My Mother

I think I’ve turned into my mother. I’m not sure that is a bad thing. I’d like to think I only follow her positive traits! I’m sure Eric could argue that point, but really, he can argue anything and gets a kick out of doing so.

So here are some of the ways, I’ve turned into my mama:

  • I re-heat day old coffee.
  • I have thoroughly researched and know where to get the cheapest grocery items and at which store.
  • I love an ice cube in my white wine.
  • A clean house is a beautiful thing.
  • We both close one our eyes and flare our nostrils when we laugh really hard.
  • Motion sickness–ick!
  • We both like to send cards and do thoughtful things for others.
  • We like organizing things–though I think she’s better, I’ll say it is because she has more “experience.”

And here are the ways I’m nothing like my mama:

  • I love whiskey, straight–sometimes with an ice cube.
  • Sashimi is yummy!
  • I don’t have perfect vacuum marks on the carpet ever.
  • I’ve lived in the same house for six years–I counted 11 that I lived in as a kiddo and my parents are in the process of moving now!
  • I’m a more adventurous cook and don’t have to follow a recipe.
  • I’m not a gambler, but she finds it entertaining.
  • She’s a great knitter, and I’m just not (yet anyways!)

Here are ways I think my mom has become like me:

  • She is getting more adventurous and is enjoying travel more.
  • Her wardrobe has gotten very stylish–I used to say it was “mom-ish.”

Love ya, mama!


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A thirty-something artist. Married with two cats--Scotch and Sake.

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