

The other day I overheard my mother and father talking.
I couldn't hear what my father had said, but I heard my mother reply,
"I said tomorrow, t-o-m-o-r-r-o-w dot com dot dot com com."
My mother is what nice people call "eccentric".

Contents :
Introducing Stevi Foxx - (see below) Some of my mother's sayings Things she's done or wants to do Famous people she's met Strange and spooky things that have happened
to her Interests Links - including links to samples of her writing
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About My Mommy : Stevi Foxx
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I decided to make my mother a webpage because she is one of the most
interesting people I know. Stevi Foxx is the pseudonym she uses for
writing, Foxx being her maiden name. Stevi is just a name she likes. This page has camouflage accents because she says camouflage is her 'favorite colour'. If you point out that camouflage is a pattern and not a colour, she says neon green is her favorite colour. She drives a station wagon painted camouflage with neon green 'trimmings' (windshield wiper arms, license plate frame, etc.). You know when you go out in public with her, there is a very good chance she will get you in trouble. At theatres she talks to the screen and throws JuJu's over her shoulder so the people behind her think someone behind them is throwing them.
She's very creative, very abstract in thought. She paints, writes in just
about any and all genres, does ceramics, not the mold kind, not pots, but
small sculptures, sews, cooks (though if you hear the word 'experiment'
don't ask what's in the food till you've eaten it), has a green-thumb
to the point of our sunroom looking like a jungle, and can come up with
a interesting solution for just about any dilemma.
She taught us all to be very independent and not care what others think.
It's almost needless to mention my father is pretty neat too. It's a
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~ Sayings ~
(and she's completely serious on all of these)

"If a stranger offers you candy, take it and run."
"If a spaceship lands don't get in it."
"If someone tells you you can't do something, make sure to do it."
"I used to be Ann Rutledge"
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My mother has this way of hearing things that *rhyme*
My mother was told as a child, we would be visiting Mars within her lifetime.
She wanted to be the first person on Mars. |

~ Done/Wants To Do ~

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Things She Has Accomplished
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Things She Wants To Do
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~ Famous People She's Met ~

At St. Mary's Catholic Church dances in Philadelphia
In Wildwood, New Jersey
Other Places
On The Phone (she used to be a long distance operator)
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~ Strange Things ~

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When my mom was a very tiny girl, her grandmother took ill. She was taking a nap one day and in a dream her grandmother came to her and said she had to go away, but she wanted to say goodbye. My mother asked her grandmother if she could come with her, but her grandmother said it wasn't her time. My mother's uncle woke her from the dream to tell her her grandmother had passed away. |
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When my mother was about eleven, she found a gun sitting on a wall while she and her aunt were headed to church. They both tried to fire it with no success. Her aunt gave her the gun, since she was the one who found it. She took it to Sunday School with her and showed it to a girl who yelled out to the teacher, "She has a gun!". The teacher told my mother to "Please put it away". My mom figures the teacher thought the girl meant a toy gun. When my mother and her aunt got back to my aunt's house, my mother called her father to tell him about her find and much to her disappointment, he called the police and they came by and got it. |
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When my mom was about seventeen years old, she and her brother were in a deli. Two guys ordered sandwiches and when they were given them they took off up the stairs and out of the door of the deli. A policeman who was there took off after them. Mom and her brother ran to the door to watch and as the cop reached the top stair his gun fell free from its holster. Mom picked up the gun and ran after the cop, with her brother close on her heels. She wonders what onlookers must have thought seeing two guys, a cop, a girl with a gun, and a small boy running down the street after each other. |
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When my mother was working as an operator, she got a call from a very distressed sounding gentleman who wanted to know where his milk was. He had milk delivered, but the deliveries hadn't been showing up. He said he would ask his relatives about it, but he can't seem to find them. They were always with him, but now they were gone. My mother, being a kind-hearted person, got his name and address. After work, she and my father went to the address. The house was forsale, no one answered. A neighbor came out and they asked where the gentleman was who lived there. Then neighbor told them he had passed away a few weeks ago, his family put the house up for sale, but they were currently vacationing in Europe. |
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There's a rule my mom's friends apply to her, "Anything weird that can happen has, or will, probably happen to you.". some bees came in the house once, in order to kill
them, but not have to get too close, she shot at them with a BB gun.
Even those on the windows. driving down a neighborhood road, a tree fell on her car an angel helped her when her car broke down - this 'man' just
happened to have the correct wiring to fix a short in her electrical
system, he was dressed all in white, and his hair 'glowed' gold
Edgar Allen Poe has been bugging my mother... |
~ Interests ~

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Music...
Politics... My mom is Republican. Bumperstickers, lawn-signs, volunteer work, the whole nine yards. She can't understand why most 'art' people are Democrats when the Democratic party wants to put more restrictions on personal freedoms. Religion... My family is Baptist, however mom has read up on most other religions as well. She works in Sunday School, but I think that's just to play with the kids, then she comes home and watches the grown-ups' sermon on TV.
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Authors...
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Television... Stevi's favorite shows :
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~ Stevi's Links ~

Stevi's Poems Smokin' Stevi A Short Story by Stevi Stevi as a fictional character
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