Time for me to fly

There comes a time in a woman's life where she must realize her role in this ever changing world in which we live in.

One of mine happens to be a mom/mother/mum...which ever you prefer. Although here in my home, I am always called momma....The only time my ten year does not call me Momma is when his friends are here, or he is calling me from school.

Then I am Mom...I sometimes don't answer to it, because I am never called Mom..That doesn't even sound familiar to me. So when my kid is showing off to his buddies and hollers

Hey Mom, my buddies and need more Bud Light, could u be a doll and bring some down for us?

I don't respond because I don't know who mom is.

Not my fault.

That would be kinda like someone yelling..

Hey Jill, come here..

when clearly your name is Martha.

You don't answer, because holy crap, your not Jill and you sure as heck aint mom.

Moms are old...Hell, my mother is called Mom...she is almost 50.

I don't expect to be called mom until my kids are sporting pubic hair and needing tampons or um...wallets.

It is kind of like some woman not liking to be called Mam.

Mom just sounds old....and even though I am 32, I don't fancy myself being old.

So son, please stop calling me mom.

Call me Momma, Mommy, Ma, Mother, your hiness...whatever, just stop with the Mom business, its giving me wrinkles. Thank You.

The Mang,

My son for the last few morning will say to me.

gosh, I am kinda gassy this morning

What kid says that?

and then he proceeds to let them rip.

The Boy needs an ass plug.

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My nice neat homestead is missing a few necessities today.

Garbage bags and soap for my dishwasher.

Ok, now instead of running to the local grocery establishment, I head for the laundry room and grab my lawn and leaf bags.

Sure I have black bag hanging out the sides of my garbage can, but dang it, I could fit a whole human body in there.

And as for the dishwasher, well...Right now I am running it with no soap...I figure the hot scalding water should get all the germs off.

Whatever residue is left, I can wipe with a Bounty paper towel.

See these are things a Mom would not do.

A mom would run out and buy the needed equipment for such things.

A momma on the other, makes due with what she has.

I mean tonight I will send Ole Shaky out to buy my Downy Fabric softer, nice white Glade trash bags, I love the ones that grip to the basket, those are the ones I buy..try em, they are all that and a bag of chips, and then some Cascade with Bleach tablets for my dishwasher.

So its not like I am a complete waste of flesh.




oh and I won my appeal...yeehaw bitches!!!!!