momisms

"lets practice the moon dance in honor of michael jackson." (attempts to walk/slide backwards)

"i've got a furry wig and dad has no hair. boy, don't we make a couple!"

"when i'm terminally in diapers, pull the plug!"

"if its a solicitor, tell them.. 'my mom has cancer, she can't come to the phone' "

"whatever you do, do NOT repeat me!!! im serious. do not quote me."




happy birthday mom. :) love you

ding dong.. the kings are dead. :(

i just.. am.. speechless.

i like to remember him as a shouter.

i like to remember him as black.

rest in peace billy & michael. and all you other celebrities that are dropping like flies. i hope that somehow.. you are all just pulling our legs and are hanging out with tupac on a desert isle. if not.. happy day. all is well.

sam?

me: hey margorie, where is your kitty, sam?
margorie: oh.. he had a phone call..
me: ...

ohhh love.

i love jane eyre. thank you mother, for making me read it.


"I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly." Mr. Rochester

goodnight precious!

so.. every night my patients husband tucks her into bed. and every night, they have the same conversation.

Ron: Are you comfortable dear?
Bev: Oh yes, thank you dear.
(three kisses)
Ron: Sleep sweetly precious.
Bev: You are my life.
Ron: And you are my life, dear.
Bev: I'll see you in dreamland tonight!
Ron: Okay honey. I sure do love you.
Bev: And i love you. Goodnight precious.

makes me wanna cry. i love them.