Mom always knows best...

Today I drove down to see my Mom. The traffic wasn't half as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, there was none on the way down there and only a little bit (due to a stalled car in the fast lane) on the way back.

I learned some new things about my Mom today. For example, on Monday mornings she goes to a homeless shelter and helps in the kitchen to prepare dinners that will be served to the homeless in her community. She's also attending the local community college. She's so far taken computer classes and just enrolled in the third level of her English classes. She also set up an email account and showed me all her favorite internet sites. She even logged on to the community college's website and showed me her grades!

Learning all this about her made me realize just how little credit I give my Mom. As far back as I can remember, I have always translated things for her and helped her attain anything she needed due to the language barrier. She has the equivalent of a 3rd grade education and never completed anything beyond that. Now here she is showing me just how much she's accomplished on her own. I'm really proud of her.

In the meantime, my nephew and niece are keeping her pretty darn busy, so for the moment, the focus of when her next grandchild will be born has been temporarily suspended! Phew! ;)


Unfortunately, I couldn't stay very long. My roommate Frannie missed me terribly and I wanted to assure her that I was indeed coming back.

Seriously, where the hell have you been?

This is the part where I grab a rolled up newspaper and beat myself. I left a pen, a comb, a toothbrush and a small bottle of lotion out. Yup, Frannie tried to eat them. I completely forgot Seana's warnings that Frannie will chew on those things if left out due to her separation anxiety.

"That'll teach ya, you big dummy!"

When the hell is my real Mom coming back?
You being my pseudo-Mom is getting pretty damn old.

I try not to acknowledge her when she does this, but it's really damn hard. Especially when she looks so sad sitting there. She's taken lately to laying by the front door. I assume she's anticipating Seana's return.

"Can you least give me another cookie?
Cookies always make things better!"




I also noticed that Seana is quite the wine connoisseur...


I know Seana told me I could help myself if I wanted a bottle, but
I just can't seem to muster up the courage to open one up.


"GASP! You better not open my Mom's
reserve 2003 Cabernet Sauvignon!
I'll maul you in your sleep if you do!"



"I'll be watching you!"