Comments on: Mother’s Day

By: Cynthia

Cynthia — Fri, 18 May 2007 12:06:17 +0000

I LOVE both of your writing styles… make me want to quit blogging (LOL)… I only have so much time you know and I’d rather read your blog than write my dry, humorless, posts about our too-busy days.

By: KME

KME — Wed, 16 May 2007 06:39:20 +0000

Samuel - they got me an adorable MP3 player. It’s bright pink and super small (tinier than my cell phone). I’ll have to post a picture on it.

Great Mother’s Day present!!

By: Samuel

Samuel — Mon, 14 May 2007 14:38:22 +0000

By the by, what did you ever get Aunt Koffee?

By: Tim

Tim — Mon, 14 May 2007 13:41:52 +0000

Although Kathy (who is seeking to break her current record of 18 comments for a given post) says that it is best to respond to each comment individually, I’m more of a single-comment-response kind of guy.

Mom — you cannot imagine how relieved I am to hear that the brooch was truly valued as it deserved. I’m sure you’re anxious to acquire this new model, but you’re right, I’m still looking for a safety pin to bring this master-work to fruition. You wouldn’t happen to have one, would you?

De’Etta — I’m tickled pink that you recognized the McManus-esque tone of this post. I’ve often wished that my writing would be more like his. Thank you for your kind words.

Posie — I reject your wild claims that your ladybug is in any way ’superior’ to my butterfly brooch. You’ll have to show a picture. E-mail it to me and I’ll be sure to post it with many a favorable comment, I’m sure.

Mark — clearly your therapy is incomplete. Isn’t one of the first, and most important parts of overcoming a problem of such magnitude, the need to admit your jealous kleptomania? You can try to muddy the waters with groundless counter-accusations, but sooner or later you’ll have to come to grips with your own character flaws. Either that, or perhaps you think you could make a better brooch? I’ll bet Rebecca would lend you some beads … ?

With regard to the Volksmarching plate (the one with the attractive paper decal that wasn’t quite centered on the plate), I think it is very tasteless of you to rub salt in the wound of my loss, by bringing it up. As you know, it was a cherished remembrance of my friendship with your family and the happy times we spent traipsing around the German countryside. Sadly, it was … er, lost … in a tragic accident involving a skunk and a hairdryer. Even now, as I remember it, a tear comes to my eye.

By: Kristine/SHS

Kristine/SHS — Mon, 14 May 2007 06:02:13 +0000

I’ve been the blessed recipient of a gift like this also. It had one large pink plastic button, two inches in diameter, another similar button which color I’ve managed to block out, and both were strung onto a wide pink shoelace with silver glitter.

I can’t imagine what the preschool was thinking with this one, they must hvae run out of budget . . .

I would faithfully wear it to work often, removing it as soon as I got down the street and replacing it when I pulled my keys out for the drive home. I did that for two years. I surely have it tucked away someplace, after all of that, I can’t imagine that it ever got “lost”!

By: Mark

Mark — Mon, 14 May 2007 05:52:34 +0000

For the record. I have not ever (and I mean ever) stolen any brooches, butterfly or otherwise. Granted, the temptation might be severe if suddenly confronted (with no preparation ahead of time) with such a meticulously crafted piece of jewelry. I would direct you instead to the legend of the infamous Volksmarching plate that has figured in many a cross-Atlantic postal foray–as I recall this somehow involved Tim as a prominent actor. Clearly, the concept of misplacing valued items is not a novel force in Tim’s life. Rather than casting aspersions and flailing about wildly motivated by guilt, Tim should cast an inward glance perhaps?

By: Posie

Posie — Mon, 14 May 2007 02:57:19 +0000

I have never laughed so much in my life! That brooch is quite boo-tiful, Timmy!! hee.hee. In all fairness, mom gave me that ugly ladybug that I painted at camp when I was in grade school. She claimed that I might want it sitting on my own kitchen windowsill now - ha! Tricky isn’t she??

My ugly ladybug beats your bootiful butterfly!!

By: De'Etta

De'Etta — Mon, 14 May 2007 02:47:31 +0000

Tim, I really do think you ought to compile some of your posts and make a McManus type book. Honest. This was a great post….enjoyed the humor and the message.

By: Aunt Kate

Aunt Kate — Mon, 14 May 2007 01:59:48 +0000

sweet sweet. AK

By: Dad (Grandpa) Edgren

Dad (Grandpa) Edgren — Mon, 14 May 2007 01:38:47 +0000

The case of the missing brooch was more like this: After nearly wearing it out (felt wings flopped, glitter almost gone, safety pin would no longer close right), I (MOM) retired the valued brooch to my most secure jewelry box and continued to treasure it daily (as well as check on its presence). I didn’t include this valuable (ONE-OF-A-KIND!!!) item in our insurance policy for fear that the insurance clerk would come some nite and steal it. I didn’t even put it under the mattress! After years of living with the fear that this inestimably valuable brooch would be stolen, I reluctantly gave it to Kathy whom I knew would value it as much as I did. I was right! She did not record it in your insurance policy for the same fear as I had, and I KNOW it has been secured in such a secret place that not even she knows where it is. But I can tell you where it is: it is where all the rest of those Christmas, birthday, etc. presents are hidden that never have been found, and when you move, you will find them. However, by then YOU will have grandchildren - maybe one of them will value the lovely yellow and black brooch with still a few specks of glitter. As to the new one - it is very lovely and it’s remarkable how you bent that paper clip - but where is the safety pin? I don’t think I will need to hide this one from your brother!
Love-Mom