Morphing into Mom.... all my "Jo"isms...

So apparently I'm funny... a lot of people have told me that lately... that they think I'm funny and they enjoy reading my blog. I've never considered myself even remotely funny, so this is a lot of pressure. I guess it's easy to say funny things when you don't really intend to... but now I feel like I need to come up with more funny material---hence the pressure.

As promised I wanted to write about all the ways I feel as thought I'm becoming my mother. I said I could give ten, but thankfully I don't think I'll be able to think of that many. I love my mother... but I'm only 21, I'm not ready to fully take on that role quite yet.

So, I'll give you 5...

1. I don't like people in the kitchen when I cook. I always resented this when I was little because I always really wanted to help, and when I'm bored I tend to hover... the standard phrase was, "Ya'll get out of the kitchen," and I would go to my room and 20 or so minutes later, she would call me back "Lauren! Come fix your plate..." Then we(my mom and dad, and in earlier years- Jason, and Blake) would proceed with the "border house" reaching and fast flinging of food, eat and leave the table for mom to clean up. BUT, as I've gotten older I completely understand... I just don't want people in my kitchen when I'm trying to cook, if that leaves me cleaning up the damage alone in the end, I'm okay with it.

2. "Don't touch me, I'm hot." I always wanted to sit on my moms lap, sometimes I still try and she literally acts like I've just inflicted upon her the world's most agonizing pain(not good for a girls self esteem). BUT, once again I get it... and I'm far too young for this one.

3. I doodle the names of TV characters on notebook paper while watching my shows. I don't really have much more to say about this one because I'm a little ashamed about it.

4. I like to be the first one to know things and to relay the good news... of any kind...and when I'm the first, and then someone else goes to tell the story that the other person already heard from me, it's like I've won. ;)

5. I rarely cuss... (I'm from East Texas and I refuse to say curse or swear... it's just cussin' to me) I went through a stage in middle school where I would cuss every now and again... but I just don't now- but old habits die hard, and like my mother I occasionally spit out the "S.H." word at the grocery store... but only when I've forgotten my list.

There you have it... I am becoming my mother-- but it's to be expected.
After all, my middle name is Jo :)


I LOVE YOU MOM!