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Mumsy

Celebrating this day as a mother makes me appreciate my mother (and father) all that much more. It's only now, as an adult, that I can truly appreciate what they have sacrificed in order to raise me and my siblings. The things they did without. The attitudes that they had to put up with. The discipline that they had to mete out to teach us right from wrong. All of it... the good, the bad and the tough love.

Parenting is not an easy job. It is one of the toughest ones anyone can undertake. It may drive one crazy at times. But the kids, they're worth it. For the love that they bring into your life and for the love that you bring into theirs.

Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad. I love you both.

Happy Mother's Day!

Flossing is Bad for You

Last night I ate a few Fig Newtons. Darn those little cakey devils! I had a seed stuck between one of my back molars and the gum, so I decided to floss to get that little bugger out.

I grab my trusty floss and get to work. The seed pops out and I think to myself, "Great!"

You think I would just call it good and end it there. But noooo. I get the brilliant idea that since I have the floss out, I should just continue on and floss between all my teeth.

Things were going well until I started on the upper teeth. Innocently flossing I got quite a surprise as a large particle was removed. I was amazed that something that big could get stuck between my teeth. When did I last have a brontosaurus burger?

That large particle? A piece of my tooth!

I now have a V shaped piece of tooth missing all the way down to my gum. The strange part is that the missing V is in the space between the two teeth. So that you can not see that the piece is missing from either the front or back, only from underneath via imaginative use of cosmetic mirrors. (The undertaking of which is viewed as a side show by various family members. They quirk their eyebrows, shake their heads and walk away muttering under their breath something about straight jackets.)

So flossing? Not so good. Apparently it makes your teeth fall out. Who knew?!

Postage Due

Have I ever mentioned how card obsessed my in-laws are? I think that they are the reason that Hallmark is rolling in millions (if not more). They send a card for every known occasion on the planet. If there is a card for it, they have sent it. And whoa is the person who does not reciprocate in kind.

Late birthday, Christmas, hey you got your lawn mowed, etc. cards are not tolerated. They have my husband so conditioned that if he even thinks that a card will arrive late in the mail he freaks out. Then he does the outrages and pays to make sure something arrives on the appointed day by ordering flowers, etc. (Which means that we are the ones making FTD rich.)

Recently we have had two fiascos when trying to send my MIL her cards. Once for Easter and now for Mother's Day as well. Her Easter card was returned by the post office in an envelope with an apology from them. Yeah, their automatic machines ate half the card and the only thing still legible on it? Our return address of course. (This was given in person to MIL when she visited. Just so my husband could prove that it had been sent and we were not thoughtless neglectful mother-hating people.)

The Mother's Day card made it's return to us in the mail, several days after it was sent out. Why? Postage due. Apparently sending a flat card that is a teensy bit bigger than 6" x 9" costs 97 cents. Silly me thinking that two first class stamps (twice the normal size card rate) would be enough. You would think that having destroyed the previous card they would have cut me a break. Too much to hope for eh?

Now in order to prove that the Post Office once again let us down on the card delivery, said card was resent. This time in an 8.5" x 10" manilla envelope with four first class stamps on it. (That sucker better not come back.) Why not just add the postage to the front of the card and resend it? Hubby has to send the "evidence" in the original returned state. Otherwise MIL may not believe that one of her cards was once again struck down in transit by the USPS.

Oh, yeah, we had to make another contribution to the FTD coffers. No way is that card going to make it there by Sunday.

The New Duct Tape

Apparently Home Ec classes are not teaching like they used to. What am I saying? I don't even remember them teaching me anything when I was back in high school either. Well, anything particularly useful that is. But they must be really slacking off if my nephew thinks that this is the correct way to mend a broken zipper.

What's that you spy? Hot glue. Yeah. While he was wearing them. One would think that any one of the male persuasion would not want something that could potentially lead to 3rd degree burns anywhere near that region. Apparently I am wrong. Either that or the surging hormones in his adolescent brain temporarily overwhelmed his sense of self preservation.

All of this leads me to ask... What happens when he needs to use the restroom?

Just the Fax Ma'am

I keep getting phone calls from a number in the midwest. The trouble is, when I answer the calls? It's a fax machine. It's easy enough to tell a wrong number that they have made a mistake in dialing. But how in the world do you tell a fax machine to... uh... go "fax" itself and leave me and my wireless minutes alone?

Update: It's now almost the end of June and I am still getting these calls. Help!

Candles Sans Wind

My youngest has turned a year older. Hard to believe that the years have been going by so fast. I could swear the other day that she was just coming home from the hospital and now she is venturing into the world of missing teeth, no naps and grade school. I am proud with a wee smidgen of sadness thrown in. I am hoping that all of the little girl years do not fly away quite so soon. I have not yet begun to get in my quota of hugs and snuggles. I don't want to miss out on them.

Happy Birthday Boo-boo! Mommy loves you.

Dark Times Ahead

Well, they are getting dark if you talk to my husband. For me it is all a matter of my oldest growing up. He views it as a reason to start polishing the shot guns, I view it as a rite of passage.

Yep, le Artiste has has begun her first round of the party/sleepover circuit. Just one more push towards being a teenager.

Me, I am very glad that she has so many friends who share the same interests and hobbies. I know that growing up I was quite separated from other individuals. Mostly due to location and lack of being more mainstream in my ideas and actions. Now it is okay to be yourself and to have individuality and not have to be just like everyone else. Thank goodness.

I appreciate my daughter's uniqueness and her strange kooky ways. And I am proud to say that she gets them from her mother. So I will keep ferrying her to and from such-and-such a gathering, party or sleepover. With a glad heart and a wee bit of sadness. After all, my little girl is growing up too.