Sunday is Mother's Day, and in honor of that day I am dedicating my column to my mother and all the mothers out there.
I am one of the very fortunate one's to have the best mom around. My mom lives in Pennsylvania, and she comes out and stays with us during the winter. When she leaves I really miss her. She is not just my mother, she is my best friend.
How many 78-year-old women do you know who will dress up for Halloween with their daughters and go out and have fun?
Well, that's just one of the fun things we did together. Last year my sister, Kathy Kirkland, and I dressed mom up like Mother Nature. What a hoot that was. We started out in my truck heading to the Casino for their Annual Halloween Party. Only my truck got down the road and it would not go any farther.
Can you picture this? There was my mother as Mother Nature with a bird's nest on top of her head with a red bird in it, my sister as a she-devil with red horns that lit up and me as an angel with a halo that lit up. Here we are down the road and the truck would not go.
We turn around and start back home to get my husband's truck when a few cars pull up behind us because we were hardly moving. Can you imagine the looks on their faces when they saw this trio of misfits?
We laughed so hard we cried. All the way to town we laughed so hard at the looks we got. That's a memory I will never forget, and my mother has given me so many memories, I can't count them all. There are not enough wonderful adjectives in the dictionary to describe her. She is the greatest.
She is back home and I cannot take her out and celebrate, but she is in my heart this Mother's Day and every day. Treat your mother special this Sunday and remember you only get one mother.
People have sent me things about mothers over the years and I thought all you moms out there would get a kick out of it. So, here it goes.
Some Mother's Day humor
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was wide open, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over more piles of toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor.
Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and ask how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?" She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world did I do today?"
"Yes," was his incredulous reply.
She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."