Conni-ck has a birthday!

Have I talked about my Mom lately?

Today is her birthday. Yup, she's a St. Paddy's day shamrock of joy. Too bad we're not Irish.

Seeing as how it's her day and she's off vacationing in Texas (yes, people do vacation in Texas apparantly). I'll celebrate by myself and post a few of the great things about my Connie.

She is a great source for Connie-isms like "wierdi" and "silly goose" and "smooches" and all of the lovely nicknames we go by in our family (Kalli Ko, Codi K., Brettski/MuskyMan, Chadly Winks, etc...).

She is a pretty wicked cook. Okay she's awesome. This fact contributes to my sense of inadequacy in the kitchen. How will I ever be as good as my mom? Okay so that's more of an excuse than anything but whatever.

She's a stone cold fox. You should have seen her in the 70's, she had a long, luxurious mane that put Cher to shame, and awesome fingernails to boot. She has eyes that sparkle and a smile that still makes my dad weak in the knees. Oh, and she dated an Oakridge boy. Not kidding. And no, not the one with the beard. I inherited my stone cold foxiness from my mom methinks. I certainly got her calves anyway.

see, we're hot

She used to do respite care for kids who had special needs, one of her kids was a 19 year old boy with Down's Syndrome named Kit. Kit and my mom were a pair for sure. I'm not sure who enjoyed the other more. When Kit said my mom's name he said Connie and added a "ck" at the end so it sounded like Connick. It has since morphed into several different versions. Connick, Connick-a-lick, Chronic.

She's a jewel.

we kiss on the lips

i know, we're weirdies

I love you Mom

Hope you had a great day!