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Mommy - yeys!
Aug. 10th, 2005 08:38 amHurrah, my mom is on her way to Seattle right now!
yay yay yay :D My mom rocks.
I still have to clean my bathroom so I can appear to be a functional adult.
It's hard to fake like you're a functional adult when you live in a climate where mold spreads faster than kudzu does in the south.
When I was a teenager, we were constantly at each others' throats. I think we were so much alike that she saw in me the traits that had made her unhappy at that age, and would get very frustrated that I was unhappy too. Then again, most people who grow up to be interesting are utterly miserable for most of high school. The weird ones are just not cut out to be teenagers...unless their weirdness is stealthy, like my sister's. She seemed pretty happy in high school.
Anyway, after I went away to college, my parents got cool so fast that I wondered if they were taking coolness classes, and if so, why the hell they couldn't have taken them while I still had to live with them. Now my mom and I are really good friends and talk on the phone every day. This is partly because she is so neurotic that she has to talk to her wayward left coast daughter every day, but also partly because we have fun every time we talk.
(I am friends with my dad too, but baseball friends, not tell-your-secrets friends. My dad is the kind of southern boy who thinks he doesn't have to tell us he loves us because we darn well ought to know; and he doesn't do sappy anyway.)
I'm taking time off from the day job so MomLady and I can run around. She has specifically asked to go see the hotties at the portal to the Holding Area. :) Plus, there's coffee there.
ETA: I do realize that not everyone has a mom like this, even though everyone deserves one. I am grateful all the time that she is so neat and that we became friends after my horrible adolescence. I hope that all my friends have someone like her, be it a blood relative or not.
yay yay yay :D My mom rocks.
I still have to clean my bathroom so I can appear to be a functional adult.
It's hard to fake like you're a functional adult when you live in a climate where mold spreads faster than kudzu does in the south.
When I was a teenager, we were constantly at each others' throats. I think we were so much alike that she saw in me the traits that had made her unhappy at that age, and would get very frustrated that I was unhappy too. Then again, most people who grow up to be interesting are utterly miserable for most of high school. The weird ones are just not cut out to be teenagers...unless their weirdness is stealthy, like my sister's. She seemed pretty happy in high school.
Anyway, after I went away to college, my parents got cool so fast that I wondered if they were taking coolness classes, and if so, why the hell they couldn't have taken them while I still had to live with them. Now my mom and I are really good friends and talk on the phone every day. This is partly because she is so neurotic that she has to talk to her wayward left coast daughter every day, but also partly because we have fun every time we talk.
(I am friends with my dad too, but baseball friends, not tell-your-secrets friends. My dad is the kind of southern boy who thinks he doesn't have to tell us he loves us because we darn well ought to know; and he doesn't do sappy anyway.)
I'm taking time off from the day job so MomLady and I can run around. She has specifically asked to go see the hotties at the portal to the Holding Area. :) Plus, there's coffee there.
ETA: I do realize that not everyone has a mom like this, even though everyone deserves one. I am grateful all the time that she is so neat and that we became friends after my horrible adolescence. I hope that all my friends have someone like her, be it a blood relative or not.
