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What is a Fuzzball?


  • One question I hear more than any other is What's a Fuzzball??" Allow me to explain:

    A Fuzzball is a 30-year-old fallen debutante who lives in Houston, TX with a bossy dog and an even bossier parrot who she SWEARS is the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte.

    A Fuzzball prefers animals to most people, because people can really suck sometimes.

    A Fuzzball loves music, ALL music ALL of the time. If she's not listening to it, then she's singing it.

    A Fuzzball has a mad love for all things British, especially their actors.

    A Fuzzball is blissfully happy in a bookstore, preferably one with good music playing in the background. If you look under a Fuzzball's bed you'll usually find an entire library of books that she has dropped there after falling asleep reading.

    Fuzzballs are usually incurable romantics, ridiculously optimistic, and bent on making the world a happier place.

    Your typical Fuzzball will probably have a completely bizarre sense of humor. Just go with it, it will take you to funny places.

    You should also be aware that Fuzzballs are giant nerds. Seriously. Science fiction, computers, the whole shebang.

    Fuzzballs are also budding photographers. They love looking at the world through a lens and finding new ways to be creative.

    Oh...and you can also look for a Fuzzball in one of the best movies ever made. ;)

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Comments

Kathy

Good for you! What a nice post. What you said about "trying to fight it sometimes" but always "spilling your guts" to your mom reminded me of my relationship with my mom. My husband had a heart-attack a few months ago and I immediately called my sister, asking if SHE would call my mom cuz I just couldn't. I put down the phone, composed myself and called my mom anyways.

SoozieQ

What a sweet post. I DO have a Mom like yours (thankgod, thankgod, THANKGOD) so I know exactly what you mean! I am so thankful every single waking moment of every single waking day to have her in my life. As a friend and as my Mom.

I hope your Mom reads your site or that you at least tell her what you wrote here.

She deserves to know what you think AS WELL as what an appreciative (wonderful) daughter she has :-)

The Golden Child

amen to the mother, and thanks for including me in the picture!

Fuzzball

Ooooookay here you go: The Golden Child

Cealie-lee

You know that I second everything you said about your darling little mama. She's pulled me through many a tough time, too. She's definitely the kind of mama I hope to be one day. I heart my Mama Manford!!

sister

our mom is pretty stinkin cute. that was a good post.

golden child, you need to quit your whining. granted, you were in bed with 105 degree fever at the time that picture was taken, but i still don't forgive you for making me feel bad for not using "voices" when reading the da vinci code outloud to you that day. i don't CARE that it was the one awkward part of the book. stay out of my way, or you'll pay. listen....to what i say.

The Golden Child

yeah so at least the police will have a template for any future mug shots

suburban misfit

How great! I wrote about *being* a mother over at my place today. Or was that yesterday?

Anyway, what a lovely post about your mom.

Fuzzball

Okay, okay, I'll be fair, here's a better picture of darling Brother: The Golden Child and sister

Mom

Okay, this is what I stayed up all night cleaning up poo-poo for; this is why I cry everytime something wonderful happens to my babies; this is why I start cleaning my hypothetical gun everytime someone is mean to you all; this is why I'm so proud of you all; this is why the moment you were born my life made sense and was complete (and even more so when Sister and Golden Child came along); this is why even though all three of you have a mom who still dances like a crazy women to Elton John and Abba you still like me; this is what life is all about -- loving even though we are not perfect. Thank you, my first baby, for the kind words.

SuzanH

Oh, I love your mom! I'm so glad you have someone you can talk to and be with and work with.

But I'm sorry you're having crapfest. That does blow.

And thanks for the compliment--I hope G realizes how lucky she is! (HA!)

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