Say Hi To My Mom For Me!


There is nothing worse than uncertainty… the phone call that says there may be a problem with your mom but they won’t know until they run a test in the morning. What to do? Drive across the state to sit and wait just in case? Or stay home in hopes that it is nothing. It’s especially troubling when you’re also packing your son to leave in two days for a semester abroad and you are torn. Go be with your mom or stay and get your son off? It’s not a fun or easy decision…it’s one that no one wants to make.

I’ve always been close to my mom, especially since we share a lot of similarities not the least of which is a tremendous love for reading and the beach (and yes, reading at the beach is HEAVEN to both of us!!) My boys will tell you that she is the best cook in the world and that her hoe cakes are the greatest food known to man. My mom never meets a stranger and shares Tim’s love of talking to people. I cannot even begin to count the number of times we’ve been in line at a store and my mom will start a conversation with a total stranger… yes a TOTAL STRANGER people!!

Mom also possesses great genetics. She looks way younger than she is and always has. It was at my very first wedding shower in 1989 in a receiving line at the front door with my mom and Tim’s mom that I learned firsthand what it’s like to have a beautiful, young looking mom. I was talking with a friend during a lull when a woman walked up to my mom and said, “You MUST be the bride!” I spun around so fast my shoulder pads almost flew out my sleeves! My first instinct was to march over there and firmly say that I was the bride but then I noticed my mom. She’d never looked younger or more beautiful as she was laughing and correcting the kind lady. For many years people asked if my mom was my sister and truth be told, I was flattered for her (and I like to think it bodes well for me too…good genes are hereditary, right?!?!)

So in the midst of all this swirling in my mind about should I stay or should I go (name that band….The Clash), I did what I always do in these situations. I called my mom. I knew I’d be able to tell from her voice how she really was and if I needed to go be with her (which I didn’t and she is totally fine!) Yes, I’m thankful for many things this holiday season but at the very top of my list is that I can still pick up the phone and talk with my mom. So if you’re ever in line at a store and a beautiful brunette old enough to be my mom starts talking to you, say hi to my mom for me!!


The Boys of Winter?


As basketball season gets started, I realize how different our life has become. This time last year we were marking up the calendar with all of the basketball games in Matt’s senior season. You don’t realize with your first born how much you are going to miss not only them, but their activities when they are gone. So this year, I can’t help but be thankful that last year I didn’t miss a game.

You guys know I am a huge fan of football but I am also a big fan of high school basketball. Maybe it’s because all of my boys have played since they were little and two of them continued to play in high school, maybe it’s because we have a basketball court in our back yard and I adore seeing the boys and their friends play, maybe it’s because I was a basketball cheerleader all through my high school years and loved the fast pace of the game. Whatever it is, I know that there is nothing like the feel of a high school gym packed out with people waiting on the game to start. There is an energy and excitement that nothing else matches. It also doesn’t hurt that it’s inside… you know I hate the cold!

What I won’t miss is the stress! I just can’t help it, if I have a dog in the hunt I’m not a calm person. I get super excited and really love the intensity of a fast paced game but people, when one of my boys is on the team it is S T R E S S F U L!! Now, I can’t tell you what the team’s record was last year, but I know there were far too many close games. Games that were decided by last minute shots and overtime… knowing we would either be crazy happy or devastated the whole ride home. No, I won’t miss that part of the game.

What I will miss the most is the car ride home which consisted of good food (that had to be bad for us!) and great conversation. There is nothing like the residual energy after a game, win or lose. We’d be driving home from wherever and get to have some of the best talks ever. So this year as the season gets started I’ll be a bit sad knowing all the conversations that won’t take place and all the really good food that was oh so bad for us that won’t be eaten!! Taco Bell anyone??

Leave a Message After the Beep


If you have known me longer than a week, you know I am not a fan of talking on the phone. Not sure why, but I would much rather text/email/write you a letter/send up smoke signals than have a conversation on the phone. Part of it is the fact that I just don’t hear well on the phone and part of it is I can’t stand it when people call and talk for an hour saying NOTHING AT ALL… just babbling!!  

I’ve noticed that this type of conversation usually happens when people are in the car and have nothing else to do, so to entertain themselves they call me. I know I should be flattered they feel like I have enough interesting stuff to say that I can make their trip pass effortlessly but I’m just not ready for that kind of pressure people! I mean what if I let them down? What if I fail to be interesting? What if I repeat one of my stories? Well, then my entire reputation is ruined and I’d have nothing left but my cats (no, I don’t have cats but that what I’d have to do … get cats!)

So if you need me, you can call me. But the chances of me answering are pretty slim… however, don’t worry… all you have to do is leave a message after the beep and I’ll text you right back! Just living the truth here people, just living the truth.