Mother's Day for Real

It is Sunday, Mother's Day, 2011.  I finish writing the "Fantasy Mother's Day Blog" and click "publish".  I notice with joy, Hungary is a new country on the list of my readers.

 No birds at the feeders, I let out the dog.  Brianna calls, she will be right home.  Liz appears with the presents.  I get special coffees, YUM, special creamers for the coffees- 6 delicious flavors!- a wonderful hand cream, soap, candle set, and can you believe it, a darling new Hummel for my collection!

I take a photo of the roses Cassy gave me.  They are blooming like crazy, and send it to her.  It is now my wallpaper on my Blackberry.  She calls right back.  They are really busy as Osterbrocks, but she says, "Happy Mother's Day!  Love Ya!"

I get an email from Annalisa.  I smell the Toffee Drizzle Coffee brewing.  She sends photos of a crew of her and five friends picking up litter from a Nature Preserve in Big Bear in My Honor.  "So Birds can live free and clean in nature. "  I love it!  She calls, and we discuss the floor in Eagle Bay.  It will be exciting finally getting it installed in June.  She will get a week off, Jim will also be up there to work, and she has two workers to help.  She is having a good day.

Liz brings me my new cup.  I put on the lid, take a sip, and pour coffee down the front of my shirt.  Us hefty ladies never singe legs....we always soil the shelf.  Liz readjusts the lid, and coffee flows perfectly!  Now to the potato pancakes and applesauce.  Delicious....Kids want pancakes with chocolate chips, and I search some photos for my next two blogs.  Tyll calls.  He reminds me of the Doodlebug, he is visiting our friends from old times.  I will write that blog next, while he is in Florida.  I hope he will have a chance to read it.  Maybe Cathy or Winnie will let him read it on their computers while he is visiting.
Brianna brings her card with a key chain to me.  Lovely card, and two Mary Kay lip treatments.  So generous!
Weslee wants us to go to Applebee's for early supper, but they take no reservations.  First come, first served.  And they are really busy today!
Thom calls.  He hopes to get to come visit this summer.  That would be great, but not by car, he thinks he would come by bus.  He is doing art work promoting concerts and other types of activities.  He likes to photo-chop things.  It has become a hobby.  "Love ya, Mom!"

"You have to change your shirt, Mom."  Weslee informs me, seeing the huge coffee stain on my shelf.  "It looks like we have a baby that barfed on you."

Liz watches me put on another shirt, and says, "No, also stained!"

I pull out a coral one she likes, she says, "NO," as I pull it on, "A stain on the front, too."

"Try the green one,"  Liz is laughing.

 "Are you coming,"  Weslee shouts from the kitchen.

"Don't even put it on,  stained.  Try the grey one."   I pull out another beige one.

"I like the beige ones, Liz, if I spill coffee it sort of blends, and you can hardly see.  I wear this."  Laughing histerically she goes for a potty break.

We get into the van as Weslee breaks into a song.  Brianna sits in his seat, and he throws the golf clubs on the ground.  She is kneeing Liz in the back, while calling Wes names.  He wants his regular seat, where he sits because his legs are shorter.

I wonder when the chaos will end.

We send Weslee in to ask when a table for four will be ready.  "Ask Adam (our friend) how long it will be."  Weslee comes running out, to come in now.  We go directly to a booth, and get our drinks.  The kids get strawberry lemonade, I get a mango Mojita with delicious mint sprigs, Liz gets pomegranate lemonade.  For our appetizer we get a huge sampler of everything, so we all get a hot wing, a quesadilla, chips, and spinach dip.  Truly we should have skipped the entrees.  Weslee had shrimp, Brianna had wings, I had onion rings and a burger, and Liz had soup and a salad.  I would like to mention here that the onion rings had a special  crispy coating that repelled the grease, so that it was a pleasure to eat.  They were huge, Liz took a photo of one of them, and Weslee even put his entire hand through one.  However, they also had a tendency to crumble a bit into my cleavage, and after a bit itched.  As coyly as I could I went diving for crumbs and brought them up.  I was amazed to discover how intact and firm they remained in spite of their ordeal in those crevices in the"bowels of the earth".  I tip my hat to the chef in his discovery of the toasty coating that survived not only frying but also body temperature and smushing of such intense pressure.

Liz and I boxed up a large amount of the food, and were welcomed home by the psychotic little Chester.  We both burped and fumed up the living room , and immediately fell asleep.  Several hours later, Liz commented, " I guess you better drive me home before I spend the whole night here..."

Weslee brings me his beautiful Mother's Day card with a large great red heart"You are the Best"

And so ended the REAL Mother's Day at my house.