A Post About Mom

A lot of people ask me how me and my siblings are so eccentric and quirky. Well, it's because of the larger than life character in our lives that we call 'mom' or when we're mad 'Linda'. I decided that I would like to just share a bit of the eccentricity that is my mother today.

First things first, she can't remember the first names of certain politicians (In 2004 she constantly referred to John Kerry as Bob Kerry) and at the moment she keeps calling Republican for Michigan Governor Rick Snyder, Tom. Such as "Jake, are you gonna vote for that Tom Snyder guy?"

She loves to share facts and stories about celebrities. Below is a list of statements she has made to me out of the blue:

"Did you know Tony Curtis and Robert Wagner both had sex with Yvonne De Carlo, the actress who played Lily Muenster?"

"Did you know that Judy Garland internal organs were rotting?"

"You know what I'm getting out of this book? Martha Stewart is a real bitch."

"Apparently Cary Grant was a huge homosexual even though he was married a few times"

"I just finished McKenzie Phillips' book... the word I wish to describe it as is debauchery"

"Pam Grier met John Lennon once, and thought he was a complete asshole"

My mother really likes all the aforementioned celebrities though.

She loves watching movies, all kinds of movies. It's strange to think that a person who cries every time they watch 'Terms Of Endearment' would also like the movie 'Smokin' Aces', and will often get Goodfellas and Casino mixed up, and just simply ask "Ok, which one is the one where Joe Pesci get's beat to death with a shovel and buried alive?" (That one is Casino by the way).

Anyone who knows my mom knows that she will slip in and out of accents throughout the day. One minute she'll be speaking normal, and then suddenly she becomes British, or Jewish, or her favorite, a tough ol' broad from the streets of Boston. But anytime she goes into an accent it always ends with the phrase "What are you trying to kill your poor mother over here?"

She also is addicted to sniffing candles. She's a good old fashion American candle sniffer. Can't walk past a candle without putting her nose to it. There could be a label that says "This candle smells like nothing" and she'll still sniff it to see what it smells like. She could do some real damage at a Yankee Candle.

So, basically what I'm saying is, if you think my being weird is a bad thing, you can blame my mother. If you think it's a good thing, you can thank her.