My friend: Mum

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I could wax eloquently about my Mum for quite some time. She is quirky, beautiful, creative and a myriad of other things. Above all, she is amazing, beyond the fact she is sixty years old, wears smallers jeans than I, is four inches taller than I and has a inch and a half bigger space between her thighs. (Just for the record: that is wrong in seventeen different ways!)

My Mum is one of the most generous people I know. I spent last night drinking tea and laughing with her, but I was reminded how very generous she is with... everyone. She tries to expand the horizens of everyone around her, she shares with the little tiny things that mean much to her, in hopes of making their day a touch brighter or their life a little more colorful. A cup of tea, a old book, a bit of cheese. Strangers, family, children, whomever. She gladly shares what she has.

I could go on. There are many amazing things about her, all of which I cannot do justice with my pitiful writings. That is what I want to be like when I am sixty.

Minus the brightly colored hair.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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