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Every now and again I get a, “How come you don’t talk about yer mom more on yer site?” from a concerned friend or colleague. Well, considering that my father is a complete animal, and, a good source of wild, wooly content, my mom’s subtle ways can be overshadowed, but never overloooked. My mom has class, and, I try to respect to her mellower ways.

Let’s get something straight, you ditchdiggers: She’s golden and I love her.

And to all the readers of this site: You better be thinking good thoughts about my mom, or, we’re gonna have problems. Really.

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Helped dad drag some leaves off the roof today, almost killing myself in the process. Rickety-ass ladder, jerry-rigged moulding/broom instrument to drag them off, whippin’ fall winds, and, my dad wobbling the ladder underneath me, as, that shit is “funny” to him. Goddammit.

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Getting ready for that final push west back to our lives in Oregon. Little bit sad about it. Little bt homesick for my home and books and stuff and backyard and all that. Plus, I miss people like Fred, Nakamoto, Kasshole, Lovejoy, Rod, Floyd, The Snowboard Mag dicks, George, and even Brad. Just a little. Really.

Lovejoy, that little humdinger‚€”is flying out to Indianapolis, first class of course‚€”to meet up with us for the final trip west. Hard to say which way we’ll go. I gotta be home by the 10th, so, that’s all we’ll be battling the whole way back. Well, that and lot lizards, train robbers, dust storms, knife fights and the occasional jackalope attack.

Roadtrips are the best deal going. It’ll be good to have Lovejoy’s skills and cunning in the co-pilot seat watching out for us. A brother.

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Listening to these guys a whole bunch the last couple weeks.

There is One Comment

Mother!
There is no other
like Mother!
So treat her right!

Mother!
I always love her!
My Mother!
So treat her right!

M is for the moan and the miserable grown
from the pain that she felt when I was born.

O is for the oven with its burnin‚€™ heat,
where she stood, makin‚€™ sure I had somethin‚€™ to eat.

T is for the time that she stayed up night,
and took my temperature when I wasn‚€™t feelin‚€™ right.

H is for the hard-earned money she spent
to keep clothes on my back and try to pay da rent.

E is for every wrinkle that I put on her face,
and every worry that I caused when I stayed out late.

The last letter R is that she taught me respect,
and for the room up in heaven that I know she‚€™ll get!

Mother!
There is no other
like Mother!
So treat her right!

Mother!
I always love her!
My Mother!
So treat her right!
Treat her right!

She’s a queen, second to none!
Take care of Mother!
You only get one!

Treat her right! Treat your Mother right!
Treat her right! Treat her right!

Posted by: PJ Chmiel on 11/07/06 at 10:34 AM
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