My sister Toni once said,  “If Mom gets bored, she gets pissed—and it’s everyone’s fault.” Turns out, this isn’t just sibling shade. It’s a widely accepted truth among Mom’s inner circle. One afternoon on Mom and Super Dave’s expansive back patio, Toni casually dropped this observation. The Aperol Spritzes were flowing—courtesy of Dave, who was mixing drinks like a seasoned resort bartender—and within seconds, Mom’s girlfriends burst into laughter. Not one of them disagreed.

Remember when CrossFit exploded and suddenly everyone had that one friend who wouldn’t shut up about it? Like they were training for the Olympics in lunges and burpees? Annoying, right? Or maybe… You were that annoying person. Well, Pickleball is my mom’s CrossFit. She talks about it constantly. And honestly, I’m thrilled she’s found something active to dive into during her golden years—70-something and still swinging. She’s got all the gear: visor, paddle, wristbands, and he

I’m jumping off the map here—because I had an idea. A blog about my mom. Not just any blog, but one that captures her most hilarious, unfiltered moments. She has no idea I’m planning to “interview” her, but I’m determined to document her stories in full detail—from daily quirks to spontaneous trips down memory lane. Take, for example, the recent phone call. The Garage Wall Incident “Dave’s mad at me,” Mom said casually. “Apparently, I put a hole in the garage wall.” “Well, Mo