I do this a couple of times a year on her birthday and death day and this is no different. I usually rhapsodize about how terrific she was and how she's still missed like crazy. But after I toasted to her with my Guinness last night, I thought I'd like to tell you guys a few things she taught me.
Match your clothes. The woman was always stylish. Even though her style was giant shoulder pads and sweatshirts with pompoms or some such nonsense hanging off them. Hey, it was the 80's. But she still managed to rock those cheesy shirts.
Use a napkin. She always had food dripped on her fancy shoulder padded tops. She was a sloppy eater with a heart of gold.
Always wear a great fitting bra. My mum had enormous boobs. She always wore bras that were at least 3 sizes too small. Seeing her quad boob action made me want a breast reduction as soon as I could get one.
Learn to drive. She died before she ever learned. My dad drove her everywhere and never whimpered once. Ever. But now that I'm an adult I realize how crazy it must have driven him (no pun intended).
Smile. I never saw my mum cry or be sad until she got sick. She was always upbeat and positive and I know she's who I got it from. It's my most treasured inheritance from her.
So there you have it. A few things I learned from my awesome mother Mabel.