Life is funny

So I am finally back to my normal self and am really enjoying the new year. One of the things I was thinking about today is how life is so funny at times. For me it is whenever I talk to mother. She is one of a kind and seems to really enjoy sharing her joy with those around her. Today she called to first see if we wanted Utah t-shirts. She was so worried that we would be offended because we are true Aggies. I explained that due to the nature of our football team there is always a little room for us to bleed red. Especially since all three of my brothers go to the U and I will be going to UNM, which are Lobos. The other thing was to relate how she is completely embarrassing my brothers.

This one I really enjoy hearing about because my brothers are so uptight. The first thing I learned as a teenager and tried to impart to my brothers was that mom is going to do what mom wants and if you don't like it just don't give her a reaction. However, they never seemed to realize this and are always completely embarrassed by her dress, manners and just mom being mom. One thing she loves to do is on days when she has no where to go or things to do she stays in her pjs. Now I personally like this idea because it means you are comfortable all day long. But my brothers are mortified that their mother is not dressed and ready for the day all the time. I really don't know why because even when mom is dressed it is more for comfort than for style or glamour. I do have to say though my mother is not the only one to torture in that household, My brothers to their fair share back to her.

The best example of this is back in August. Now mom had brain surgery at the beginning of August to take the excess fluid off her brain. Well she and dad knew that it would take time for her to get back on her feet. I mean come on it is brain surgery not getting a tooth filled or anything. But of course my brothers started pestering her almost right after she got home from the hospital. Now mom did not take this laying down, except for when she was not her pain pills. She found ways to get back at them. By taking the bathroom when they wanted it or making them make their own breakfast. I even think she used the cat water bottle on them more than once with disastrous consequences. (She got soaked). But in the end their pushing did nothing but set her back even more. In September she fell down the stairs and broke her foot. Now this is a testament to my mother's pain tolerance because when she went to the foot doctor, he told her that this foot had been broken before. Well as far as mom knows she never felt the pain she had with the foot before. But anyways she had to wear a boot on her foot for another two months. And she took ever chance to use it as a weapon against insuportant sons. (This would mostly be my oldest brother whose life revolves around driving mom crazy). 

In the end the moral of this story is that our moms can teach us how to have a ton of fun sometimes and also can remind us what happens if we try to cross them. Or at least that is my mom. She is one of a kind and I would not want it any other way.