Mothers' Day 2009

Sunday, May. 10, 2009 - 1:28 a.m.

Happy Mothers' Day.

Tonight, Keane will be playing at The Grove in Anaheim, and there's lots of tickets left, so if you want, you should shell out some shekels and go see the show!

Or even better, take your mommy.

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I chatted briefly with my brother an hour or so ago, and he brought up something I'd forgotten until he brough it up.

He remember the first time our mom used an Adult Swear Word.

Jon had been trying to be a Good Childe, and clean up after himself in the kitchen one afternoon.

He'd made himself a peanut butter sammy and after he'd put everything else away, he washed the knife and put it in the drainer, but he didn't remember to thoroughly rinse out the dish rag, which was hanging across the faucet.

That afternoon, Mom walked into the kitchen, and saw a handprint of dirt on the kitchen wall. This was no surprise, as it was summer time, and Jon was ten and I was fourteen and heaven only knows how either of us put it there.

She grabbed the dish rag, smeared the wall with it, and then yelled "WHO THE HELL PUT THE FUCKING PEANUT BUTTER ON THIIISSS RAAAAAGGGG!?!?" at the top of her voice.

Jon and I had been in the living room dithering around with the Atari 2600, and we both looked at each other and at Mom and then, bug-eyed, we burst out laughing at her.

Fortunately at that moment she did turn out to be the kind of parent who allows laughter to diffuse a situation.

And for the rest of her life, my brother and I waited for her to use that word again.

She died in 1995 -- having never used the Effword again in my presence.

Jon may have had the pleasure of hearing her use it, but alas, not I.

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So, here's the deal.

If your mom is still on this side of the dirt, and you've ever made her say FUCK because of something you did -- you owe her big time. Call her and tell her this.

If you are like me, with a mom who is gone now? Go find the nearest female who has influenced you in a positive way, and tell her she rocks. You'll feel nice for having done so.

Or if you know of anybody else, male or female, who has done wonderful and mothering things for you or others? This is their day as well. On behalf of rescued stray kittiehs everywhere, and with no malice at hand or double meaning afoot, I want to say that I'm thinking of Old Buddy Dave today, who has been doing a wonderful job mothering Laila as she heals. What a wonderful guy you are.

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All right, that's it. Have a good Sunday.

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