My mom turned 39 (again!) on Sunday and we celebrated the only way we know how- with food. Big dinner, cake, ice cream, the whole nine yards. I’ve been terrible with taking pictures lately, I mean really honestly bad and I promised myself I would do better.
There are a thousand things I could say about my mom- how shes the life of the party, she has great style, she is amazing for raising at least one perfect child, how she sings and dances while she cooks, that she is the best grandma ever, on and on and on really. She always makes us laugh. Some of my favorites from my twitter feed: (She will kill me for posting these.)
“If contemporary dancing had been around when I was a kid, I would have been all up in that!”
“Wouldn’t it be great if for church…there were aerobeds.”
“All we need to do to the back yard is add a zipline and Thunder Mountain from Disneyland and I’d be totally good.”
“Sometimes I wish I was a lounge singer.”
“Feel my lips, we can play Helen Keller!”
“If you tweet that, you don’t get dessert.”
“I did a cartwheel in the family room today just to make sure I still could. Don’t worry, I can.”
“They’re nasty good!”
“Sometimes at night before I go to sleep, I turn into Eddie Murphy.”
“I don’t fight, I just party.”
“Alright honey, go spanx it up.”
“What happens in Utah, stays in Utah.”
“Hey look, theres a po-po. That’s what you call them! What’s the big diff?
“Ohhhh yeahhh I left him in the dusssst.”
“I am having a really hard time figuring out if that is a man or a woman.”
“You know who I love and just think he’s part of my family? Barry, from storage wars.”
“Okay, I’m gonna need a 100 watt light bulb and some goo gone.”
“You know what I’ve been thinking about a lot lately? That guy in the mall that does neck massages.”
“Just call me Mr. Limpit!”
“Oh, I totally want that robot right in front of my house.”
“If only I could pull my skin up like stockings.”
“That’s the problem with tweets and texts, you don’t get any context or inflection!
Mom, you continue to entertain us with your vivacious personality and your constant stream of energy. Keep talking, cause I’ll keep tweeting. Happy (blog belated) Birthday!