Since my own daughter is out of action, I will relate what another wonderful daughter did for her mother yesterday for Mother's Day. The pic above is of my goddaughter Lizzy Jones. I know I was responsible for her spiritual development as her godmother but failed miserably in the task since I fell by the Religious Wayside long ago. I did supply her with Beer Money on her birthdays though, so all in all I think I did a good job.
Her mother sent me this report of what Lizzy did yesterday:
"She fixed the most delicious scrambled eggs with feta cheese, basil she grew herself, and tomatoes---plus sourdough baguette toast topped with mascarpone and fresh blackberries. All washed down with lovely mimosas. It was a MOLIERE TREAT* for sure, and the best Mother's Day ever."
*Brenda cooks gourmet food, and one time I said that some plain food would be nice, not this Moliere Pie stuff -- meaning complicated dishes -- and the name stuck.
Not only was Lizzy cooking wonderful food for her mother, she was also busy composing some Mother's Day verses that would put Hallmark Cards to shame. She based the poem on the lingo that her mother and I use when we speak (translations to the right):
On this Mother's Day...
I hope you ain't BO, (bored)
You better get RO, (roaring drunk)
Maybe buy some new CLO, (clothes)
(But then we be PO.) (poor)
Mumma, you is the best MO, (mother)
There ever wuz in this WO, (world)
...And I ain't done a card like this, since I wuz FO. (four)
So I'm gonna GO.
Monday, 12 May 2008
A lovely daughter
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I read the poem to Katie, and she thinks that there is no WO word and that Lizzy was taking poetic license. I guess she's a lingo purist.
Who is that man looking on in the background, as if wishing that breakfast Lizzy is holding were his? Is he the family gardener? Or the father perhaps, wondering what fab treats await him on Father's Day?
Lizbo, why did your BF need a pacemaker? Is it cardiomyopathy?
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