Happy birthday to my favoritest Mama ever. I can’t imagine plotting evil things without you. 🙂
It never fails. One of my few relatives that I’m still talking to comes into town and I’m sick. Grandma Julie comes to town about every other year from the far away land of should-have-sunken-years-ago-so-they-say California. She’s my Mom’s mom. And for those of you that wonder where I get it (“it” can be many things here) I blame this side of the family. So I really don’t want to miss a visit when I can help it.
Through the great therapeutic massage I was able to snag off of one of those deal-a-day sites I’m able to say that I’m feeling much better. Or maybe it was the orange death flavor cold med. Or the extra naps. Or sweating it out while cooking for my huge family (adopted counts too!) of eight for a combo birthday dinner for half of them. Hmmm ok well maybe I don’t know what it is that got me feeling better. Damn.
I did get some craft fair time in this weekend. When did these things turn into “yah, I could/do make that and it sure doesn’t cost me THAT much”? Guess I’m old like that. Or just super queen of the crafters. Yah. That’s it.
Anyway the best part about the craft thing? The petting zoo. Not even kidding (bad goat reference, sorry). Mom agreed too. She even made a new little friend.
As a kid it never really mattered how many gifts I got… as long as there were a few giant ones. I just knew that the bigger the box the better the prize inside was. Somehow this has changed a bit as I’ve grown up. I know that some of the best gifts come in little burgundy boxes… or better than that, the little Tiffany blue colored ones.
Bestest of all though would be the dark blue of this fantasy of mine…
But this isn’t about shiny things I didn’t get (yet?). It’s about what I found under my Mother’s tree when I walked into her house yesterday. I found the usual tree in it’s usual place with a smattering of wrapped mysteries ready to be discovered. However, something caught my eye.
My oven has been on the fritz for over a year now. We’ve thrown parts at it only to find that the replacement parts were no good. Fun times in my house. I never really worried about it after the initial freak out (of course we had friends over for take and bake pizza… no oven = no pizza) because I tend to use my toaster oven for everything. LOVE that little contraption. We thought we had the “big” oven fixed when I started working on Thanksgiving dinner planning. Only to find out that the giant paperweight still didn’t work properly. The stove is golden and has been this whole time but the oven won’t heat. NOTE: Jennie-O turkey breasts can be done in crock pots for those that didn’t know AND they turn out really good!
Fast forward to yesterday… I have a standing invitation for Mom and Dad to come to good ‘ol KC so we can get my new oven. Although the wrapped one under the tree may still prove to be my favorite (even temperature every time I’m told) I’m excited to get a new shiny one.
If you were to ask me what the best part about the holiday season is I would have to tell you it was the giving. I love finding the perfect gift for each person and watching their face as they open the package. Now, having said that, know that I also really like giving people gifts “just because”. As was the case yesterday.
I have to say that I had great service. I placed my order on FTD.com and not even and hour later my mother called me to let me know she had received the “best part of her week”. See the flowers above. I’m interested to see exactly what the ones she received look like but I was so happy to know that I could make her week better for her. Sometimes it really is something little that can make all the difference.
I had to spend a completely beautiful 60+ degree day INSIDE AT WORK yesterday. I was not happy. I was really not happy. I think I would have been more accepting of it if today were about the same as yesterday and not 40 degrees outside. That really sucks. I guess I can’t complain too much. I’ve lived in the Midwest for most of my life more than a few years now and I should be pretty used to the drastic weather changes around here. I guess I’m used to them… but I’m sure not happy about them.
Anyway, on to the happy thought that kept me from sulking about yesterday…
I really really like hugs. From just about anyone that means anything to me a hug can be just the thing. From my mom it is an outward expression of how much I mean to her and that we really do have a great relationship. From my sister it means that we’re done with the stupid she’s-on-my-side-of-the-back-seat fights and have finally become the friends my mother always threatened we would become. From my urban family it can express that they really do embody the word family. But it’s the hugs that I share with my husband that I treasure the most. I’m considerably smaller than he is so a hug in his arms is all encompassing. I feel safe and warm. It is the most reassuring thing for me. If I’ve had a bad day a hug is an instant fix. It it a wordless way to reconnect with someone. And one that I really love.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA!
I really love my mother,
And it surely makes me proud,
To know I’m one of her pesky kids,
And to sing her praises loud.
My mother has a birthday,
Almost every year.
And on that day she’ll ponder life,
And even shed a tear.
See, Ma don’t like her birthdays;
She says they make her old,
But she’s as sharp as she ever was,
If the truth be told.
My mother showed me lots of things,
About the world, you see,
So then I could teach my pesky kids,
The things my mom taught me.
Thank goodness for you, mom. Where would I be without you?
By Karl Fuchs