It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything about my Mom…so here’s a little voice mail I received recently that will hopefully keep you loving her:

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One evening last week my mom told me that she was clipping her fingernails earlier that day cut one of her nails too short.

“It hurt so bad, Michael,” she told me.  “I had to put a band-aid on it because the skin under your nails is really sensitive.”

She walked over to me and started taking the band-aid off.  As I’m writing this, I’m realizing that this is kind of gross…that my mom would walk up to share with me a wound of any sort, but in the Lawson family, this is normal.

She peeled back the band-aid and stuck her ring finger out for me to see.  It looked normal.

I think that the quizzical look on my face confused my mom.  She bent her finger so she could take a look.

“Oh,” she said.  “It was my middle finger.”  And she held out her middle finger for me to inspect.
“But you were wearing a band-aid all day on your ring finger?” I asked.

She laughed.  “I guess so.”

I wanted to blog today, but couldn’t think of something substantial enough to fill an entire post.  So instead you get pieces of me:

* I finished my 20th book in 2010.  I read A Good And Happy Child by Justin Evans – it’s the story of a crazy kid that thinks he’s possessed by demons.  Or is he a kid possessed by demons that everyone thinks is crazy?  Kind of a long read…about 100 pages too long.

* I received my latest a1c results, and I’m quite happy with myself.  Approximately one year ago my a1c was 12.3.  Seriously.  And this week it is 6.2.  Seriously.  If you’re not diabetic, these numbers might mean nothing to you…but to me it shows that I’m on the right path.  Regardless of how bad some people make me feel about my chronic illness, I’m getting closer to control.  Sure, it might not happen over night, and there will most definitely be mistakes…but I’m not a bad diabetic like some lead me to believe.

* Mother’s Day is on Sunday, and I really want to make my mom a blog as a present.  I doubt that she would have (a) the discipline to blog regularly (b) the technological knowledge to do anything creative with the blog and (c) the brain power to remember a username and password.  But a boy can dream.

* In one short week I accomplished all of my Foursquare goals…additionally I became the mayor of my gym, and I’m battling it out with some guy named Fadi and I can’t let him re-gain the mayorship.  Now I need a new Foursquare goal.

* I’ve downloaded about a dozen new podcasts that I’m auditioning.  So far I absolutely love Pod Is My CoPilot and the iTunes Celebrity Playlist podcast.

* Have a good weekend, bitches.

I’m finished with my Christmas shopping.  This past weekend I went with my Sister and we finished buying for my parents.  For each of my parents we included one package that is kind of a funny gift…but still something that they’ll use once or twice.

My Dad’s funny-but-useful gift is a branding iron for his steaks.  Now when he’s out back grilling he can brand his initials onto the slabs of meat.

And for my mom, we got a Snuggie (also known as a Freedom Blanket or a Slanket).  And where we were shopping they had a buy-one-get-one-free offer…that was impossible to refuse.  So:

I’m always wrapping myself up in a blanket while watching TV.  So it made sense to get the comfy brown one for myself.  Now I have sleeves.

So Dan and I are going to have lunch at my parents today.  This will be the first time I’ve hung out with all of them together for an extended period, and I am kind of afraid of how my mom will embarass me this time.  Updates to come.

Today, Mother’s Day, me and Olive took a trip to see my mom and dad.  It was a long one-hour car drive for her, but she handled it okay.

And in the past I’ve always rolled my eyes when I would call a female dog a “him” or visa versa, and the dog-owner corrected me.  But now, after spending a day with my mom, I can see why it bugs dog-owners.

For some reason, my mom kept saying, “Where is he?” or “He is so cute.”  And I kept correcting her…eventually just giving up.

Why do you think it bothers dog-owners so much?

If you happen to be a mother, and you happen to be reading this, I’d like to wish you a happy mother’s day!

I’m bringing Olive over to mommy dearest’s house.

Mother’s Day Presents this year include: A cute blown glass humming bird feeder and wind chimes.  What did you get your mom?