Moms & Sucky Days

Tribute to my Mother who rocks:

Mother’s Day is Sunday and even though I just put her package in the mail today (so no, it won’t get there by Mother’s day) I really adore my mom. When I came to school I didn’t anticipate how much I’d realize I need my mom or realize how many things I know how to do purely because she’s my mother. First of all, I never really cook (quesadillas and oatmeal are just so flippin good) but I can make a rue, pat bruse’, bread, and some mean cream cheese brownies. Second, I don’t usually consider myself super crafty, but I have genetically (k.. not really) inherited how to make earrings, stencil something on the wall  from a computer font and distress a dresser. I didn’t know I was a crier, but sometimes I am and that’s ok because my mom is the queen of crying and it is therapeutic (or else you explode into a fiery ball of blood and puss). It’s absolutely OK to be soft, and sincere, and passionate even when those don’t seem like the safest or easiest things to be. Next, all thanks to her, I am fully aware that any sucky day is quickly resolved with a book & diet coke. I know how to “be sunshine” because she knows how to be sunshine personified, and when she tells me to “be sunshine”-I know she says it because my positivity will benefit me more than it possibly could anyone else. I know how to just work, and get really sweaty and dirty and keep working and even like it, because my mom knows how to do that. Another thing that is ingrained in me because of who she is, is "hope" not because she uses that word but because real solid hope of the eternities and of Heavenly Father is part if who she is. It is just how she lives her life. One of the things I’m most grateful my mom taught me is how to learn from people. I know how to look at another person and really admire them, and then work to be more like them. And finally (the list could be a lot longer) I got to watch my mom choose my dad over and over again for eighteen years, and watch her LOVE my family. I will get together and just laugh with my sister, and I will remember the importance of saying yes when my daughter asks me to drive around the block “one more time” so she can keep talking, and I will never forget to make my boys hug me, and I will PLAY with them- because I watched my mom do that.

-I want to be almost as cool as my mom when I grow up

Things that make me feel better about break-ups:

1. They suck for both people

2. Attachment & love are different.. so at least when it sucks you can try to differentiate

   3. Bad break up songs (Yes “I will survive”, wear “my red high heels”, “call that old boyfriend who says he’s got it bad for me”, “be in the back of your mind”, and “carve my name into your leather seat”)

4. Frozen yogurt HEALS.. HEALS

5 And so does crying sporadically for about a day (give or take)

6. Laughing at my sporadic down pours 

7. Calling my mom

8. If it was supposed to happen, it would happen.. and it didn’t.. so

9. Planning road trips to Vegas with your Best Friend

10. Auzzie accents and Elantris

11, Diet pepsi and taco bell

12. Face masks and legally blonde

13. Midnight dance parties with the apartment next door and Amber's strobe light