May 13, 2007
My mother and father, being the very devoted parents that they are, came all the way to Texas for my graduation this weekend. They hopped on a plane after work on Friday, drove to Wichita Falls and back for graduation on Saturday, and left for the airport this morning by 9am. Yes, they are half super-hero.
One of the first things my mother mentioned to me when she pulled into my apartment complex in a rental mini-van was the fact that she's been reading my blog. Apparently, she thinks it's quite funny. However, her primary feeling surrounding my blog is fear. Fear that she is going to do something silly enough that I will write about it for the world to see.
Welp....Hi Mom!!! This blog's for you!
This weekend was great--freaking hilarious. Every time my mom would make a Freudian slip, or trip on a sidewalk crack she'd look at me with wide, begging eyes and say, "Don't blog that Amy...seriously don't blog that." Well, it is mother's day, and the 4th (?) commandment instructs me to honor my mother and father, so I'm going to let my mom off the hook.
Don't worry mom, I will spare you embarrassment by not blogging about the time you ran over the parking curb with the rented Dodge Caravan.
I won't blog about the fact that you wanted to park the rent-a-van in an isolated end spot for fear of door dings. And I certainly won't mention the fact that you wanted to protect the van by parking it in my friend's driveway across the neighborhood rather that in our busy apartment parking lot.
Oh, and I wouldn't dream of discussing the time you drove off the road because you were looking at a big train. I definitely understand how eye-catching and distracting they can be. Or the second time you drove off the road (and then back on, and then back off, and then back on) because you were watching a baby cow stretch the same way your dog does. I agree with you that the steering on that van was more than a little wonky.
Remember the time that you slammed on the breaks while driving 75 miles per hour down route 287? That incident will stay between us. Bit I will say that I thought it was funny when dad woke up from his nap because he was thrown forward, over the middle bench seat. I liked it when he exclaimed (in his groggy sleeping voice) "Help me Mary and Joseph!" It's nice to see his strong Catholic faith, and reliance on the holy saints in action. Seriously mom, don't worry about that. Dad said that the coffee from the Hot Skillet Restaurant was well worth the rude awakening.
As you can see, some things were just never mean to be blogged. So I won't.
Mom, thanks for the trip down memory land in the rent-a-van. It brought me right back to the '87 brown and tan Ford Aerostar. How very grateful I am that James was able to experience such a vivid reenactment of my childhood adventures. I agree that the steering and breaks were both a little off, and I certainly agree with your declaration that you're "very, very proud of your good driving record." You should be.
Thanks for traveling a million miles to see me graduate, and most of all...Happy Mother's Day! I love you a million!