Today I am grateful for mothers. Specifically, I am grateful for my mother. She’s a pretty darn good mother. My sister and I turned out well. We’re kind, responsible, competent women. My biggest issue is that I tend to put a lot of people into the category of “Idiots”. Matt might argue that I have more issues than that, but I think that is idiotic.
I am especially grateful that she taught me that I shouldn’t take myself too seriously. She is the kind of mother that won’t be mad at her daughter at all for posting this picture of her in a blog. A picture that she hates. She will laugh and laugh and say, “I’m not going to take myself so seriously!” Cause that’s the kind of mother she is.
I love this picture. She was 17 at the time, competing in a beauty pageant. And I love to think about her that young, that carefree, that bold. Go, Girl! You are as beautiful today as you were at 17.
After posting this picture (shame on you), no one is going to take me seriously. Youth makes you do stupid things. Aren’t you glad I am not as young and foolish as I was at 17? Madonna copied the pointed bra from me. Aunt Mur designed this costume. What was she thinking?
I think that it is the best. Everyone else was playing the piano for their talent and you were belly dancing….that rocks.
Ahh…I remember that night…and I have nothing else to say!