An On-Line Journal
by Paul Buceta
2003 06 06 - Momma Mia

Thank God my mom does not have Internet!

If she read my journal, I would have a lot of explaining to do.

For example, I didn't tell her that I bought a new house or that I moved until last week: Well after the fact.

Why you ask?

Because if I told my mother I was buying a new house and she didn't like it, she would be convinced that I bought it just to spite her.

My Mommy
Mom - April 10, 2001

Regardless, I had her over the other day for an inspection. She loved the way things looked.

For most people that would be a blessing, but not to me.
You see, when I tear out all the carpets for tile and wood floors, she's going to be mad at me.
What's worse is that I have beautiful oak trim everywhere.
I love oak and appreciate it's beauty but is just doesn't go with my decor - So out it goes.

I don't want to seem like a bad son, I love my mom, (I visit her every weekend).
But like most moms, she's kinda fun to joke with.

There was this one time, my brother put a mannequin in my mom's bed.
OMG, It was the funniest thing I'd ever seen - I'm laughing as I type this.

Mom's have it tough - Don't they?


Here we are on Montevideo, Uruguay.


This was our first place in Canada. (I'm sleeping in this picture)

Whenever I look at the picture above, I'm reminded of the hardships she had to endure.
I can imagine her wanting the best for me, and to be honest; she damn well delivered!

Anyhow, enough of the sentimental stuff - Lets get back on track...

We also have different tastes in clothes: her and I.

She used to make me sweaters - She also made me wear them to school.

I can't complain though, my kid brother got it worse.
By the time she was making clothes for him she was feeling more creative.
She once made him a winter hat that looked like it had a reservoir on the top - Similar to that of a condom.

Not many moms can be responsible for their sons being nick-named dickhead.