Archive - March 22, 2011

Originally this post was entitled, “My Mother Myself” until I discovered that’s the title of a book of feminine erotica. This post is about my mom so….ew. This post is about my mom and how lucky I am to be hers. Everybody loves their mom. With the exception of perhaps Lizzie Borden. The mother and child bond is nature’s way of keeping children close lest they get eaten by a lion. It also ensures parents have someone to care for them in their decrepit years. Humans may instinctively love their moms, but they don’t necessarily LIKE them. I love and like my mom. Even if we weren’t related, we’d hang. My mom is my biggest fan and most trusted confidante. She thinks everything I do is wonderful and she makes me feel like I can do anything. When they dealt out mums, I got an ace…who also happens to be… a complete card. My mom and I shop in the same clothing stores and listen to the same music. She’s cooler than I am. She knew about Cold Play and the Blackeyed Peas before I did. My mom can dish it out, but takes it and then some. My brother[…]