Friday, July 23, 2010

Stories from my friends about Judi-Kari

The car horn that wouldn't stop! We asked your mom to drop us off a few blocks away, but she dropped us right in front. Maybe she couldn't hear our request because the horn was so damn loud. Funny, funny stuff. Amy Staker

Mom was driving me and a bunch of my friends to the huanted mansion on Old Mill Creek Road I think. We were in the Nova and it was packed and we were teenage girls horrified at being seen with my mom, in the Nova and with the horn honking!!

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Not so great with the gifts

My mother is a wonderful lady and I love her dearly, but she is not so great with the gift giving. As a kid she did alright for the exception of one Christmas where she bought us all these clothes we didn't like so we took them back and bought Girbaud jeans.
As and adult it's been a series of strange things. For my 25th birthday I got a gold heart shaped box with my name and year engraved on it. Pretty sure it came from the store Things Remembered. For my 27th Birthday she gave me some odd sunflower coffee mugs and the one that takes the cake is for my 28th birthday I got a fuzzy purple purse with "princess" written on it. The princess thing was cute when I was 21, but um 28 not so much. Finally she has taken to giving me the gift cards I've asked for.
Christmas presents are equally strange. A couple of years ago I got a really tacky Nativity scene that was white with lot O gold. The next year I opened a silver charm bracelet with seems fine until you look closely at the charms and they are all dentist themed think toothpaste, toothbrush and teeth. She said she thought of me because of the cute smile on one of the charms. I guess she failed to look at the rest of them.
Now I get that it's the thought that counts, but really I would rather her not waste her money on things that I won't keep.
Love ya mom
Shareena aka the baby sister

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

July 20, 2010

Entry 1
This blog is for "The Sisters" to record funny experiences with the unique and wild woman we call Mom. If, however you are not a "Sister" feel free to tell us a story and we would gladly post it here. The youngest "Sister" has threatened to write a book but in this day and age I think a blog is much more appropriate. Leave a comment and let us know your thoughts.