Shit My Mom Does.
Mom, it’s your turn!
Couldn’t let my dad take ALL of the spotlight. He definitely says some interesting stuff, but my mom?, she can be pretty entertaining herself. Trust me, I’ve been her mini-me my entire life.
Sooo.. here’s some shit my mom does.
- I came home to South Dakota, to visit for my best friends wedding, back in September, and decided to bring my boyfriend with so that I could show him the place that I grew up in. My mom, Step-dad, and I decided to take a drive though the Black Hills, where my mother chose the word "majestic" to describe literally everything we saw. Around every corner there was something "majestic". The word still reminds Trung of my mom, and he sometimes uses it to quote her.
- After telling my mom that I was, for sure, going to be moving half way across the country, I found her zoned out in the kitchen, scrubbing the crap out of every surface. She was cleaning so hard it sounded like she was in the middle of a P90X workout video. By the time moving day arrived, the house was spotless.
- For as long as I can remember, my mother has always been the biggest scaredy-cat I have ever seen. Growing up, I was terrified to wake her for anything, because I knew that the second her eyes opened, and her brain registered a person in front of her, she was going to scream. It didn't matter how gentle I was, or how loud I was just to make my presence known before hand, it never failed. One night, I came home late from work, and walked to my bedroom in the dark. My mom was using the restroom, lights off, door open, and hadn't heard me come in. I walked past the bathroom door, which caused her to scream. I had no idea she was even up, because the light was off, so it scared me too, and I screamed. It was pretty ridiculous.
- Before I decided to move all the way to Washington, I was pretty low, and I guess it showed. So, one day she stopped me on my way to work, and basically told me that I needed to get my shit together, and that if moving away was what I needed to do, then I needed to do it.
- My mom is a Mountain Dew lover. It's exactly like her version of coffee. She needs it, or she can get cranky. It's gotten better over the years, but I remember a few times when I was younger, being sent to walk to the gas station a few blocks away, for a Mountain Dew, because I had drank the last one.
- I went through that lovely "emo" stage when I was 13. My mom was pretty cool about it. She bought me the CD's, band tees, and skinny jeans, all in the preferred color: black. BUT, the one thing she was not okay with was the bangs. You know the ones. Hanging in your face, always having to do that stupid hair flip, like 20 times a millisecond. Yeah, she wasn't into that. In fact, when I refused to wear them out of my face, my mom dragged me, kicking and screaming, to the salon, and had them cut off. I've had straight bangs for most of my life.
- One time, while having thanksgiving dinner at our house (my moms least favorite thing to do), mom accidentally lit the sweet potatoes ON FIRE.
- That one time my uncle graduated from college, and to celebrate, my mom, aunt, and uncle went to and old friends house, and they threw a house party. It was around midnight when my cousins and I were called upon, to go pick up our drunk parents from this house party. We all split up, finding each of our parents in different areas of the entire street, in all different forms of intoxication. I found my mom glued to a camping chair, all red faced and giggly, holding a can of Keystone, and talking to the owner of the house in his garage. (I was lucky though, because right next to her I found my uncle, completely passed out.)
- When I got my apartment here, in Bellingham, my mom sent me a handmade card, and another gift. She bought me a pair of socks, and on the bottom they say, "Call Mom." Thanks mom.
