Good deal, quester. But UGH on the gas. Keep track of your milage -- you can totally claim excessive milage on taxes, I'm pretty sure.

Happy Mother's Day, all!

(I got a Mother's day present for the first time -- a little flower from Dan. I'm just a stepmom, and not even full-time at that, but it was really sweet!)

vw, good luck!

Happy Mothers Day, Bitches!!!

Bonny, it's hard to remember skater names! Mine's Rose Redrum. Roller derby usually gets crowds very interested. We just had an expo last night to get our local fans interested and had a pretty good turn out for the mini-bout. Our first home bout is next month so I hope we get a lot of people in the door.

Stepmom totally counts, Erin. Go Dan!

So we did family manicures. Franny chose a beautiful NfuOh flaky, Isaac chose two colors, one for each hand--Wildlife and a, uh, I can't remember what it's called, blue holo. I went with Peacock Feathers. Fun!

But why oh why haven't my Zoya polishes arrived yet?

Mother's Day at Chez Tea: in the morning we all went to a very nice playground so we could spend it following Ryan around. How is he growing up so fast? He went on the big slide this time. No mean feat getting back up to the top either, the slope was pretty steep (I think it reached almost 45 degrees over one patch), and he didn't need any help at all.

Oh, and he's making associations too. When his grandparents took him shopping, he saw a billboard for Coke Zero (my staple drink) and said "Daddy!" he still doesn't say "Penguin" in English, but he does in Chinese ("Qi'e"). Then he adds "Daddy!" to the end of that one too.

Afternoon, we watched a DVD about colours, while his Mummy visited a friend. We've created a monster. He spent his first two years unaware of what the goggle box was capable of, but now... Big tears and wailing when the DVD ended. (Lots of fun watching with him though.)

For dinner I did a roast. The beef was nothing special, but the port sauce I made with it, that was a revelation. I left it boiling a little too long, so it was thicker than it was supposed to be, which I think improved it. (It's not particularly complicated. Sauté some spring onions, add brandy, garlic and rosemary, then port, then beef stock, then boil the ever-loving crap out of it. What's not to love?)

All up, that was a good Mother's Day.

billy, that sounds like a lovely day...sans the tears, of course.

I was watching Masterchef AU today and got quite tense. It was like watching the beach scene in Chariots of Fire!.

I like the professionals and locations on the AU version better than the NZ version, but like the contestants and the food better on the NZ.

I'll bet your roast & sauce would do well in that crowd!

Happy Mothers' Day! I love the idea of extending the good wishes to not only people who are technically mothers, but also to those who nurture in other contexts. And, for a further extension, I wish a Happy Mothers' Day to all who have had mothers (both literally and figuratively).

As I was leaving work today, my coworker wished me a happy Mothers' Day from my cats, since they can't say it themselves, and she knows I'm a good momma to them.

And because this wants to not be in the same post as the happy bits of Mothers' Day....

Just got off the phone with mine. I'm both proud of my restraint, and somewhat skeeved. She is in much closer contact with my ex-stepfather than I, as someone who helped finance her move out of that abusive relationship, like. When she started going on about how someone who used to live across the hall from her current apartment but did not know her previously is "still in contact with Brad, and they help each other out sometimes, when Brad's car is working, which isn't often", I calmly said, "I'm sorry, I don't care to hear details of Brad's life." She was quiet a moment then said, "Well, it was a sad situation, but everything is going to be ok." I'm grateful that she respected the boundary that I set as well as she did. But it really skeeves me to be confronted with just how her brain has over-written the truth of her situation with a narrative about how good it is for her to be "friends" with her ex.

Good for you, Andi. That's a good boundary to have, both for your sanity and for your mom's reality.

I was listening to a book this week that cited some study about how a memory is 'enhanced' every time we have it...for better or worse. I can see why your mom would want to have a rosier perspective on her past experience. Goodness knows, I have done that. But, yesh.