Mother Clucker

Savannah is actually napping right now so I thought I would stop by for a minute... I asked her this morning what she was going to get me for Mother's Day. She said, "a wallet." "Why," I asked. "Cuz you have to pay more money." Nice observation, kiddo.
All this Mother's Day talk and sweet posts many of you are writing got me thinking... If you still have your mom, be very thankful. If you have a great relationship with your mom, be very thankful. I know some friends who have lost their mom already. I just can't imagine what that must be like. On the other hand, I love my mom and she's been great but I feel like my relationship with her is strained. For all of high school and college, she was the "fun" mom, silly to be with, fun to go shopping with, sending me all kinds of cute care-packages. She never pried and wasn't at all over-bearing. She let me have my Independence.
But now some years have passed and she just seems different. I think she's had a lot of "demons" to deal with in her life and some are catching up to her. We certainly don't talk about it. No, we are a private family and it's nobody's business. That's her stance, anyway. I dunno. Maybe she just needs some Prozac.
Switching gears...this weekend is the Poultry Festival! That's right! Who doesn't love a Southern festival celebrating some kind of produce/byproduct/internal organ (chitlins, anyone?)!? We kick things off this evening with some live music and the carnival rides. Saturday morning is the fabulous parade and craft vendors. But don't go home yet! Come back that night for a street dance, fireworks and beer trucks! Because nothing says, "chicken industry" like a drunk teetering on the railroad tracks. Ya'll come on! It's going to be a clucking good time!