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Pink Floyd and John Lennon have great songs about mothers.
Albert Brooks has a great movie about a mother.
And "mother" really spruces up a certain curse word nicely.
Maybe a blog about moms would be more appropriate on Mother's Day. But a few mother things happened that made me want to write this now (at a time when my mom would say "What in the world are you doing up that late? Can't you keep normal hours like everyone else?!")
First, there was a Dear Abby in the Union-Tribune yesterday. An 11-year-old girl talked about how she loves doing things with her mom, aside from the fact that at the mall, or when friends come over, mom breaks into song.
The girl asked her mom to stop, since it's embarrassing. The mom continues, though.
Idiotic Abby, responded by telling her that generations of young people get embarrassed by their parents. She continued by saying how lucky she is to have an upbeat, music-loving mother with a sense of rhythm and some knowledge of the lyrics (I'm not sure where Abby got the info that this mother had a "sense of rhythm"). I'm guessing even if you had a mother like Debbie Reynolds, from the Brooks film, you wouldn't want her singing when you have friends over. They can pay $50 to see you sing at a casino if they love your voice. Or if you aren't Reynolds, you can take it to the local karaoke bar.
Out of left-field, Abby even says: "If she has forgotten [some lyrics], be a sweetheart and offer to teach her."
Yeah, while you're at it, why not teacher the proper chords, so she can air guitar with some authenticity.
I've known a few parents that love to embarrass their kids. And I later tell them that isn't cool. Maybe once in a while, it can be fun. But a father shouldn't come downstairs in his underwear. Moms shouldn't sing. And they definitely shouldn't make inappropriate sounds with their body.
Kids shouldn't fear bringing friends over because of what insane thing you'll do. And parents can't be like Amy Poehler, in the very funny and underrated "Mean Girls". She wanted to be buddies with her daughter, even offering them up some alcoholic drinks along with the gossip on boys.
It's strange that so many parents can't remember what it was like when they were young.
Now, my own mother sent me an angry email yesterday. It all stemmed from my sister having a birthday. And this is the message she wrote on Facebook (luckily she doesn't read my blog, so I can post it here without her permission!)
...is having a relaxing birthday. Bob made me feel special with some sweet b-day gifts, followed by breakfast at Sin of Cortez (soy chorizo, eggs, & cappuccino), followed by a walk in lower Bidwell Park, where we saw a red shouldered hawk, watched the sycamores change color, and took holiday card photos. Now I'm sitting by the fire, listening to John Coltrane, and sipping green tea as storm clouds roll in. Life is good.
Of course, as is the goofy custom on Facebook, a number of people pressed the "like" button for this post. A few wrote some birthday wishes. I had sent her a card, but posted something along the lines of:
It sounds like you had a wonderful day. That's the perfect morning. Well...if I had hashborns and blueberry pancakes with maple syrup instead of the eggs and chorizo. Those are gross. And I hate walks and hikes. And red shoulder hawks...one of those crapped on my car once. I hate the things. Now, sitting by the fire...that sounds nice. Of course, I'd have hot cocoa over tea. If I was in the jazzy mood, I'd go Charles Mingus over Coltrane. Come to think of it...sounds like you had a horrid day!
Obviously, my post on her Facebook page was meant to be funny and sarcastic. But my mom sent me an email about how rude and mean that was, and how I often say inappropriate things on Facebook.
I have no clue why my mom would read that and think my sister would be bothered by any of it. She thought it was funny.
But to tick my mom off a bit more, I went back and posted another response apologizing. I explained that our mom thought it was rude. So, I was adding a new response to declare that I love hawks. Even the NBAs Atlanta Hawks. I should drink tea instead of cocoa, as it's a lot healthier. I should even hike more, and learn to appreciate nature.
I'm guessing my mom will press the "like" button.
Pink Floyd and John Lennon have great songs about mothers.
Albert Brooks has a great movie about a mother.
And "mother" really spruces up a certain curse word nicely.
Maybe a blog about moms would be more appropriate on Mother's Day. But a few mother things happened that made me want to write this now (at a time when my mom would say "What in the world are you doing up that late? Can't you keep normal hours like everyone else?!")
First, there was a Dear Abby in the Union-Tribune yesterday. An 11-year-old girl talked about how she loves doing things with her mom, aside from the fact that at the mall, or when friends come over, mom breaks into song.
The girl asked her mom to stop, since it's embarrassing. The mom continues, though.
Idiotic Abby, responded by telling her that generations of young people get embarrassed by their parents. She continued by saying how lucky she is to have an upbeat, music-loving mother with a sense of rhythm and some knowledge of the lyrics (I'm not sure where Abby got the info that this mother had a "sense of rhythm"). I'm guessing even if you had a mother like Debbie Reynolds, from the Brooks film, you wouldn't want her singing when you have friends over. They can pay $50 to see you sing at a casino if they love your voice. Or if you aren't Reynolds, you can take it to the local karaoke bar.
Out of left-field, Abby even says: "If she has forgotten [some lyrics], be a sweetheart and offer to teach her."
Yeah, while you're at it, why not teacher the proper chords, so she can air guitar with some authenticity.
I've known a few parents that love to embarrass their kids. And I later tell them that isn't cool. Maybe once in a while, it can be fun. But a father shouldn't come downstairs in his underwear. Moms shouldn't sing. And they definitely shouldn't make inappropriate sounds with their body.
Kids shouldn't fear bringing friends over because of what insane thing you'll do. And parents can't be like Amy Poehler, in the very funny and underrated "Mean Girls". She wanted to be buddies with her daughter, even offering them up some alcoholic drinks along with the gossip on boys.
It's strange that so many parents can't remember what it was like when they were young.
Now, my own mother sent me an angry email yesterday. It all stemmed from my sister having a birthday. And this is the message she wrote on Facebook (luckily she doesn't read my blog, so I can post it here without her permission!)
...is having a relaxing birthday. Bob made me feel special with some sweet b-day gifts, followed by breakfast at Sin of Cortez (soy chorizo, eggs, & cappuccino), followed by a walk in lower Bidwell Park, where we saw a red shouldered hawk, watched the sycamores change color, and took holiday card photos. Now I'm sitting by the fire, listening to John Coltrane, and sipping green tea as storm clouds roll in. Life is good.
Of course, as is the goofy custom on Facebook, a number of people pressed the "like" button for this post. A few wrote some birthday wishes. I had sent her a card, but posted something along the lines of:
It sounds like you had a wonderful day. That's the perfect morning. Well...if I had hashborns and blueberry pancakes with maple syrup instead of the eggs and chorizo. Those are gross. And I hate walks and hikes. And red shoulder hawks...one of those crapped on my car once. I hate the things. Now, sitting by the fire...that sounds nice. Of course, I'd have hot cocoa over tea. If I was in the jazzy mood, I'd go Charles Mingus over Coltrane. Come to think of it...sounds like you had a horrid day!
Obviously, my post on her Facebook page was meant to be funny and sarcastic. But my mom sent me an email about how rude and mean that was, and how I often say inappropriate things on Facebook.
I have no clue why my mom would read that and think my sister would be bothered by any of it. She thought it was funny.
But to tick my mom off a bit more, I went back and posted another response apologizing. I explained that our mom thought it was rude. So, I was adding a new response to declare that I love hawks. Even the NBAs Atlanta Hawks. I should drink tea instead of cocoa, as it's a lot healthier. I should even hike more, and learn to appreciate nature.
I'm guessing my mom will press the "like" button.