Saturday, May 12, 2007

The Day She Pushed You Out

Mothers' Day is Sunday.

I am sick of buying gifts for people for certain occasions just because society says you should. Now, I don't mind celebrating ol' mom, but I don't think I need to BUY her something in order to do that.

First of all, she doesn't NEED anything. Really, nothing. She's got every trinket and nick-knack available.

Secondly, she doesn't WANT anything. She recognizes that she has everything she needs and/or wants. Gift certificates would just be a waste of money (money that I don't have a lot of by the way). Taking her out to dinner would cost much, much more than any gift/trinket that I would ordinarily get her. Sigh.

A card is cliche, to say the least. Plus, where do all those cards go after a few days? That's right, the garbage... or a box in the basement so they might as well go in the garbage. Gah.

So, any bright ideas? I liked this holiday better when we got to mess around with paint and goo in school in order to create something fantastic for Mom (and/or Dad).

7 comments:

CR said...

This might sound cheesy, but maybe just cook her dinner, or pick her least favourite chore to do and do it for her. I love when people do my dishes and crap like that for me, since I hate doing them myself.

Corwin said...

I always buy MOM something she can set on fire. She never gets tired of the good ol' fire. Plus, everything she burns I can replace next year to repeat the cycle again.

Anonymous said...

My mom is getting a day of mix drinks on the balcony... apparently I make a mean chocotini.

sherry said...

Carly, those are good ideas. However, my Mom is weird. She hates everything I cook (and hovers... ask Regan) AND she LIKES doing all her chores... seriously (again... I refer you to my only witness)

Amy said...

Sherry, do you have something against all holidays? Is there any holiday that you enjoy? Can you find anything positive to say about any holiday?

sherry said...

Halloween is awesome. Except not enough people participate usually. Bunch of wet blankets I tell ya!

Anonymous said...

I made her breakfast, dinner, and got her tickets to see Rod Stewart in Hamilton (in her insane universe, she thinks that's fun). That's why I'm the best son ever.