The Mamacita -

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We recently had the honor of celebrating my mom's birthday.

She and I had a little girls night to start the evening out, buying too many things at Deseret Book and then dining at a delicious Thai restaurant.

We then gathered at my abode for a little family favorite, boiled raisin cake. (This cakes name doesn't provide it justice - it should be named "the most glorious cake of love" or something of the like - it's magnificent- plus sister #1 and I created it, with many a phone call to our surrogate mother Teri K for instructions. It's a toughy but I am a little prideful in the turnout.  ft58;'98dddddjjjjjjjj - more found letters typed by Ruckus)

I have referenced my mom many times in the categories of service,  beauty,valiant, kindness, gossip-free, dependable, oober intelligent, best mom/grandma ever - but let me share another side of her -

She is F.U.N, has a great sense of humor, and loves a good laugh.

When I was growing up my sister and I were lounging around the house when in races my mom and dad loaded with water guns. They attacked us like crazy.

We were completely unprepared.

They demolished us and the house -
and we all laughed hysterically.

A couple of months ago my mom and sister #2 were at my house and I talked them into a game of HORSE. My mom was the first one to go outside and when I arrived she was jumping her highest on the trampoline.
 How cool is that - would you find your mom jumping on the trampoline?
I hope so.
 She invited my sister and I to join her but I guess she had done more kegals than us so we weren't as successful.

We then ventured forth to begin our b-ball game.

She informed us around the time she received the letter  S that she was actually playing DONKEY and the rules are completely different, and she was basically ruling at that game.

Some of the rules are:

You go whenever you want.

If the ball hits the rim it counts as a shot.

If you make too many baskets in a row you transfer over to the game HORSE again.

When you get too warm in the hot sun people playing DONKEY can lay by the air conditioning unit in the shade but if you're playing HORSE you're not allowed to.

I was completely entertained by this new invention of hers.
Lastly, a couple decades back one of my sisters was having some health problems. She felt horrible all the time. Her loving, sensitive sisters drove her nuts by teasing her she had chronic-gaseous-poopus.
The doctors thought possibly she had kidney stones but weren't sure.
After numerous tests and weeks of pain the doctor finally called my mom with the diagnose.
My mom hung up the phone, looking grave, and told my sister that she'd better sit down. The news was serious and life altering.
My mom looked her in the eyes and said something like,
"Honey, I'm sorry. The doctor called and informed me... that you have...
chronic-gaseous-poopus."
Hilarious-
Maybe not for my sister but the rest of us were completely loving the moment.
My mom is cool.
I love her guts!
Happy Birthday!
Thanks  for being everthing your wonderful self consists of!