I think I’ll remember my own LIFE

Ok…so last sappy post.  I just don’t want mom to get jealous and think I like daddy more than her

So…reasons I think my mom is awesome:

• She never told us annoying sayings whenever things weren’t going our way (aka like my father always did).  She at least understood the last thing you wanted to hear after making a mistake is “well that was dumb”. 
• She signed me up for sports at the age of 3 or 4, and continued to keep signing me up…even when all I did was go dig in the dirt with G.
• She was always willing to drive 45 minutes to drop me off at an hour long practice.
• She makes the nastiest food.  AKA “mexican casserole” which I’m pretty sure no self respecting Mexican would EVER eat. 
• She passed on her love for “crafting” to me.  I was the only five year old I know that was making my own barbie clothes and cross-stitching.  (Even though that barbie clothing eventually led to my knee’s demise).
• She saves the most random things that you don’t even realize you appreciated until 10 years later.  Like my instructions to make a salad.  Which is now saved in the family cookbook for all to openly mock. 
• She scrapbooks.  I have the best scrapbooks of all my trips b/c of her.  We all know I’m too lazy to actually organize stuff like that into a book.  My idea of a scrapbook is throwing pictures/pamphlets/etc into a box, so it’s awesome that I never have to actually make one of my own. 
• She told me I could bring “anyone” home with me and my parents would understand.  I’m pretty sure that meant she thought I was a lesbian and was trying to tell me its ok.  Just to set the record straight…really…I’m not.  But it’s nice to know she’d support me if I was. 
• She could always tell when I was rolling my eyes, even if I was two rooms away.  Such an annoying skill to have.
• She likes me the best.  Which was shown from all the crap I got away with as a kid (that my sister’s NEVER would have been able to do).  I remember the one even my DAD was freaking out about how angry mom would be with me when she got home.  And all she did was give me a hug and tell me not to do it again (all jaws hit the floor :-P).  I always knew I was the favorite :-P.
• She tried to make me not a slob.  She failed…but not for lack of trying.
• She would get angry at me for reading when I was kid.  (Granted…it was bedtime and all…but still…I was READING!)
• She clips wedding anouncements and other newspaper articles for people that I don’t always know and sends them to me in the mail.  It always makes me laugh. 
• She is TERRIBLE at breaking bad news.  Oh yeah…remember your friend from so and so?  Oh yeah…well they’re dead now.  Have a good day. 
• She saved my very first cross stitch I made her for a Christmas gift.  It hung in her sewing room for forever (I’m not sure if it’s still there now that she switched rooms).  This thing was seriously UGLY.  It looked like a blind person attempted to sew the pattern with no thought to whether or not colors matched.  It always makes me laugh when I see it hanging up for all to see.
• The really nice cross stitch I made and framed for her last christmas is still sitting in the plastic wrap and not hung up.  It’s nice to know her priorities :-P. 
• She ALWAYS talks about me to her friends.  Random people I haven’t talked to in about 10 years know all about the fact that I’m an ChE living in VA and I have a dog and other random things. 
• She never once tried to convince me I HAD to be an engineer.  When I was so unhappy at school she was the one to tell my dad that if I really wanted to switch schools, he HAD to let me.  She always just wanted me to do what I was happy doing (except when it came to basketball ;-P) and to not worry about any negative lectures from my dad. 
• She was sad that I was leaving NJ to come to VA, but she completely supported me and wanted me to do what I thought was best.
• She always wanted me to leave home after graduation.  That’s a good thing!  She didn’t want me to be dependent on them for the rest of my life.  She knew I needed to break out on my own and make my own person.  Thanks to her…I have. 

But the best thing about my mom is the same thing as my dad.  I know she loves me and would do anything in her power to help me. 

Ok…enough of this cheese…I’ll be back to my normal, bitchy posts next time :-P