My mom is coming in town today for a week to celebrate my birthday (April 14) and my bro's birthday (April 17).
But one thing I notice: every time I'm around family (not just my mom), for some reason I turn into the 13 year old version of myself.
Why do I do this? Am I alone on this one?
Don't get me wrong, I really do LOVE it when my Mom comes in to town. We have so much fun together. Seriously, I might have a 6 pack at the end of the week from all the laughter that is about to happen.
My mom is the hippie, atheist version of me... try to imagine that for a minute. :)
If you think I tell it like it is, just you wait till you meet my mom. Let's just say, growing up boyfriends were more afraid to meet my 5 foot 2 mom due to her doctorate in psychology and loose tongue, than my 6 foot 7 father who could smash them to pieces with one look (that last part might be an exaggeration).
Check back into the blog this week, because in honor of my mom being here, I thought I'd share some of my stories from growing up. Trust me, you will like these. I'll start the posts with "Life with Dr. Jan: And the title will go here." Why Dr. Jan? That's what my friends called her. Your my friends. So that is what you can call her. :)
Oh the hardest part will be which ones to choose.
I think the first post will be: "Dr. Jan: Good Morning America Blind Date." You can't even imagine where I'm going with this. Trust me.