What Bradley and Andrew wrote today.

Karen


.by Bradley Harvey on Sunday, May 8, 2011 at 5:46pm.

I have had the privilege of knowing many fantastic mothers in my short time on this earth. The list would rival an Old Testament "who-begat-who" bloodline. I also know facebook is chock full of status's( or stati?) of people claiming each of their own mothers to be the best, and of course they are all correct. However, I feel as though if I put out a poll as to who is the second best mother you know, Karen Louque/Miller would win in a Landslide. She is that cool. She can hang out with teenagers and not be the "adult", or someone else's mom. She is just Karen, that awesome lady who candles every ones ears. She is funny, wise, and as personable as one could hope to be. She makes everyone feel like she is their Mom too, if not an unattainable hot mom married to that Canadian.

Which makes everyone I know feel like family, in a literal sense. Zak Davis, Ryan Latner, Nik Brokas, Wyston Kicklighter, Kameron Kicklighter, Chase Julius, Charlie Heaton, Austin Alvers, Kamron Mooneyham, and countless others all count as sibilings. They eat our food, sleep on our beds, watch our team, and clean our house. They benefit from haircuts, ear candling sessions, and the occasional Cajun feast. It makes life easy to navigate.

Which makes conveying this message difficult, because everyone feels as though they have it from Karen the best. Even Tracy (bless his puck shaped heart). Hate to break it to everyone, but no one really knows how good I have it. I owe almost every decent personality trait I have to her, from the out of control hand motions to my razor sharp wit. My music taste is solely hers, as she introduced me to Journey, Sister Hazel, Boston, Van Halen ( not that vile substitute Van Hagar), Landslide, Queen, and Nelly. She got me into sports, and turned me on to the majestic goldmine that is LSU athletics. She knows more than your Dad at any rate. We both hate movies that have no plot, like 300 , and both love movies with British people. We both hate Urban Meyer, and we still both kind of like Nick Saban. I know what good spaghetti tastes like, and can identify an "It's a Wonderful Life" quote from a mile away.
Whatever semblance of good posture I have is all hers as well.

She got me into highschool against the wishes of the powers that be. She got me into LSU, then out again. She took me to see Lord of the Rings, and has pulled shift sticks out of cars to make a point. She refers to Sedaris, Mr. Knightley, and Pip. She thinks I'm gay for watching Glee and not Northern Exposure. She will eat an entire bag of Raisanettes, and together we will tear a church to the ground through our satire and witty observations.
Best of all, I can be anything I want, and it doesn't matter. So long as I follow the one rule she has. Love the other person, because they are the most important thing at that moment. It's a motto and a lifestyle, one that she has lived to the "T" for 46 fabulous years. I could go on forever, but at this moment, Karen wants me to shuck corn. Happy Mothers day Mom.



To My Mom


.by Andrew Harvey on Saturday, May 7, 2011 at 11:50pm.



So much of what I am is because of you mom. Because of you I'm slow to judge no matter what the circumstances. Because of you I could care less about what anyone thinks of me. Because of you I know what good food is. Because of you I jam out to counting crows, sister hazel, and the like. Because of you I will dance even though I can't. Because of you I could play any role in 'To Kill A Mockingbird' my memory. I could go on forever. I love you mom and I would be nothing without you. Happy Mothers day.







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