Excellent, thanks! I think the original 2pac song is going on her facebook tomorrow.
Mother's Day coming up: Share about your Mom!
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Excellent, thanks! I think the original 2pac song is going on her facebook tomorrow.
Angela 0077
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My daughter wished me a happy Mothers day this morning.
She bought me a card and she wrote some lovely words and also asked if l would go out to the theatre.
We are going to see Iron Man 2
She bought me a card and she wrote some lovely words and also asked if l would go out to the theatre.
We are going to see Iron Man 2
There's nothing wrong with turning into your mom, as long as you adopt her good qualities to offset the bad ones!
My actual mother, as I said, passed away in 1981, but my dad did remarry. I've had a fairly decent relationship with my stepmother, although her health has also been sliding recently - a few years ago she had a heart attack on the tennis court and the blood to her brain was cut off for just long enough to injure it. So even though she recovered from the actual attack, her short term memory has been compromised (she appears normal, but she forgets things easily, and we don't want to leave her alone for extended periods of time).
That being said, one of the things my stepmom can still do is this: Talk. My God, she is the world's foremost expert on bullshitting. She is the kind of person who can make Mormons or Jehovah's Witnesses look at their watch and go "Look, we gotta get going..." In fact I have personally witnessed this.
That being said, one of the things my stepmom can still do is this: Talk. My God, she is the world's foremost expert on bullshitting. She is the kind of person who can make Mormons or Jehovah's Witnesses look at their watch and go "Look, we gotta get going..." In fact I have personally witnessed this.
My mum is wonderful. She means the world to me. Mum raised 4 children, I don't want to think of a world without her.
This is the 5th year that I haven't celebrated Mother's Day. Our relationship has broken down.
Having said that, my mother was a good mother when I was a child, and for that, I will always be extremely grateful. In my mind, on Mother's Day, I celebrate the person she used to be. I hope that person comes back soon.
Having said that, my mother was a good mother when I was a child, and for that, I will always be extremely grateful. In my mind, on Mother's Day, I celebrate the person she used to be. I hope that person comes back soon.
My mom was a great broad, in the best sense of the word.
She was a great story-teller. She loved baseball (particularly the Dodgers). She enjoyed a wee drop of the drink on occasion.
She had a blistering sense of humor and a live and let live, go with the flow approach to life. She loved us but didn't coddle us. She did not cling to us but rather, launched us out to see the world and find our own way.
She died suddenly in 1999, and I still miss her.
Today especially.
She was a great story-teller. She loved baseball (particularly the Dodgers). She enjoyed a wee drop of the drink on occasion.
She had a blistering sense of humor and a live and let live, go with the flow approach to life. She loved us but didn't coddle us. She did not cling to us but rather, launched us out to see the world and find our own way.
She died suddenly in 1999, and I still miss her.
Today especially.
Before my dad married my stepmother, we had a succession of housekeepers. Most were your standard kind grandmotherly types. But there was one who was a riot. She cussed a blue-streak and drove a car with tailfins high enough to menace commercial aircraft. She lasted about a month with us....
She lasted about a month with us....
My mother and I have never been particularly close; we have virtually nothing in common in terms of personality or the way we interact with the world. I'm much more like my father in those ways, and taking into account the fact that they split up when I was 10, you can imagine how well I get along with her. Really, the only things we can talk about without clashing is politics and cooking.
On the other hand, I do respect her, both in terms of her career and her success in pursuing those things in life that she enjoys. She was a successful sportswear designer (velour sweat suits? You can thank my mother.), which allowed her to raise me comfortably even in the years when my father's business was struggling, and to retire at 50 despite my rather expensive upbringing. She and my stepfather then moved onto their sailboat and spent the next 8 or so years cruising the Keys and Caribbean, and traveling extensively, primarily in Latin America. Now they live in Florida and she's been pretty successful with a second "career" as a watercolor painter, while continuing to travel and volunteer for electoral campaigns. She's also pitching in with her siblings to help with my grandmother, who is 89 and has Alzheimer's and my grandfather, who is just an ornery old bastard (who I find totally hilarious, but that's really just me).
Though we never got along well, and probably never will, she was a good role model in that she was able to choose, pursue, and be successful in a career she enjoyed. I also appreciate her largely hands-off parenting approach, as it allowed me to exercise my independence muscles early and often. I loved the alone time inherent in being a latchkey kid and I can't even imagine the level of conflict that would have arisen without that alone time, so in that sense I suppose we are well matched though we're not "friends" per se.
