This blog is about my mother, The Honorable Frances Barthelma Joan Lucia Hujar Stacy. Her zany rituals and unusual habits rub off on me, as well as her untidy and hilarious mannerisms. She says the funniest stuff; its a shame that I am so used to hearing it all that I don't recognize it as humor when I hear it. I love her more than anything. In her own words, she describes herself as "always happy; I'm never depressed. I'm not a depressed person" and my "biggest fan."
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
"I didn't get many things in Paris.... but I got a cat sweater"
Whew... thank God you at least got a cat sweater, Mom.



Thursday, February 10, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Apple Bottom Jeans
My mom is a big texter. She texts me nonstop, ending every text with "XO." Obsessed with her phone, she literally sleeps with her blackberry laying loyally next to her face, substituting it for a baby blanket or stuffed animal. A few weekends ago, Daniel Harrison's older brother got married. My family attended. But my mother did more than attend. She over-enjoyed herself, serving as the only mother dancing to Shorty Got Low, which is in fact her favorite song. She hopped out there on the dance floor and was having the time of her life.
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