As American as...

So yesterday was a pretty fabulous day considering I didn’t really do anything special. I went over to my mom’s house pretty early and we had lunch, then we went shopping for a bit to the fruit market, to the water store, to Wal-Mart, and somewhere else that I can’t remember right at this moment. (my memory is shot today, perhaps lack of sleep, or maybe lack of alcohol, couldn’t be too much cause I haven’t had any since last week) anyway what was I talking about? Oh yeah so I went out with my mom and then we came back and watched the notebook. I thought I had seen the movie before everyone kept telling me I would love this movie and I was like y’all are insane ’cause I thought that it sucked. I don’t know what movie I was thinking of but it definitely wasn’t this one. I fell in love with it. A woman’s plight between propriety and love. Does she stay with stability or take a chance on amour. My heart went out to this movie and I found myself crying through most of the second half. A woman loved so much by two men, being torn in two by an earth shattering decision. I felt her pain do you do what’s right for everyone else or what’s right for you? And then there was the story of the older couple, my god that is devotion. I hope to be loved like that in my lifetime that nothing, not even me forgetting my love, can shake his faith in me. I cried to the point of sobbing with this movie, perhaps its cause I was a little on edge this weekend, waiting for something that never came and wondering why it hadn’t; perhaps its because I saw myself in her fabulous shoes but that movie definitely ranks up there with my favorites now. So… what else did I do? I had some awesome watermelon, I can’t remember the last time I had watermelon like this, it was sweet and red and so juicy it dripped down my chin with every bite, I felt like I was six again. Sitting there in my momma’s kitchen wearing pigtails covered in watermelon juice. And then I got to be Betty Crocker, my mom had a sweet tooth and a shitload of apples, so I got to bake apple pies. Why when this woman gets a sweet tooth I end up baking I may never know, she even told me that she’s gonna have me make some biscotti when she gets back. Not asked me to make some, told me I would.

My mother will be out of town for the next … I dunno lot of days. She gets back on the ninth. It is my responsibility to go and check on my brother and my father and make sure that 1. They have not starved to death, 2. That they have not trashed the house and, 3. That they at least pretended to be responsible and feed the damn dogs. I have no problem with checking on the dogs and the house, but the Leos are far from incompetent, I do not want to have to cook two dinners a night, and it is about time that they grow up considering one is 45 and the other is almost 23, (24? How old am I again?) also I think she should have put a more reliable person in charge of these two cause lets face it I’m not the brightest crayon in the box. But she is my momma and she asked me to do it so I will. Just like I do everything else she asks me, just like she does for my grandma, and just like she did for hers. Damn it sucks being the youngest daughter in this family; remind me not to treat my daughter like a servant when I have one. Ok so I don’t actually feel like a servant I know I have the right to say no to anything, but I don’t because she’s my mother, and sometimes it seems like I’m the only one who is willing and able to help her out, she does so much for everyone, and has done so much for me, that baking a couple pies and cooking a few dinners for the worlds most ungrateful, picky people is not that big of a deal.