My Mother Thanks You, My Father Thanks You…

2 Jul

The Pre-Morgan Years: Mom, Dad and Me.

So…Day 4 is about parents. Mom & Dad  have been married for 29 years in November. I am the oldest kid. I was so awesome that after my birth Mom wanted 5 more. Then they had my little brother and stopped.

The Morgan Years: And then there were two.

Mom always had creative ways of getting us to do boring crap. When the tile floors needed to get mopped, she would fill up a bucket with soapy water, put Dad’s old tube socks on us and we’d have a “dance party.” Hey, that floor got cleaned.

The Official Dance Party Anthem

She was also the queen of embarrassing me in public ON PURPOSE. The Mick Jagger Story is just one. If I was acting  too cool for life while looking for videos to rent at Blockbuster, she would walk behind me and in a special ed voice she would loudly say, “Hey! You go my school! You go my school!”

NOT awesome.

We all love Lucy. My favorite Halloween costume ever.

Mom is responsible for my love of ‘I Love Lucy,’ ‘ Back to the Future,’ Jerry Lee Lewis (aka God’s Own Son) and Mel Brooks. She knows more about Lucy than anyone I know. And tying into the Halloween photo, Halloween is her holiday. For Halloween dinner she would make us elephant’s toenails (French Fries), freeze an ice hand to put in the punch bowl, and cut a jack-o-lantern face out in the cheese on our cheeseburgers.

I do hair real good.

Dad is a man with many polar opposite interests. He is an Olympic track and field coach who uses curse words the way my generation uses the word “like.” Unlike Mom, his cleaning methods are more…Mommie Dearest. “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at the mother f*cking, asshole dirt.”At the same time he  knows more about table etiquette and coursed dinners than anyone I know. Which means, I also know more about that then anyone my age. He would quiz me about what this fork was or that spoon. The reasoning behind it was, “I want you to know what you’re doing when you go to dinner parties.” I’m sure it will come in handy for all my white tie suppers at Buckingham Palace. And for someone who wears sweatpant shorts daily, he has surprisingly good taste in clothes. He unknowingly picked this dress for my TCM weekend.

Picked by my personal stylist, Dad.

Dad’s holiday is Christmas–even my middle name means Christmas in French.  He’s a teacher so he has 2 weeks off every year to decorate the hell out of our house. We would get a 12 foot (or more) tall tree and everything had to be color coordinated with different combinations every year. That annoyed the crap out of me as a kid…until I started doing it as an adult.

How are peacocks Christmasy? Who cares, they're awesome. I also handmade all the bows under the tree.

The title of my blog is a line from the film ‘Yankee Doodle Dandy.’ It is a great movie that I watch  almost every 4th of July and is playing on TCM Monday night as a pick from special guest programmer, Conan O’Brien. Be American and watch it, the music is great!


7 Responses to “My Mother Thanks You, My Father Thanks You…”

  1. Taylor Marie Castaneda July 2, 2011 at 7:21 AM #

    my parents will be married 29 years in november and i’m the oldest and my my mom loves i love lucy. you and i were meant to be. 🙂

  2. MAYBELLINE July 2, 2011 at 10:59 AM #

    No…I want a cookie!
    You forgot to log out.

    • L July 2, 2011 at 1:18 PM #

      Why does it do that? Weird.

  3. BabyCakes July 2, 2011 at 12:18 PM #

    My cousin Nick did the same thing but to his mom, and when she would tell him to knock it off he would say “why don’t you love me?” in a special ed voice. Haha!

  4. MAYBELLINE July 2, 2011 at 3:19 PM #

    …and I will watch the Speedway fireworks tonight recalling fun nights on and under blankets on the front lawn with a bowl of popcorn. Anything passing will take on the characteristic of a wild beast of raging Injun. Bet my fireworks show tonight beats those at Disneyland – at least in the fond memory department.

    PS – Thank goodness you have your mother’s good looks.


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