Happy Birthday Crazy Mother!
Tomorrow’s is my mother’s birthday. Since I had all of 2 readers last year at this time, I’m going to re-post what I wrote after her birthday last January. Not much has changed. She’s still crazy, only now she’s 59. And I still love her craziness. She cooked her own dinner last year, but this year I’m cooking.
Don’t laugh! I am cooking three new recipes. We’ll see how it all turns out. My family gives me a hard time about the fact that all they ever let me bring to get-together’s is green bean casserole. I’m going to show them tomorrow night. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
Here is my menu:
*Presto Pesto Chicken Pasta
*Olive Cheese Bread
*Salad (from a bag)
*Easy Heath Bar Dessert
My mother celebrated her 58th birthday in January. She did so by cooking her own birthday dinner. We had invited her to our house and I was going to provide dinner (remember I do not cook, so it probably would have been in the form of a square box via delivery). When she arrived wearing oven mitts I knew I was in trouble. Towards the end of the delightful dinner my mother announced she had a wonderful year, thanks to all of us.
Alright. You’re welcome.
There was more. After gushing about how we all made her year she handed us each a sealed envelope. Everyone got one, including our 4 year old son who can’t read. First reaction was “What the hell is this?” I mean come on, first you cook your own birthday dinner, then you hand us cards? I know we’ve always been a little on the dysfunctional side, but this is high-society creepy weird.
It was a thank you card - with those exact words on the front. Mine stated:
Emily,
Thank you so much for being a daughter I can be so proud of.
It has been another year in which I am in awe of the young lady you are.
Thank you for another great year.
Love, Mother
I don’t know if they make a medication for that kind of crazy, but isn’t she a beautiful crazy 58?
My mother celebrated her 58th birthday in January. She did so by cooking her own birthday dinner. We had invited her to our house and I was going to provide dinner (remember I do not cook, so it probably would have been in the form of a square box via delivery). When she arrived wearing oven mitts I knew I was in trouble. Towards the end of the delightful dinner my mother announced she had a wonderful year, thanks to all of us.
My name is Emily. I’m 30 years old. I have often been told that I ask a lot of questions, but I think I have more to say than ask.

I think I just may have read that the first time around. Did someone link to it? Perfect post it?
Anyway, it’s lovely…a lovely portrait of her, of your relationship.
You are all lucky.
Happy Birthday to your momma. I love that woman and hope she has an absolutely wonderful day. good luck with the cooking!
what a great mom!
Happy Birthday Emily’s mum! She sounds like a wonderful lady.
ps good luck with the cooking - it all sounds yummy.
That’s awesome, and the kind of thing my mother would do (she always has presents for the grandkids on her birthday).
I remember that post - it is just as lovely this year.
And does that mean that I’m like, Old Skool Fenicle? Coolness.
Happy birthday to your mom and good luck with your dinner! It’s going to be great
The meal went great! Although the Pesto Chicken Pasta was a little bland. I thought it would have more of a kick. Maybe if I would have salted it more? The Olive Cheese Bread was to die for!! Excellent!! Will make that again…and again.
The dessert was yummy too. So easy to make. You should try it all.
You are still one up on my sister, she usually gets told to bring chips or maybe brownies–really, who can screw those up?
Happy birthday to your Mom!
Heather