Monday's Mommy Cam

Monday's Mommy Cam

Little tid bits of my Mother's Day!

Mommy watch me...

Not Daddy's little girl!

Serenading mom...

Hitching a ride!

She's hoping for just a card

Two years ago the day before Mother’s Day, I was running all over town looking for a rooster. My mother has a collection of roosters in her kitchen, and I had some hair brained idea I would buy her a real one. So, after hours of searching to find one for sale (last minute’s notice) my brother and I ended up at a live stock auction in this huge barn. Now even thou they are very popular here in the south, I had never had the pleasure of attending one. (Thank goodness, what an experience) When we arrived the auction was well in progress, and up front there are these men holding up each live stock being auctioned. (bunnies, chickens, goats...) It only took minutes before the guy on the mic talking 90 miles a minute was on to the next animal. The next thing I know they are holding up two roosters in the air by their feet. My brother turns to me and says “Hurry, do you want me to bid?” I’m standing there dumb founded not knowing what to even say. (I don’t know?? I had imagined some cute rooster, not some fowl hanging upside down lifeless, as if its dead.) Before I could go over all those details in my mind it was already too late. They were finished with the roosters and said that’s all folks thanks for coming. (What the heck it’s over? But, I have No rooster!) Teary eyed and bum frazzled we left empty handed. We drove a mile down the road clueless on where to look next. It was getting late I had No mother’s day gift and no other ideas. As I complained and pouted my brother had one last bright idea. (“Let’s go back and I’ll see if I can talk to someone.”) Like a child being given into, we went back (with little hope). As we went in I just kind of stood back waiting on him to sweet talk someone into sympathy any kind for a rooster. While I’m standing there some backwoods looking woman walks up to me and just hands me a baby bird. Reluctant to handle it, she made me hold it. She says “Here take this bird home and take care of it, it fell out of the rafters” "umm…excuse me? What?? No no no I don’t think so!” After a bit of explaining, how there was no way I was taking this home, the crazy tobacco chewing broad finally moved on. Finally to my relief here came my brother. He announced best of luck this man still has plenty of roosters left from the auction come and pick one out. Thrilled to death I’m peeking through these crates that are completely filled with roosters, they have no room to move much less breathe all hunched down. Not what I was expecting but I wasn’t going to complain. Choosing a rooster I picked the biggest red one I could find. The man reaches down in the cages grabs it by his feet and tries to hand it to me. At this point I don’t think my eyes could have gotten any wider. (There was No way I was touching that thing) My brother who is used to this kind of thing just expected me to grab it and hold it all the way home. (Apparently he’s crazy!) We ended up getting a box and hauled it home. It turned out to be a big Mother’s day shocker for my mom, who was overjoyed. That was until a few days later the sedative (some one obviously had given it) wore off. We quickly realized this big red Rooster she had named ‘Roho’, was a fighting rooster!
(Just my luck, I know!) We new this because anytime my mom went out side it would come slowly by, sneak up pretending it was pecking the ground and then it would charge after her. (Great present right, yeah she wasn’t too thrilled about it after that) Anyone who went in the yard would have to carry a broom to defend themselves. (Even then he didn’t back down, still trying to flog whoever it was. ) That was until the one day my kids were playing outside and Roho decided Kailey was a great running target. He’s running after her, my dad was running after him, and everyone was screaming.
(It was just like in a cartoon , I swear!) Luckily Kailey got away with a small scratch on her face, and Roho was on a fast trip back to the auction. Needless to say this year my mom is hoping I will just get a card, or even a wilted flower will suffice. I have all day to figure something out, so we will see!

The Red door will be bolted shut for me!

At least two to four times a day I am forced to drive by my favorite salon, and envy all the cars parked out front. It's called the Red door salon and it's this white building with a big Red door. Today we were all in the car and driving by it and Kailey asks "Mommy have you ever been in that place with the big red door? What's it like?". I told her "Yes, and It's like walking into a piece of Heaven. That place is magical, you can walk in looking like a hag terrible and come out looking like a beauty queen. (that result can very from time to time but she doesn't know that) You can be pampered from head to toe, get your nails done, it's so wonderful and relaxing... " All while I'm telling her this I'm hoping Jason is taking notes, with Mother's day just around the corner. (Sneaky but clever don't you think?) It's like when those junk mail jewelry store catalogs never get thrown away, and are instead left out in plain view. Bad thing is it wouldn't matter what I say or do he gets what he wants. He'll come home with the biggest most expensive thing to get the 'Holy crap what did you do' effect. (which gets him lots of brownie points!) The only problem with that is once the shock has worn off and I see the price tag, I usually freak out and run with the receipt back to the store. Sad thing is this year I'll miss all that schmoozing and the little fight we have, when I threaten to take it back. That's because this year there will be no spa treatments or diamonds, no matter what I drop hints about or drool over. (No thanks to the little prick Mr. Bush for putting us in Recession...that's right I said it, it's not a 'Slow economy' you dweeb! Man up and act like you know a little something. He lies by omission better than Clinton ever did. Oh and I'm sure his wife won't be going without her pedi!) Nope instead this year our money will be going towards Gas and Groceries. Here I'd just settle for a new pair of BoGo's and a candy bar, yet I can't even get that. At least I know my little babies won't leave me hanging. They always treat me to the best homemade gifts ever.