mermaid sleeping bag…enough said).
8. She is a baby-whisperer. They love her, she loves them, it’s a beautiful thing. This I am holding onto for the future, when I have brats of my own, because they will inevitably be terribly behaved, and I will hold them out to her like, “FIX IT, MOM.” And she will.
I could go on. And on and on. But I think you get the point. Suffice it to say that I am not exaggerating when I say that she is the best mom on the planet. Sorry guys. She wins.
Okay, I’d say this is officially the most rambling post I’ve done so far. The crazy had to come out sometime. Sorry I’m not sorry.
(See what I did there?)
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