the stuff taking up my brain space

Over the next few days I'll try to hit upon the things that have been wasting space in my brain over the last few non-blogging weeks.

Today I shall share more on my mother.

As background, last night I had a girls-night-out with a group of lovely friends...including RL friends Terin, Tonkelu and Mama McShortie who also reside in blog-land, and the other two read here but won't write ("hi" J and S!!!) We started with sangria and tapas, later moving to an outdoor concert of Jack's Mannequin and The Fray. Although many of us were disconcerted by the feeling that we might have given birth to members of Jack's Mannequin, it was a great night. But I digress.

At the concert there were two teenagers a few rows in front of us who were awkwardly hilarious. We mocked them mercilessly. She was gorgeous and exotic...too gorgeous for him. We figured he comes from money. He did not know where to put his hands but couldn't keep his hands off her. As Tonkelu said, her six-year-old son has smoother moves than this kid. And he was clearly sporting wood for his date most of the evening. We did not need to observe their grind-o-dance. Ugh.

(It's a WOOD house...hee hee.)

Anyhow, I updated my Facebook status from my phone to say: "Laggin wants to warn teenagers ... if you grope your date at a concert, the 'older' ladies behind you WILL mock you."

I ended up with many comments, including an old friend who commented, "or wish they were a teenager again." I responded saying, "Nah, I don't need a publicly excited boy trying to figure out where to put his hands. He's mortifying us because he's just a little TOO into her, in an embarrassing sort of way."

All kind of funny, right?

Then my mother piped up.

(May I have a collective sigh, please?)

Her comment on my status read, "Please verify the 'her' is not one of your girls!"

Yup, you've got that right. Mom is worried that Facebook will believe it was one of my daughters being groped at the concert. Good grief. I refused to verify anything for her and am just letting her worry over it. Puhl-eeze.

Facebook still thinks I'm a bastard and I'm ok with that.

Another one of those things that has been taking up my summer is funerals. A favorite great-uncle died last week. Eldest and I travelled up to my brother's place (he lives about 1.5 hours from where the funeral was). We spent the night with him and his two kids--he happened to have custody that week. Then the five of us drove to the funeral together. Bro and I both wanted to go because this man and his wife were very special to us when we were kids. This couple's kids and grand kids are still special to us.

After the funeral, my mom came over to Bro's car and said, "Thank you so much for coming. You put my cousins' kids to shame."

We drove off. I looked at Bro and said, "I didn't know it was a competition."

Could she be just a wee bit more consumed with what everyone else thinks of us?

At least I'm starting to find some sort of dark humor in it all.