Patience is a virtue that I lack
So I found the new digital camera that I want to get for xmas. Half paid by me, the other half my mother. (my second time spending my entire bank account on a digital camera in 2 years. never again will I buy an HP product!) And waiting to get the digital camera has triggered some sort of crazy reaction in me that now has me feeling fired up, pissed off, and restless. Not b/c of the camera, that would be stupid. Maybe it's my mother coming home and the first thing she says is "You didn't bring the recylcing bins in." I reply, "Oh, I didn't see them." Then she asks "Did you do the dishes? Me: No
Mother: You didn't put your halloween costume away yet
Me: I know
Mother: Did you take your meds yet?
Me: No
nag nag nag. sometimes it seems that is all mother's do. And they tell you the same exact common sensical "adivce" over and over and over again. And then I say "you already told me that mom"
Mother: I like to repeat myself, I'm old, my memory's bad. Mother's get to repeat them selves, it's our job.
Me: *Huff* Just make sure you're memory isn't getting too bad. If you think you might be getting althezmers (i can't spell german) get tested
Mother: I'm not getting alztheimers
the worst is when she tries to talk to me in the car on the way to school. It's 7:15 in the morning. I'm wishing I was still lying, asleep, in my warm bed. She talks in a perky, enthusiastic manner. Finally now we've made a deal that she doesn't talk to me in the car ride to school in the mornings.
But i know despite her annoyances, (almost constant anxiety or some sort of uptightness yet she completely is loose in that she doesn't care what anyone thinks, but she comes off as really wierd sometimes, the way she motions with her hands when she talks to herself), she is an amazing mother who almost never gets mad at me and if she does she's over it in 5 minutes tops. She's the mother who has sacrificed so much so that my brother and I could have more. She is the mother who sang songs to me every night for practically the first decade of my life, even told a story if she wasn't too tired to think of one. She is the mother who's lap I sat on as she read to me. She is the mother who cleaned up the vomit that I left on the floor on Christmas Eve those twelve years ago, (and every other time I vomited, which was much more than I would have liked). She is the mother I can always talk to about anything I want to. She is the mother with terrific advice when I ask for it. She is the mother I will always love to infinity and beyond.
*exhales* K, not I feel better.
And another thing, (I know this is long),
It's like Jacob Tannenbaum said in Euro today, the more tired you are, the more likely you are to laugh uncontrollably. It all started when today in Euro Mr. Nogowski was talking about the story of the Dutch boy who put his finger in the dike. And then Jacob snickered. And then we all laughed, at at Jacob. And then Mr. Nogowski said "it's like the story about George Washington, and Jacob said "oh no, you had to relate it to George Washington" and once again began to laugh. He couldn't control himself at all and left the classroom in order to compose himself.
Later, Jackie and I are doing the Service Club board. Both of us being tired and both of us being ourselves, we started laughing uncontrollably at the strangest things. It was cool though, because we were there until 5:15 and the floor was so silent, but for the few janitors cleaning, you whispered reflexively. (It is one hot service club board). (The little yellow things are not slugs, but are cornicopias. And the big brown ting in the center, that is a turkey). Having kickboxing at 6:15, we went from school to Bill Grey's for dinner. There we sat on the same side of the table so we could watch the heetah's on the TV, sharing dinner and a drink, oh how romantic it was. And we were observing this one couple sitting at another table, a guy and a girl. They looked like high schoolers, younger than us. We were trying to figure out if they were dating or not, and in the end we decided they weren't b/c the girl seemed totally uninterested in the guy and there were no touchy feely moments. Although we think the girl caught us staring at her once >_> And then there was an elderly couple in the table next to us, both dressed all in white. Out of the corner of her eye, Jackie thought the old man was a giant white llama. That had us laughing for quite a while, and I almost had to piss my pants. I love that total, uncontrollable, random laughter, when you feel like you're drugged and you start falling all over the place. It's the best thing really.
Mother: You didn't put your halloween costume away yet
Me: I know
Mother: Did you take your meds yet?
Me: No
nag nag nag. sometimes it seems that is all mother's do. And they tell you the same exact common sensical "adivce" over and over and over again. And then I say "you already told me that mom"
Mother: I like to repeat myself, I'm old, my memory's bad. Mother's get to repeat them selves, it's our job.
Me: *Huff* Just make sure you're memory isn't getting too bad. If you think you might be getting althezmers (i can't spell german) get tested
Mother: I'm not getting alztheimers
the worst is when she tries to talk to me in the car on the way to school. It's 7:15 in the morning. I'm wishing I was still lying, asleep, in my warm bed. She talks in a perky, enthusiastic manner. Finally now we've made a deal that she doesn't talk to me in the car ride to school in the mornings.
But i know despite her annoyances, (almost constant anxiety or some sort of uptightness yet she completely is loose in that she doesn't care what anyone thinks, but she comes off as really wierd sometimes, the way she motions with her hands when she talks to herself), she is an amazing mother who almost never gets mad at me and if she does she's over it in 5 minutes tops. She's the mother who has sacrificed so much so that my brother and I could have more. She is the mother who sang songs to me every night for practically the first decade of my life, even told a story if she wasn't too tired to think of one. She is the mother who's lap I sat on as she read to me. She is the mother who cleaned up the vomit that I left on the floor on Christmas Eve those twelve years ago, (and every other time I vomited, which was much more than I would have liked). She is the mother I can always talk to about anything I want to. She is the mother with terrific advice when I ask for it. She is the mother I will always love to infinity and beyond.
*exhales* K, not I feel better.
And another thing, (I know this is long),
It's like Jacob Tannenbaum said in Euro today, the more tired you are, the more likely you are to laugh uncontrollably. It all started when today in Euro Mr. Nogowski was talking about the story of the Dutch boy who put his finger in the dike. And then Jacob snickered. And then we all laughed, at at Jacob. And then Mr. Nogowski said "it's like the story about George Washington, and Jacob said "oh no, you had to relate it to George Washington" and once again began to laugh. He couldn't control himself at all and left the classroom in order to compose himself.
Later, Jackie and I are doing the Service Club board. Both of us being tired and both of us being ourselves, we started laughing uncontrollably at the strangest things. It was cool though, because we were there until 5:15 and the floor was so silent, but for the few janitors cleaning, you whispered reflexively. (It is one hot service club board). (The little yellow things are not slugs, but are cornicopias. And the big brown ting in the center, that is a turkey). Having kickboxing at 6:15, we went from school to Bill Grey's for dinner. There we sat on the same side of the table so we could watch the heetah's on the TV, sharing dinner and a drink, oh how romantic it was. And we were observing this one couple sitting at another table, a guy and a girl. They looked like high schoolers, younger than us. We were trying to figure out if they were dating or not, and in the end we decided they weren't b/c the girl seemed totally uninterested in the guy and there were no touchy feely moments. Although we think the girl caught us staring at her once >_> And then there was an elderly couple in the table next to us, both dressed all in white. Out of the corner of her eye, Jackie thought the old man was a giant white llama. That had us laughing for quite a while, and I almost had to piss my pants. I love that total, uncontrollable, random laughter, when you feel like you're drugged and you start falling all over the place. It's the best thing really.