Every woman grows up to be her mother: it is her curse. No man does, and that is his. Oscar Wilde.

Growing up my sister Wanda and I knew our Mom had a language of her own, we called it Mommanish.  Words would come tumbling out of her mouth a way too fast, out of order or not quite the right ones.  Raising 7 children I’m surprised she had a chance to get a word in edgewise.   It seems that I am becoming my mother.     Last weekend I wrote about International Quilt day.

When Maureen left a comment, I did a bit of research on the day’s origin.   It is National Quilt Day not International Quilt Day.  The National Quilting Association sponsors the holiday,  and have been doing so since June 1991.  The third Saturday of March is now officially National Quilting Day.

Yesterday my DH took me on an emergency run to the Dollar store for bunny tails, as I was not allowed to drive heavy equipment (aka my pickup) while taking Advil.    

I came out and announced, “The Dollar Stores sells Briggs and Stratton yarn.”

“Honey”, he said. “You mean Briggs and Little yarn.”

He chalked it up to the cold medication, but I know better, I’m becoming my mother.

The temperature on our back deck yesterday was 15 degrees from the sun radiating off the bricks.   My DH and I had a picnic lunch on the cat’s quilt on the deck.    Porsche found the whole idea boring.  Notice the snow behind the railings in Porsche’s picture.  Despite the warm temperatures we still have a pile of snow 9 feet deep in the side yard, with more snow in tomorrow’s forecast.

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5 Responses to Every woman grows up to be her mother: it is her curse. No man does, and that is his. Oscar Wilde.

  1. admin says:

    So is this some sort of warning?

    I just tell people it’s part of your appeal. ;)

  2. Andy Bailey says:

    my mum had 7 kids and she’d always manage to say every single ones name before mine if it was for a telling off. in fact, no matter which sibling was due to smash something, my mum could always find some combination of everyones names so that mine was last.

    I used to think it was a catch all, hear noise = shout all names of children at top of voice.

    michael, john, james, catherine, mark, belinda, ANDY!! stop that!

  3. Mam says:

    Hi Andy, thanks for dropping by. I know exactly what you mean, Dad would do the exact same thing. Before the last four children were born, and we were just 3 girls, for a long time I thought our names were Jesusmaryandjoseph. All we heard was Jesusmaryandjoseph will you please behave. JMAJ will you clean up your room

  4. admin says:

    Sometimes I think Emma feels her name is Sarah-Meaghan-Emma.

  5. Jax says:

    my mum gave us numbers. I am number 1 daughter (there were four of us). If she used our names she always got it wrong.