Monday, April 20, 2009

My Mom Thinks She's Tough.


In case you’re wondering, an average day for my mom involves rising at the crack of dawn, working her tail off on the farm, pumping weights in the afternoon and preparing a hearty dinner of steak and eggs in the evening. It also involves driving a Ford pick-up truck. My mom is usually pretty modest about her rugged life, but lately she seems to have lost her way. I can’t think of anything in particular that she’s said or done. It’s more of a feeling I’m getting. You know, like she thinks she’s tougher than me and/or that the Midwest is tougher than the Pac Northwest. I was pretty fired up about it this weekend. So instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself, I got up at 5 am this morning and destroyed my mind and body at yoga class. Why do I do these things? Because can’t nobody stop me or the Pac Northwest. What up Ma?

4 comments:

Mamacita said...

Tough moms don't do blogs.
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Mutt said...

Ma, you just toasted me. Not cool.

LD said...

I love your mother.

tklius said...

Amen to tough moms old friend.