For god's sake, mom...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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This is a whine, not a rant, so it’s not going in the Pit.

Mr. Rilch went up to San Francisco today; a mutual friend of ours is moving to the Valley, and Mr. Rilch is helping him load the truck and drive down here. I was up late last night helping him pack, then had to get up at 5 to drive him to the airport. I came home, thinking I wouldn’t sleep, but the minute I lay down on the couch I was out. Opened my eyes at 11 and turned on the TV; it was on CNN. Saw an anchorpretty reporting from DC; found out that people have already begun assembling for the inauguration, and not all are there to cheer*. Called mom, the news junkie, to discuss this. Described my evening/morning, and said, “So I came home and basically died until just now.”

Long pause. “Don’t ever say that. It’s too close to the bone. Yes, I know what you meant, but don’t joke about that. Yadda yadda.”

Sigh. Do I have to weigh absolutely every word I say? Now granted, my cousin died two weeks ago, but she was elderly. And I did have a couple of seizures last fall, but if I was calling to tell her about that, I wouldn’t have started out talking about Dubya. She’s always been paranoid, but crimeny.

*Security is being told to screen entrants to the inauguration ceremonies for disruptive items, such as defamatory banners or cartons of eggs, as well as for lethal items like guns. Glad I’m not them, or the people they’re inspecting.

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NEVER remind your MOTHER about your mortality.

NEVER remind your MOTHER about your mortality.

NEVER remind your MOTHER about your mortality.

yes, some of us parental units are in denial and mentally ill about it.

now stop whining and be glad that your mother loves you.

I’m off to hug my 4 year old.
[sub]overprotective moms unite![/sub]

Dylan

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Oh, Dylan, I understand, and I know all parents worth their salt are like that. But I’m saying that my mom takes it too far to be sensible. When I was 17, I was driving back from Indiana to Illinois with some school mates. We passed a blazing car on the side of the highway. Shortly afterwards, we stopped and I called my mom to say, “If you see anything on the news about a burning car on the interstate, it’s not us.” Her reaction: “OMIGOD, why did you tell me that? Now I’m going to worry!” And so on. She doesn’t just worry, she worries about worrying. I just don’t think it’s healthy to project so much. Put it this way, another girl’s mom said, “Thanks for telling us: if I’d seen that on the news I would have freaked.” I was actually trying to stop my mom from getting a scare, not give her one.