Friday, May 12, 2006
Meta Blog
My mom called tonight.
"Honey, I’ve been reading your blog and I just want you to know-"
"I know, I know, the language."
"Yes, well there is that too. But actually, I was reading your Single Rant and I think you should know that your father and I don't expect you to ever get married. We have known for years that you are just not the marrying kind. And I want you to know that’s okay."
"Thanks mom. Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"You're just a different kind of woman, that’s all. I mean, parents want to see their kids marry someday so they know they are set. That they are going to be okay. But your father and I never worry about that with you. Even as an umarried woman, we know you will be okay."
"Mom. I think you might be missing the point of the blog. It was not to lament on my unmarried status. I like being single. It was meant to be a celebration of singlehood. And, and, "
"I know. I get that. You have a fabulous life dear. And it’s okay. You’re never really alone. You will always have us."
"That’s comforting."
"So Molly Jean is getting married. Who is she marrying? Is it that nice boy you were telling me about?"
"Yes mom. But you shouldn’t give up hope for me really. I mean Liddy Dole didn’t even meet Bob Dole until she was 39."
"Bob Dole? That man with the paralyzed arm in the Viagra commercials? Well yes, and there are always divorcee’s when you reach that age."
"That’s great. If I wait long enough, there will be a deep pool of divorceés, cripples and men that use Viagra. That’s encouraging."
"Just wanted to let you know."
"Thanks Mom."
"Oh yes, and Honey, you’re a great writer."
"Thanks Mom."
"Honey, I’ve been reading your blog and I just want you to know-"
"I know, I know, the language."
"Yes, well there is that too. But actually, I was reading your Single Rant and I think you should know that your father and I don't expect you to ever get married. We have known for years that you are just not the marrying kind. And I want you to know that’s okay."
"Thanks mom. Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"You're just a different kind of woman, that’s all. I mean, parents want to see their kids marry someday so they know they are set. That they are going to be okay. But your father and I never worry about that with you. Even as an umarried woman, we know you will be okay."
"Mom. I think you might be missing the point of the blog. It was not to lament on my unmarried status. I like being single. It was meant to be a celebration of singlehood. And, and, "
"I know. I get that. You have a fabulous life dear. And it’s okay. You’re never really alone. You will always have us."
"That’s comforting."
"So Molly Jean is getting married. Who is she marrying? Is it that nice boy you were telling me about?"
"Yes mom. But you shouldn’t give up hope for me really. I mean Liddy Dole didn’t even meet Bob Dole until she was 39."
"Bob Dole? That man with the paralyzed arm in the Viagra commercials? Well yes, and there are always divorcee’s when you reach that age."
"That’s great. If I wait long enough, there will be a deep pool of divorceés, cripples and men that use Viagra. That’s encouraging."
"Just wanted to let you know."
"Thanks Mom."
"Oh yes, and Honey, you’re a great writer."
"Thanks Mom."
Labels: Pop Culture Casualty, Sober
