On the heels of discovering I never write about my family comes my first post about my mom, hereafter referred to as aMOMymous. aMOMymous is a very friendly lady. I am slowly evolving to pretty much look exactly like her (well, without her coloring) which I am fine with because she used to be a model and I think she has the best smile of just about anyone. So there's that. Oh, she loves Murphy and is horrible at telling stories (also just like me. seriously. awful at it.) and makes the best rum cake in the whole world (Daisy is constantly after the recipe, that and the "secret recipe cookie" recipe. Not.happening.). She likes to drink wine and jack & coke's and makes delicious popcorn for me whenever I am home. aMOMymous is also a very friendly designated driver and always shuttles me around when I go out with my former high school friends. She has an affinity for stupid decorations that involve barnyard animals but in a kooky way (who else has blown glass chickens in her kitchen? seriously?) and she is the only person who is allowed to buy me cow paraphanelia (I don't want to be that girl who everyone gives cow-themed gifts, but it is cute coming from her). In fact, she gives really weird presents in general and I always have to write a list out. Otherise I get things like pillows made out of my high school uniform skirt (this christmas) or weird Chinese costumes (last christmas). There are lots of other fun factoids about aMOMymous, but those will suffice for now.
Anyway, aMOMymous had a trip-and-fall accident this past weekend and ended up with 20 stitches across her forehead (that's another thing, we are both total klutzes) and she is feeling like a doofus, a sort of purple-y doofus - but is otherwise okay. I told her that she needs to tell people one of two stories:
1 - I went cliff diving and made a slight miscalculation of the currents.
2 - I was put in Tent City for the weekend and made it out alive (it's an AZ prison, sort of)
So send nice thoughts out to aMOMymous if you please, and go give your moms a call to tell them hello and other pleasant things. Moms are great. Yay moms.
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Tell aMOMamyous (did I spell it right??) that she should tell everyone that she flew thru a windshield and survived, but that wearing a seatbelt is important. Erm. Maybe your stories are cooler.
Poor aMOMymous - send her my well-wishes. I think she should tell people that somebody was trying to steal her secret recipes, but they remain safe . . .
I will call my Mum tomorrow - it probably wouldn't cheer her up too much if I called her at 1:30am. Although she's on oddball, so she probably wouldn't care. Yay mums.
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