A life in progress

(I actually started writing this nearly a month ago... but finals happened and it didn't get finished until just now... for a better explanation of the insanity of finals... see my other post.  :) ) I'm linking up with Jen from Ramblings of a Suburban Mom  today for Thursday Thoughts Today, I am going to write part two of my ode to my mom.  After I posted yesterday, I realized there was a lot more I wanted to say.  So, I'm going to continue part two of my ongoing series... honestly, it might only be a two-part series, but I want to keep my options open. I'm going to start off by telling you the things my mom did not teach me.  She did not teach me how to cook, or bake, or sew, even though she was great at these things herself.  Not for lack of effort, mind you, but because I had ZERO skills.  I'm going to give her credit for attempting to teach me those things, but I don't think Martha Stewart herself could have imparted any homemaking k...

I know my mom reads my blog (Hi Mom! :) ), and she had a really rough day yesterday.  So, I thought today would be a great day to tell everyone that reads my blog (all, I don't know, 25 of you) how awesome my mom is. So, this is my mom, circa 1981.  Not only does she have amazing hair and taste in furniture, but it also looks like she's texting someone -- which tells me that she may be a time traveler.  And check out that adorable blonde girl in her lap!  I mean, let's be honest, have you ever seen a cuter kid?  I'm going to bet not. While I cannot exactly  remember this stage in my life, I'm going to guess this is about the time of my life that I decided my mom was the most awesome lady in all the land.  She baked things, played with me, read with me, and mostly just hung out with me.  She was even my Campfire Scout leader (like a co-ed version of boy/girl scouts).  My mom was awesome. As the years went on, I never thought my mom wa...