Mother, Mamma, Äiti, Mama

I have the best mother in the whole wide world! I know most of you are thinking "no, I have the best mother" but that's how everybody is supposed to think about their mothers. Your mom should be the most important person in your life. Some may not have a mother, but she still lives in your heart and in your mind.
MY mother is my idol, my hero, my best friend and my adviser.
She is there whenever I need her. She gives me advise when I'm lost and she kicks me in the butt whenever I make a stupid mistake or decision. I can go out partying with her like any girlfriends do, but she can also tell me to clean up my act if I'm getting too sloppy with my life. I can ask her for advise in anything. She has tought me how to be a stronger person without her knowing it. I have watched her do amazing things by her self. She is my hero already by raising two girl basically on her own. I can only imagine that it takes a lot of strength to raise two teen-aged daughters!
I'm not going anywhere with this, I'm not after anything :D Seriously I don't even know if she reads my blog :D
I just wanted to share my thoughts about my wonderful mom :)
When I have children, I want to be just as great of a mother as mine is <3

Speaking of her, she brought me a great pressie from Sweden today! She knows I'm OBSESSED with the Swedish royal family (and she is obsessed with cleaning), so she got me this

And the other day I broke(by mistake!) my new camera that she got me for christmas, so we went and got me a new one :)

But even without the stuff, she is the best mother I could ever wish for <3

<3

St. Patrick's leg

People have been asking me every day "How's your foot today?" "How are you feeling today?" I'm always answering patiently and nicely and honestly that it's not good cos I'm in pain. What I really want to say is "Oh yes I'm fine. I'm ready to kill my self any day now". Seriously I'm in pain. I'm supposed to go out on saturday. It's St.Patricks day and I promised my half-irish friend that I'll go to the city and celebrate it with her. But with my leg looking and feeling like this, it doesn't look so good. And that pisses me off! I've been looking forward to this! But do I really want to go to a Irish pub that is packed with people?? Me with my crutches...we don't stand a chanse. AND we would need a driver that leaves us and pickes us up outside the door of the pub..
Well, I will give it a day or two to see how my leg is healing but it does not look so good :(