Platitude Paradise

I just realized I did not actually write a post for my Mom. I am a seriously bad daughter. I mean, I brought her some pretty posies and lovely cards and such ... and I fed her (which I do most days anyway, so not really that special) but I didn't give her the gift of my heart on paper. (In my defense, I was terribly busy scanning old pics into my FB account in a futile attempt to make me feel good about myself ... EPIC FAIL) Bad daughter! Thank you to Fabuleslie over at Give Me Paws for the post she wrote about her mother. It made me cry. Then, it kicked me in my ass, 'cause I realized I had printed a bunch of drivel that came from sappy email forwards and neglected the single most influential person in my life.  Bad daughter! So, in typical form - I give you my Mom: CC ... a day late and a dollar short. Thank you, Mom ... for always knowing just what would make 'it' better... whatever 'it' was (Oh - she told me yesterday that I once flipped arse over...

MOTHERS  Real Mothers don't eat quiche;  They don't have time to make it.  Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils  Are probably in the sandbox.  Real Mothers often have sticky floors,  Filthy ovens and happy kids.  Real Mothers know that dried play dough  Doesn't come out of carpets.  Real Mothers don't want to know what  The vacuum just sucked up.......  Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'  And get their answer when a little  Voice says, 'Because I love you best.'  Real Mothers know that a child's growth  Is not measured by height or years or grade...  It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother.....  The Images of Mother  4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!  8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!  12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't know everything!    14 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother? She wouldn’t have a cl...

Kittehs for lunch. Happy Mother's Day all you muthas