Mother's Day

My mom is awesome. Period. I love her and am glad to be slowly turning into her. With some additional neuroses.

She may be confusing at times.
Mom: "No, I don't want any presents, but there's a necklace at this store for this price and this is what it looks like, so...."

She may come up with interesting nicknames for me.
Mom: "Hopeless! Get down here!"
Me: "Mom, did you give me the middle name Hope so you could call me that? Or is it a side benefit?"

Mom, about to hang up with me cause she's tired of talking:"Ok, boo boo. Talk to you later."

She may have crazy advice sometimes.
Mom: "I read an article about a guy who only owns what can fit on his back and he just sublets apartments in New York while pursuing his acting career.  YOU SHOULD DO THAT!"

She may be a little too protective.
Mom: "Hey, you want me to go to your doctors appointment with you?"
 
She has the neatest sayings.
Me: "I have a problem....complain, complain, complain."
Mom: "It is what it is, Lauren. It is what it is."

Me:  "This person is driving me crazy!"
Mom: "You can't change people.  Only how you deal with them. But, yeah.  That person's a jerk."

She comes up with the greatest schemes.
Mom: "Ok, your 31st birthday is the 15th and we want to go to Ohio.  Let's drive to Savannah on your birthday, stay over and explore the city then drive to Grandma's house. Sound like a plan?"

Mom: "Ok, we're going on a trip to Scotland next year.  Figure it out."

She's my mom, and I love her.