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Nannee Flips Me Off


My mom, The Joan, has always been a spiritual force to be reckoned with. With a strong faith & a seemingly unflappable sense of self, she has always been the one to help me put the brakes on my runaway trains. I often don’t want to hear what she has to say & my sister, KK & I have spent many hours grumbling about her advice because that’s what you have to do when your mom is right & you don’t want to admit it. When I told The Kids the other day that “Nannee” (as she’s known to them) was coming over, The Boy lightly said, “Okay! Time for more life lessons!”

Today, she stood in my driveway after delivering a dresser that I think may have been in my bedroom when I was a child. I’m planning on painting it to use in The Boy’s room & with my mom & step-dad (otherwise known as The Joan & Tony Show) listing their house for sale, they were all too happy to get rid of anything that might be considered clutter to potential buyers.

“We have two showings tomorrow & I’m nervous,” she said. “This seems to be taking too long & I just want this house sold. Say a prayer that our showings go well.” She went on for a few more minutes about how anxious she was to get this done & how annoyed she was that it was taking so long. It was a rare moment to see my normally calm, collected mom getting worked up where, if it were me, she would have said, “Let go & let God.” I tried to give back to her some of the calming force that she’s given to me over the years but she just scoffed. “This better happen soon!” she declared. No letting go with her today.

She walked back to her car & as she was driving away, I called out, “You can’t rush God’s perfect timing.”

She put her hand out the car window and waved.

With just her middle finger.

I love that woman.

Me & The Joan

Me & The Joan


I Need Some New Perfume


The Girl, throwing her arms around my neck to give me a hug: “Ahhhh…. You smell like a mom…. overworked & under-acknowledged.”

We Only Play X-Games on Game Night


The Boy: “You know you’re not a regular mom.”

Me: “What’s a regular mom?”

The Boy: “The cooking & cleaning kind.”

Me: “True. Then what kind of mom am I?”

The Boy: “You’re an Extreme Mom.”

Not the Mommy


The Boy, after I finished talking to a friend at school pick-up & got into the car: “Why do you always have to jibber-jabber wherever we go?”

Me: “It’s a Mom thing. You’ll understand when you’re a Mom.”

The Boy: “What?! I’m not going to be a Mom. I’ll be a Dad.”

The Girl: “Then you’ll just stand around & drink beer with other men.”

Do What You Want


After getting mad because he wasn’t getting what he wanted, my mom (The Joan) tries to step in & help: “Well, Sam… sometimes we don’t get what we’d like. I’d like to go to the moon. Can I go to the moon?”

The Boy: “Ok. But please be careful.”