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According to my site stats, there are a few more Mind Readers in the world – always a good thing.  (That, or my mom’s been logging in several times a day to manipulate the system and bolster my confidence.  Whatev.  I’ll take it.)

Speaking of Mi Madre, today I’d like to present to you…

 

Shit I Say to My Mom

(and ways she tries to be supportive/sound like she’s listening though she probably thinks her daughter is smoking drugs)*

 

The Un-Used Brain Portion

Me: Mom, do you ever feel like there’s a part of your brain you can’t use when you’re at work?

Madre: What do you mean?

Me: I just feel like there’s this area of my brain that’s constantly writing, manipulating words, re-arranging sentences, singing song lyrics…that I have to turn off to focus on work.

Madre: Well, I’ve always said you were a good writer.

Yeah not what I asked, Mom.

 

The Philosopher

Me: Mom, the other day when I got to work, I asked myself, Is this how I’m supposed to feel?  Is this what my life is supposed to feel like?  Am I supposed to think about work so much?

Madre: silence, listening (or probably not; she tunes my ramblings out often)

Me: Sometimes I feel like maybe I’m a philosopher.

Madre: ……………………(long pause)I could see that.

Could you see me being a rocket scientist, too, Mom?  Anything I set my mind to, right?

Finding My Voice

Madre: I read your blog this weekend.

Me: Did you?

Madre: Yeah, I think you do a good job.

Me: I think I’m funny.

Madre: You’re great at using words.

Me: I think I’m funny.

Madre: You obviously put a lot of work into it.

Me: Yeah, it’s really taken me a while to find my voice.  I honestly feel like I wasn’t truly able to express myself until, like, November [2010].  Blogging’s weird.  It’s a whole different animal than writing papers.  Writing for an audience – while remaining true to yourself – is tough.  It took me a while to figure out how to let my personality come through in my blog.

Madre: Well, I’ve always said you were a good writer.

Mom!  Little FEEDBACK, please!  How did I lose you?!  You were RIGHT HERE with me.  It was the ramble wasn’t it?  You tuned out and went on “you’re a good writer” auto-pilot.

And since I claim no real theme/genre/what-have-you for this corner of blogland, I’d now like to share a weekend breakfast I had last Sunday (and expect you to NOT think about how NOT smooth my transitions seem to be; I bet my mom thinks they’re stellar.)

Weekend Breakfast

(yeah, it’s Thursday)

    

No I’m not sick of this yet.

 

K off to the gym, peeps.

Stay warm out there!  Apparently another Snowmageddon is on its way!

 

Questions

What person do you tell those random, I-sound-like-a-crazy-person thoughts to?  And You have those thoughts, right?

*My mom is actually the coolest, most intelligent, most caring person I know.  I just like to pick on her.