Keep Me Like A Key I'm The Only One

Mother came up for a few days. It was her last spring break and she wanted to go somewhere. I don't know why. She's been on spring break for 22 years. It was nice in a way, she brought me food and bought me things. She is the only person that doesn't make me miss the company of others. Our personalities are so different, we have some things in common, enough to find things to do anyway. I just don't understand sometimes how she can be my mother. We went to IKEA where we spent most of our time in the childrens department where she picked out things I should buy my kids. She kept trying to get me to buy things for them now. I think she wants to be a grandma.

The passport company of america isn't on my best list right now. They need to figure things out better. "Let's pass a law so that you can't go to Mexico or Canada without a passport right before spring break. Oh great now we're working overtime and so many people are mad at us, wow what a great idea." I guess I shouldn't complain I did get my passport finally after trying to call them for 2 days and being on hold for 45 minutes. I was supposed to pay an extra 50 dollars, but I never got charged. Now I'm just more excited to go even though I have no money and I'm going to come back more broke than ever.

Our last day of class we talked about ice cream and got to try many different samples. Why can't all classes be this fun?

Comments

Anonymous said…

She does that to me too. She usually picks out baby clothes for my baby.

12:26 PM, March 22, 2007

Anonymous said…

since she love monica so much she wants to be around more babies. I wish she couldve been gone longer.

10:54 AM, March 24, 2007

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