Should I die, this blog will serve as my son's source of virtual mama.

If I live, I won't have to repeat myself.

sigers writes fiction and nags her son in austin, texas. 

Thanks to you, I'm afraid to die.

Thanks to you, I'm afraid to die.

I wasn’t really afraid of it before. Well, nobody wants to wake up to a clown with an axe standing over them. But you know, I wasn’t upset with the time I’ve been given. I have had a pretty good time here on the planet so far. Your mother has had some hootenannies in her day. However, I say a little prayer to the universe that I will get 21 solid years to plant the seeds you need to become a confident, benevolent, respected, successful athlete/scholar/artist/cult leader.

That’s why I have this blog. The Time Life Library of Maternal Nagging. All the things I want you to know, just in case I get hit by a bus. In case my prayers (by the way, you’ll find I’m not much of a prayer either) fall upon deaf ears, I want to be sure that all my life lessons are eternally preserved in cyberspace. That is until the aliens come and our civilization is wiped out because we’ve made everything digital – that is, nonexistent without the proper decoding equiptment. But uh, more on that later. #nuttymamatheories

Let’s say that I make it to ripe old age with you. This way, I’ll just give you a URL. Don’t make mama repeat herself.

Ami D, I love you more than life.

What I mean by an orange.

Ami says, "Mama."