Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother. ~Moorish Proverb
Yep, spent some time with my mum over the weekend. *sigh* When I go over there, she always has a list of 5,648 things for me to do. She hit me with the first right as I walked in the door so obviously it was important to her. At some point she felt the need to run out and buy one of those smart phones. I blame my bother brother, this has his fingerprints all over it. He get’s the lame-brained ideas about how to make mum more cool without realizing mum will never ever be one of those mums. You know the type, they get songs written about them because they “really got it going on” and all. But I have to admit, on the surface she did look a little Coolabaloolies with it in her hand like she meant business, but as I was watching her the phone rang.. and rang.. and to my amazement she did completely nothing but stare as it chirped away. When the call finally switched to answering device I asked her if she was going to get it, to which she replied “I don’t know how.” Realizing this was more learning curve than even the most patient Cao could withstand, I bundled her up into my car, drove her to the cell store and found her a perfectly capable dumb phone. There ya go, one down 5,647 more todo’s to get done.
Hair: Zibska, Ninel . Collar: Zibska, Cerys (color-change) .
She’s not that bad, well about the phone, that was a true story, but about other things I make most of it up. Hmm well she did buy that years subscription to Bride’s magazine, I couldn’t possibly make that up. Oh and she did call me last night and hung up before I answered it. It was kind of late so I called her back and asked if she was ok. She said she didn’t mean to call me, her fingers just went that way. Oh and she regularly talks to Dr. Ben (the beau) behind my back, I hear she asked him when he’s going to make an honest woman of me, I was kind of surprised he didn’t run rapidly out the door. But he’s kind of nice to little old ladies, children and puppy dogs like that. He’d have to put up with a lot if he ever got that serious with me, I mean heck, I’m crazy on any emotional meter, my mum is worse, my three states away sister is a micro-manager, my bother brother is a serial borrower/non returner and my oldest sister, well she’s probably the most normal of us all. But then, I reckon that’s because she moved all the way out to Wyoming right after graduating from college. Ah ‘ell, who does that anyway? Doesn’t it snow eight months of the year out there? And obviously there is nothing to do. She has, like, what? Five children? She may be the looniest of us all!
Gorgeous Dress: !:Lybra:!, Jamee **Fashion Art Event** .
The take from? We certainly can’t choose our family, they are who they are. It’s the quirks and familiarity that make them, and make us the very definition of who we are and who we will become. And sure, in the words of Cary Grant “Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.” But isn’t that just the little details that make life so grand? As you head about on your business this high gravity Monday, don’t forget to call home, because family isn’t an important thing, it’s everything and I happen to know, mums like phone calls, she certainly calls me often enough to remind me to call her. Have a patient Monday! ❤
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