Friday, September 09, 2005

I think I am still living, therefore I am...or not

13 1/2 hours of driving and I am finally home. Unfortunately, I am fairly comatose, so I am fairly certain that this post will be nothing greater than the drool oozing from my lips as I attempt to type this.

My visit with my mother was fantastic. Neither of us has spent that much time just doing things together. I am saddened only slightly that it has taken 41 years for us to do so. I cooked a dish my grandmother used to make for us with my mother. She hadn't had it since before her mother passed away in 1998, and she couldn't even remember how long before that.

She took me shopping for my birthday (belated) and we must have hit the motherload of all sales. I now know where I inherited my passion for shopping. I also noted that I inherited my mother's feet and a few other traits that I blamed on self abuse (no, not masturbation - hell that cures a lot of things).

We even found time to sit down and enjoy a couple of movies together. I wish I had spent more times with my mother like this last week during other parts of my life. My mother is a cool lady, and I love her. Yes, I have told her so - many times. But, don't get any ideas that this makes me a "mama's boy." I'll kick yer ass for that. (Yeah, right)

Now, I need to pass out. I think the ground has finally stopped moving.

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

Welcome back! Glad to see things went well with your mother. I know my mom and I get along, but extended trips is not part of our agenda. I think we are just too much alike to completely understand each other. However, I am happy you had a good time. 13.5 hours of driving? You must have a sickness. Sleep it off!

6:12 AM  

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