So I was sitting here reading comments when a post reminded me that I'd forgotten to update you all on my drug addicted, alcoholic, egocentric mother who can't seem to live her life without creating some type of drama. Thank-you, B.J. for mentioning that "millions still believe that [Pat Robertson is] sane." That reminded me of my own insane mother who adores Robertson.

Starting on my birthday, she sent me four emails in three days (still not speaking with her). First she was BEGGING me to speak to her. Could tell in the way it was written that she was wasted. Before I even have a chance to consider this plea (yeah...right) she emails me again. Evidently she has, ONCE AGAIN, turned her life over to...you got it...Christ. She has replaced her "nightly beverage to Root Beer, or Sprite." Anyone here believe that one? I sure as hell don't.

Then she "set me free" as she came to realize the I was not born for her "fulfillment"("hallelujah for this revelation" she says). Several "Praise the Lord"'s later and she set me free from her. My favorite part in all of this though was when she forwarded the "You are free" email to Bear asking him to join her in prayer as she prays "to bind the powers of Satan" who is apparently putting "evil feelings and thoughts" in my mind that are keeping me from wanting to speak to her.

I don't need satan for that one. Thirty-five years of knowing her did the trick.

Of course after all of the above, she tried calling my cell phone to sing "Happy Birthday" to my son. Yeah, right.

My poor husband. If I were him, I'd be worrying about what kind of stock I bred with. Of course, my Daddy was a total gem, so I guess that makes up for it.