My Mother/My Self

I love my mother. I've always loved my mother. Did I always like her? Well.....sometimes it was difficult and I am sure, at times, I wasn't all that likeable either, but we've seemed to redefine our roles as mother/daughter and now we're great friends. I enjoy talking to my mother. She lives in California - and I KNOW she's freaking out right now that I've let the whole world (internet) know where she's located. I live in NY - again, freaking out. We usually talk once a week. I wish we lived closer or at least, we could go to CA more often. I like it there.
I recently told my mother about this blog.
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She read it, thought it was cute but then, as I knew she would, she WARNED me of the dangers of all my information being out there on the internet for every creepy, crawly identity stealer to see (insert demonic laugh here)
Mom, I love you. I said it here on my blog for ALL THE WORLD TO SEE (and steal), and I have to tell you something. I think you may worry a little too much. Why do I say that.....because after you WARNED me, you called back 5 minutes later to tell me about some guy who owned some restaurant and had some blog said something about someone at said restaurant and he got fired.
Mom, I appreciate your concern for me, but I'm 40. If I want to drive around on the 4th of July with my windows open, I'm going to. I know you told me not to because someone could throw a firecracker in the car, but I don't care. It's July and it's HOT!
If I want to use the middle dressing room instead of the corner one where no one can steal my packages, I'm going to.
If I want to go to the movies and put my coat and bag on the chair next to me I'm going to, and you know what.....I may not even keep my hand on them through the whole movie!
Mom, when I drive I don't always leave 2 car lengths between me and the car in front of me at a stop light. I usually crawl right up behind them. If they stall and I'm stuck right behind them, I'll just have to deal with it.
Guess what...sometimes I actually talk while eating fish. Haven't choked on a bone yet.
I even use the FRONT burners on the stove!!!!
And please tell me, how do you keep your handbag AND your napkin on your lap in a restaruant???
I think it all started when I was a kid and you told me not to cross my eyes because if time stops, they'll stay that way. Did you know that I used to go down to the basement and cross my eyes like a mad woman because we didn't have any clocks down there. It was my "safe" place.
Mom, I've been doing all these CRAZY things and I've made it to 40 with only a few broken bones.
Life is an adventure. Enjoy it.
Mom, I love you.
Kerry, who lives in NY (just had to get that in)