Happy Mother's Day, You Mothers!
Okay, I've posted this before. But it seemed like a good thing for Mother's Day. Though, my mother never looked like Marilyn Monroe. What did she look like?
She looked like the Good Witch in Oz, a happy Pixie in the enchanted forest, a friend of wayward travellers, and a savior of stray dogs, birds with broken wings, and all things kind, and sweet, and cuddly.
You don't believe me?
Yeah, that's my mom, having a cup of coffee with a squirrel on her hand.
And that's not really even unusual for my mom.
Happy Mother's Day, mom!
And, you know, sorry about all the bad language!
Now that I think about it, maybe this one is a better one for Mother's Day.
Thanks Ricky. Your mom is gorgeous, and very brave. Those squirrels look so adorable but it gets a little creepy when those long claws are on your skin. I fed one from my hand once then said "Nope, we won't do that again. I'll just put your food over here and when I walk away, You come get it."
My mom was the storm but, I got a lot of good from her too. She's been downgraded to a Tropical Shower now.
Posted by: Donna | May 08, 2005 at 08:48 AM
You can tell by her smile that she has a mischievous streak, too. That bit with the coconut/donkey egg has earned my unending admiration.
Happy Mother's Day!
Posted by: Janis | May 08, 2005 at 10:22 AM
What a cool tribute!
Posted by: Jerry | May 08, 2005 at 12:08 PM
Your mom is beautiful!
Posted by: Ellen | May 08, 2005 at 01:08 PM
I love this photo--your mom seems so in tune with the squirrel. I would be hiding under the bed if one even came near me.
Posted by: Margaret | May 08, 2005 at 04:39 PM
Your Mom is beautiful!
Posted by: mary | May 08, 2005 at 04:49 PM
My mom was in tune with that squirrel. He was a beloved housepet for years. My mom raised him from a baby, after she found him underneath a tree after a big storm. He was about the size of a person's thumb.
And no reason to fear him. He was about as friendly as could be...
Unless you were a monkey.
He hated monkeys.
He had this little stuffed monkey, with a Santa hat. And we would get the stuffed monkey out and say to the squirrel, "Hate a monkey! Kill a monkey!"
And, no shit, that squirrel would leap onto that monkey in a frenzy of fury. He'd bite the monkey in the face, and tear the monkey's stuffing out with his little claws.
Eventually, he ripped the monkey's head off. Right there in the kitchen, for God's sakes.
So, anyway, if you're ever out walking your monkey and you see a bunch of squirrels nearby, turn tail and haul ass out of there.
That's my advice.
Just take your monkey and go.
Posted by: ricky | May 08, 2005 at 06:39 PM
Wonder if we can get him near the disaster monkey!
My Aunt had pet squirrels, too. They were cool.
Posted by: Ellen | May 08, 2005 at 07:51 PM
Your mom sounds like a neat lady!
And because it's mother's day, I'll resist the temptation to make the obligatory 'spanking your monkey' joke.
Posted by: cookie | May 08, 2005 at 10:29 PM
Wow, you were raised by St. Francis of Assisi. I guess that would be St. FrancEs.
You're a good son, Ricky.
Posted by: GraceD | May 08, 2005 at 11:08 PM
A monkey-hating squirrel, huh? As long as it wouldn't bite me, I don't care because I am monkey-less.
Posted by: Margaret | May 09, 2005 at 09:22 PM
Margaret, you are not monkey-less.
You've got the world's biggest, stupidest monkey living in your nation's capitol.
Since 2000, we have all had a monkey on our back.
Posted by: ricky | May 09, 2005 at 09:29 PM
I got yer monkey right heah.
Posted by: Elkit | May 10, 2005 at 02:23 AM
I'm... so... frightened...
Posted by: Jo | May 15, 2005 at 12:06 AM
Run, Spangle Monkey, run!
Posted by: ricky | May 15, 2005 at 12:11 AM
Don't be afraid...the Monkees are too busy singin' to put anybody down.
Posted by: Jerry | May 15, 2005 at 02:51 AM