Thinking of Mom

Just memories of my mom that shot up when I was scrapbook surfing…YES! I know! My life is dull and I need to exchange it…later, baby.
1. Song - High Hopes: Just what makes that little ol’ ant, think he can move a rubber tree plant…I sang it to my girls and I caught myself singing it to Grady the other day…
2. You playing head thinker, eye winker, nose smeller, mouth eater, chin chopper, gobble gobble gobble…again, I played this with my 3 original monsters, now I’m using it to teach Lili how to embarrass her Nanny with it. See, we were playing it the other day while we were outside chalking up the sidewalk. Naturally, we had chalk all over our hands and what with the pointing out of the different spots…. Well, to make a long story short, when the neighbor lady came over to chat over the fence, I had forgot about the chalk. She kept looking at me funny, but I figured it was because she rarely encounters such a striking figure of female femininity as myself. Sadly, that wasn’t it. When I went inside a little while later, I looked in the mirror and lo and behold! I was a living chalk painting, kinetic baby art if you will. Lil-1, Nanny-0
3. The white platform sandals with the strawberry on the toes. I wanted to wear those things so bad. If I had known they would be popular again, I would have put them somewhere to be worn now.
4. Exercising in the living room- The Richard Simmons method if I remember correctly with a side of Solid Gold dancing. Thank God there were no videos in phones back in the day.
5. The best diet tip ever? Air-popped popcorn before every meal. I don’t know how glamorous or trendy or whatever that was, but it worked, if I remember.
6. Hey, Mom…guess what? I wore foundation in my 9th grade class picture…nyah nyah :-D. Of course, looking at it now, why I chose that particular shade of orange is beyond me. Of course, I don’t wear it nowadays, nor have I ever worn it regularly. Maybe that’s why I have such good skin still. Lucky me, smart you.
7. Singing in the car on all road trips…good times.
8. How many times did we hear Mr. Roboto on the way to Louisiana? 1032? Lord, how I hate that song!
9. If my mommy wants duck soup….J
10. Your promise to my 3rd grade teacher that you would stomp her God-damned ears in the ground if she ever embarrassed me again or made me cry. Now that’s a memory to hold dear…I have channeled that particular angry mama bear whenever I have needed to chastise an unmotivated educator with poor judgement into rethinking their attitude toward my little darlings. That’s why my girls could shut down any crap at school with the words “don’t make me call my mom”. I’m so proud…(tearing up)