Happy Birthday "Windy Doodle!"

Just wanted to give a little "Woop! Woop!" to my mom today.  She's one heckuva lady.  She and I have had our "moments," but I love her so much and don't feel like I've told her enough how great of a mother she's been to me.  I have a hard time writing sappy junk, as you've all seen in the past (well, all of my) posts.  I get my smart-a@#%ness from her.  And I think I like that quality, to be quite honest with you.

Let me just share a few tidbits about this chick:

• she can shoot a gun like it's no one's business.  I think we had a gun in every bedroom growing up on the ranch.  She even had one under the seat of our car.  I can't tell you how many times the car came to a screeching halt when she saw a fat, juicy squirrel and blow it's head off.
• she taught our parrot, Kermit to say, "I'm a Mormon, I'm a Mormon."  The guy that bought him from us (not LDS) wasn't too pleased.
• she absolutely rocked the wife-beater/no bra thing back in the day.  My mom had a killer body, still does.  (all my guy friends in high school had the biggest crush on her)
• she's always made the yummiest meals.  EVER.  She even paid her accountant by making steak dinners for him each year.
• she's the best nurse in the whole wide world.  I'm telling you, when you're on your death-bed, you want this chica around, fo sho!  Just don't expect her to clean up any throw-up.  She'll turn around and run the other way.  (I wonder wear I get it from?)
• she's intimidating as all get out.  I personally think it's a good thing.  You don't want to screw with her.  She's one tough mutha' and knows how to give a good "Chinese Torture."  DONT. MESS. WITH. HER. (and just as a heads-up, don't ever mention immunizing issues, EVER)

One of my favorite "Mom" stories goes a little somethin' like this:

So we're on our way home from school one day, and we had full-time cowboys living  in a trailer next to our house.  We came to be good friends with one in particular, Richard Selander.  Richard had just bought a really nice dirt bike, motorcycle thing, and as we're pulling up to the house, we saw that he had just washed it.  So my mom makes us all get out and get all the horse poop and mud we could possibly find and throw it onto the bike.  We were practically massaging that baby with mud!  She always loves to get a rise out of people.

Happy birthday Mom, your present's gonna be a little late as well, so I figured I'd better butter you up a little before it comes.  Thanks for being the best wife, mother, daughter and friend.  Love you.

Ok, enough sap.  Birthday week is officially over.  Tommy says it's been nice because I haven't ripped on him in my posts the past few days.  Ooooohh, you just wait, my little Tommicita!