On the other hand, I do respect her, both in terms of her career and her success in pursuing those things in life that she enjoys. She was a successful sportswear designer (velour sweat suits? You can thank my mother.
), which allowed her to raise me comfortably even in the years when my father's business was struggling, and to retire at 50 despite my rather expensive upbringing. She and my stepfather then moved onto their sailboat and spent the next 8 or so years cruising the Keys and Caribbean, and traveling extensively, primarily in Latin America. Now they live in Florida and she's been pretty successful with a second "career" as a watercolor painter, while continuing to travel and volunteer for electoral campaigns. She's also pitching in with her siblings to help with my grandmother, who is 89 and has Alzheimer's and my grandfather, who is just an ornery old bastard (who I find totally hilarious, but that's really just me).Though we never got along well, and probably never will, she was a good role model in that she was able to choose, pursue, and be successful in a career she enjoyed. I also appreciate her largely hands-off parenting approach, as it allowed me to exercise my independence muscles early and often. I loved the alone time inherent in being a latchkey kid and I can't even imagine the level of conflict that would have arisen without that alone time, so in that sense I suppose we are well matched though we're not "friends" per se.
I'm so sorry that the relationship has broken. I hope fences can be mended soon. Life is too short.
Angela 0077
Captain
Well since l have been chatting about what my daughter and l did on Mothers day.
Well my mum and l went out to a cafe with my two brothers to celebrate this wonderful day.
Then l went out with my daughter to see Ironman and then she bought me dinner which was lovely.
The Mothers day card was lovely and my mum enjoyed the flowers l bought her too.
Well my mum and l went out to a cafe with my two brothers to celebrate this wonderful day.
Then l went out with my daughter to see Ironman and then she bought me dinner which was lovely.
The Mothers day card was lovely and my mum enjoyed the flowers l bought her too.
Hmm... trying to define the good qualities
An Officer, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope she comes back too.
As much as Son and I bicker I am always the first person he phones if something exciting happens.
As much as I am a little disappointed that Mum abandoned me when I was born she is still the second person that I phone, after Man.
You cannot escape having a Mother ~ it's a relationship neither choosen, or sometimes wanted. I suppose you just have to work on it!
That is all! Goodnight
One story:
When I was a kid, my mother was driving me home from school one day. The lane we were in was backed up, so she started to get into the other lane when she saw a car coming. So what did she do? She stopped to wait for that car... halfway into the other lane. So the car stopped and honked at her, then she completed her lane change and we went on our way.
That car was far enough away that she could've completed the lane change in time, but for some reason when she saw that car she froze up and decided to block it instead.
To this day she doesn't believe me that it ever happened.
When I was a kid, my mother was driving me home from school one day. The lane we were in was backed up, so she started to get into the other lane when she saw a car coming. So what did she do? She stopped to wait for that car... halfway into the other lane. So the car stopped and honked at her, then she completed her lane change and we went on our way.
That car was far enough away that she could've completed the lane change in time, but for some reason when she saw that car she froze up and decided to block it instead.
To this day she doesn't believe me that it ever happened.
Mothers seem to develop a selective memory, I think it's a survival mechanism.
I was thinking about my statement that my mom was a "great broad". This might help explain....
The weekend before she died, we were all in Los Angeles for her parents' 50th anniversary. We had a great time that weekend (she died the following Tuesday).
Anyway, my sister and I were giving each other healthy rations of crap, centered around behaving boorishly at the party the next day. Our mom told us to knock it off, that this was serious, etc.
Of course, that just set us off even worse. We plotted evil things for the party just to get a rise out of her. We thought it quite amusing.
Mom came into the kitchen where we were, walked right up to us and said, poking us with her finger with all sincerity...
"Look you two. I want it Norman Fucking Rockwell around here!!!"
I don't know how that translates to people who didn't know her, but it was hilarious. Vintage mom. My dad and I still quote that to this day.
The weekend before she died, we were all in Los Angeles for her parents' 50th anniversary. We had a great time that weekend (she died the following Tuesday).
Anyway, my sister and I were giving each other healthy rations of crap, centered around behaving boorishly at the party the next day. Our mom told us to knock it off, that this was serious, etc.
Of course, that just set us off even worse. We plotted evil things for the party just to get a rise out of her. We thought it quite amusing.
Mom came into the kitchen where we were, walked right up to us and said, poking us with her finger with all sincerity...
"Look you two. I want it Norman Fucking Rockwell around here!!!"
I don't know how that translates to people who didn't know her, but it was hilarious. Vintage mom. My dad and I still quote that to this day.
It definately was in my mom's case. Sadly, I think it's also what killed her.
