Thursday, January 6, 2011

The Sins of the Mothers

I won't even begin to explain why it's been so long since I posted.  Not because there is a long, convoluted explanation, but because I am a lazy sack.


My mom is visiting for a couple of weeks.  Let me tell you about my mom.  She was born in Norway and moved here when she was 11, got sent back to Norway to live with her sister as a teen (I suspect discipline problems), and moved back here again a few years later.  Much of what she's accomplished, she's done on her own so I know she's functional.  She's had a career, bought and sold a few houses, raised two kids, and after she retired she became and EMT and a lab tech.  But.  She also has a tendency to end up in the restaurant kitchen when she means to go into the restroom (it's happened more than once), she once drove us through two or three darker than the darkest dark thing mountain tunnels with no lights because (we found out later) she thought the defroster button was the headlight switch, and she hit herself in the head with a hammer so hard that she had to call an ambulance for herself.  Another thing she does is mixes her idioms.  Some examples:  "I know you like a glove." and "She's a real piece of cake."  She claims that it's because English is not her first language but I'm somewhat skeptical since English has been her daily language for, oh, 50 years or so.

Anyone who has met my mom makes a comment about how similar we are.  That's fine since so far I've never gotten lost on my way to the bathroom I figure I must have inherited some of her other qualities instead.  Yeah.

Today I had to make some phone calls to track down a pond warmer because, as I told the person on the other end in all seriousness, my old pond warmer "kicked the dust".  Noooooooooooo!