Rage Against The Computing Machine/Happy Belated Mom's Day

I wrote a fantastic Mother's Day post last night, filled with heart-felt words and wit. I contently pressed "Publish" and POOF, it vanished into cyberspace. So here I am, rewriting it now. It won't be as good as my first attempt, as technology has left me bitter and uncreative.

Attempt # 2 :

Like Valentine's Day, I've always believed Mother's Day was a holiday created by card shops and florists. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate my mother to infinity and beyond, but does a box of Russell Stovers once a year cut it? There would be no human race without the ol' broads, after all.

I consider myself pretty low-maintenance, so I told my husband not to bother with any forced, cliche gifts. However, the scallywag surprised me Sunday morning with a Calla Lily plant and a fine bottle of Belgian beer wrapped up like champagne. He knows me too well, as I prefer beer over champagne any day. He also remembered that the Calla Lily was our wedding flower (though I did not. FAIL), but now I have to keep it alive. Ugh.


The Sadester and I then spent the afternoon with my mother AND my grandmother. That's 4 generations, folks. Sadie's great grandmother is lovely, but I'll be dammed if she can't find something to complain about. What can I say? She's 93 and still tickin'. She deserves to have her overly salted soup served at exactly 170º f. We all ate lunch together, Sadie included. (That was a hoot, me trying to hide my big, lactating boobies from a nearby table of 100 year old men). As I sat there, I was overwhelmed with admiration for these 2 women. My grandmother has lovingly and selflessly raised my mother, who in turn, has lovingly and selflessly raised me. Now I'm trying my best to raise my daughter the same way.

So buy your wife some jewellery, and send your dear ma some flowers. They truly deserve a holiday all for themselves. Just don't forget to love them the other 364 days too.