mom's day cometh

Our party went splendidly, even if it was a bit crowded. The plan was simple: invite your friends to come over and play games on the last day of exams. 19 people showed up to our tiny house.
Good thing I made the bean dip.

Am home for mother's day. the gift: painting pottery together and then lunch at a French bistro. I have to be a great daughter, all the sons are either too young or too evil (you DONT want to know...)

One thing I always think after talking too long to my mom: gee, and I thought my childhood was strange. The things I learned today were disturbing to say the least. I certainly look at my grandparents in a whole new light. But I think I'm told these things to inspire my sympathies towards my mom and her mistakes. It just doesn't work, and I feel a little heartless. She refuses to accept that I am always going to think that people make decisions for themselves, they cannot blame everything on their home life. My mantra: suck it up and change things. It is not a popular one, here in the heartland of domestic disturbances...

- on 2003-05-08 at 6:24 p.m.

wilted - blooming