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Sunday, May 11th, 2008
Happy Mother's Day 2008
From what I read on various blogs, we have quite a number of Moms on Humzoo. Enjoy the day. Based upon the comments you post, it seems like a difficult job. Still, someone has to do it, right?
Back in the early 1980s, maybe 1980 or 1981, I was riding my bike down Balmoral Avenue in Westchester, Illinois. To make a long story short, I decided to reach out and grab a newspaper that was caught in an evergreen bush. I had a paper route in those days, so I thought I could help out and toss the newspaper onto my neighbor's doorstep. Somehow I managed to get my hand caught, my bike continues to roll down the sidewalk, and I go flying. After sliding a good five feet or so down the pavement, I spring to my feet and dust myself off. Nothing broken. I walked to my bike thinking I'm fine. Just a few scratches here and there. Next thing I know, I am covered in blood.
At that point, I decided I should walk my bike home. I was only two or three blocks from our house. As I turn the corner onto Milford Street, I see my Mom washing our car. When I pulled up the sidewalk, she pulled the hose away from our silver Oldsmobile and hosed me down.
All in a day's work for a Mom.
Happy Mother's Day 2008
From what I read on various blogs, we have quite a number of Moms on Humzoo. Enjoy the day. Based upon the comments you post, it seems like a difficult job. Still, someone has to do it, right?
Back in the early 1980s, maybe 1980 or 1981, I was riding my bike down Balmoral Avenue in Westchester, Illinois. To make a long story short, I decided to reach out and grab a newspaper that was caught in an evergreen bush. I had a paper route in those days, so I thought I could help out and toss the newspaper onto my neighbor's doorstep. Somehow I managed to get my hand caught, my bike continues to roll down the sidewalk, and I go flying. After sliding a good five feet or so down the pavement, I spring to my feet and dust myself off. Nothing broken. I walked to my bike thinking I'm fine. Just a few scratches here and there. Next thing I know, I am covered in blood.
At that point, I decided I should walk my bike home. I was only two or three blocks from our house. As I turn the corner onto Milford Street, I see my Mom washing our car. When I pulled up the sidewalk, she pulled the hose away from our silver Oldsmobile and hosed me down.
All in a day's work for a Mom.
4 Comments
Leslie Sunday, May 11, 2008
Bill Sunday, May 11, 2008
girlcarew Sunday, May 11, 2008
dannie Sunday, May 11, 2008
1) That's funny...car wash/kid wash. Your mom was a multi-tasker.
Leslie Sunday, May 11, 20082) The best part was that I lived to tell the tale.
Bill Sunday, May 11, 20083) Yes, eventually we learn not to freak out even when there is copious amounts of blood. All in a day's work, for sure.
girlcarew Sunday, May 11, 20084) Great story, a mom after my own heart.
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