Wendy Sue

Recently Bret came back from Pittsburgh and told me about a grocery store that has a dry cleaners and a kid care center inside the store. Dry cleaners, that's a great idea! But my heart broke a little when I heard about the child care. Now, I don't have kids and I'm thinking that they're stressful and you're with them all day, yada yada yada, but this means that none of those kids are enjoying the grocery store to the fullest. This must mean that their mom must not be putting them into the cart, finding an abandoned isle and pushing the cart really hard then chasing after it screaming, "MY BABY, MY BABY". Well, come to think of it, my mom might have been the only one to do this, and maybe that's why the grocery store is one of my favorite places.

I laugh now thinking about a 30 year old woman in a grocery store shoving a cart down an aisle with her child in it, but it felt so right when I was 4. There are a lot of things I look back on and realize are VERY unique to my mom. Here's a small sampling...

My mom carried a clown nose in her purse, ya know, just in case we went somewhere that smelt funny, or if one of us was misbehaving, she'd just put it on. no questions asked.

One time she and a friend had to go sell fireworks in Fresno in July (this is as close to Hell as you can get) for a fundraiser for my sports team, so she decided that she should get in a cold shower, FULLY clothed and then go to the booth. sopping wet.

I remember in Junior High and High School I'd be trying to go to bed and my mom would be vacuuming or talking on the phone at midnight, MIDNIGHT.

I love you mom, happy birthday. thanks for teaching me how to get weird.

*I stole the pic from my aunt jill.