The Legend of Cathy Cotter...

This is Cathy Cotter (and me...and my Uncle Jimmy lurking in the background there). Cathy, in case you hadn't guessed by now, is my Mom. And today is her birthday. So in addition to all of the other musings you read here on a daily basis, you may choose to read this virtual birthday card as well.

Like I've said before, I was an annoying kid. My parents friends used to call me "the poster child for birth control." True story. Which is probably why Cathy has so many white hairs that she now has to dye her hair on a regular basis. Yep, that was largely my doing. And sorry for blowing your cover, Mom.

But no matter how much of a bastard I was growing up, she always loved me more than I could have ever expected. Throughout the years she's encouraged me to pursue my dreams, no matter how idiotic. And trust me, there's be some severe idiocy. I'm a hair brained scheming machine. But she's always been proud to be my mother...for God knows what reason.

So today, on her XX birthday (age has been omitted to protect the geriatric), I'd like to say - thanks Mom, for always supporting me and pushing me to do everything I want to do in life, as best as I can do it. I would not be the profanity loving, yet relatively well adjusted adult I am today if not for you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!

xoxoxoxoxo,

- Your Son, Christopher
[this is the only name my Mom knows how to call me]