Meet My Mom

If only I had words to describe my mother; unfortunately, there aren't any. However, I can give a glimpse of the woman who has put up with me for the last nineteen years.

Glimpse One:
I've known my mom for, oh, nineteen years, and in these nineteen years, she never even hinted to me that she could knit. That's probably because for the last forty years, she didn't realize she could. But guess what, she bought some knitting needles and some yarn yesterday and has been knitting me a scarf non-stop since. Apparently she learned when she was really little and just assumed she couldn't anymore. How amazing memories and minds are.

Glimpse Two:
Since I can remember my mom has always picked the good things out of the cartons of ice cream. In fact, I didn't even realize that cookies 'n' cream had chunks of oreos in it until I was probably thirteen. Today I learned her secret. She took out the carmel ice cream that has gobs of chocolate and carmel in it, and proceeded to do as she always has and dug through the carton taking out all of the gobs and then eating them. But here's where she gets really smart. She then proceeded to pack the ice cream back down into the carton, so it wasn't even apparent that she had been digging through it! The only dead give away...the carton of carmel ice cream is now mysteriously full of plain vanilla ice cream...

And that's my mom...or at least a couple of my favorite sides of her...