Mamma Mia!

No, I’m not talking about the new hit musical (which I may go see this weekend…by myself).  I’m talking about my own Momma.  Today is her birthday.  She’s 54 years old.  Not really much different than 44 I suppose.  And MOM-don’t be pissed at me for putting your age on the Internet.  You have a Facebook account and your age is plastered on your profile for the world to see.  Oh-you didn’t know that?  Whoops. 

But really, once your over the age of 25 who cares?  I’m only 23, but sometimes I even forget how old I am. 

I’ve never really envisioned my Mom as any younger or any older than she is now.  I think that once the child is a certain age (early 20′s) everyone in their life gets kind of stuck at a particular age.  Like my Grandma-she’s is the same to me now as I remember her 15 years ago.  Does that make any sense?  Even when those people do get a lot older, I think that I will still picture them at that same age as I picture them now.  Maybe that only makes sense in my strange mind, I don’t know. 

Although, I do have a faint memory of my Mom with long permed hair when she was dating a guy with a water bed and a wooden cut out of Charlie Tuna in his kitchen.  I have plenty of memories from childhood, but it’s only the strange ones that I can really remember clearly.  Strange fact of the day, that long ago ex-boyfriend is dead.  His obituary was in the newspaper a month or so ago. 

But this post is not about death, or being old, or ex-boyfriends, or tuna fish.  It’s about my Mom and her birthday.  Happy birthday Mom.

My Mom and I don’t always have the best relationship, but we do love each other.  I suppose both of us are a little skitso and a little unbalanced.  We can’t get along for more than a few days at a time and we’ve both said hurtful things to each other.  That’s just the way it is and if you and your mother get along like “sisters” or ”best friends” than good for you.  Gag me, but good for you. 

But if any of you have issues with your Mom, I recommend getting a blog and making your blog known to as many people as possible.  She is constantly worried that if she makes me upset-that I will in turn, write horrible, nasty things about her on my blog.  Would I really do that?  Well-it depends how upset she makes me.  Having a blog might make your Mom be a little nicer to you.  And send you presents to bribe you into saying nice things about them on your blog. 

Speaking of presents-I did not get my Mom anything for her birthday.  I’m pretty broke right now and I know my Mom would appreciate the fact that I’m trying to save money.  No?   :)    

Although I love my Mom dearly, I have to say that she’s one tough cookie and she knows it.  She won’t admit it, but she knows it. 

She’s been a tough cookie since the beginning.  Don’t believe me? 

Here take a look…

I Want My Presents!

I Want My Presents!

That is one little lady that you do not want to mess with.  This picture makes me smile. 

And my Mom still has that same bowl cut after all these years.  Kidding! 

Happy Birthday Mommy!  I love you! 

J

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