My mother is a believer in the down-to-earth, whereas my head is up in the clouds - floating amongst the stars.
My mom... she's a weird person. We have a pair of squirrels in our backyard. The dogs bark at them all the time. When my little brother spotted them carrying tiny baby squirrels in their mouths, my mom's response was: "Baby squirrels? I want eight!"
To which I responded: "Well I want a pet quail, but we can't all have what we want."
I really do want a pet quail. They're so cute!
She also always thinks she's right. She usually is, but that doesn't mean she needs to be encouraged.
So when I tell her about my Ships - Jisbon - she tries to tell me that the things on the screen and in the books that I read are not real. Well guess what?! I don't care! They feel real to me! But I'll get into that later.
Let me tell you a story about my mother. She's very weird. She likes to think she's normal (and funny), but she's not (really).
There I was, sitting in my bed, watching The Mentalist and napping in between like I do - when my mom walks in and sits down on the bed. "What are you doing?" she asks, wiggling and smiling mysteriously. She's very weird.
"Um, nothing," I say. "Why?"
She lays down on my bed, settling down comfortably. "I can take a nap with you."
"No, that's okay," I say, wriggling away from her.
"Come on!" she smiles, reaching for my legs, "We'll take a nap!"
"Mom! Stop it!"
She grabs me by the legs and starts pulling me toward her. "Come on!" She's laughing while I try to push her away while my feet are under the covers.
"Mom," I laugh, "Stop it! Go away!"
She tried to wrestle me out of my bed for five minutes - I couldn't get her out of my bed or my room until she left voluntarily. She's a weird lady.
