Thursday, September 29, 2005

the Odd thing with me
My mom is working with her nine brothers and sisters to plan my grandma’s 80th birthday. They started planning this over a year ago and have been making some pretty good progress, I suppose. You would think that 10 brothers and sisters could come together and pull this thing off, right? Well… they’re doing okay, but of course there are things like someone putting his/her share of the work off on another sibling and such other things.

My mom was originally responsible for doing the program and organizing the list of events to occur at the b-day party along with her baby brother (my uncle) Bryan. They were getting those things done when my Aunt Paula decided to give her younger sister (my mom) her job of sending out the invitations for around 150 people. So now my mom’s going about with her task and she’s rather impractical when it comes to things like this.

She scours across the city, shopping center to shopping center, searching and looking for the right Party City to provide her with the invitation paper she needs. One day she even spent 3 hours going to 2 locations; 15 minutes in one, 2 hours and about 45 minutes looking for and visiting the other. I reminded her that we live in a day where she should not have to waste more than 5 minutes of her time actually finding the location of the place she wishes to visit. “Come now, there’s the internet, the phone, and the phone book too if you need it, to aid you in these sorts of tasks,” I say to my enthusiastic, yet weary mother after her unproductive experience.

And then…

After she gets the wording just how she wants it to read and centered just right, I am asked which of three text colors I like best.

Mom: “Krystle! Which of these three do you think is the best? The black, the blue or the green?”

I look at them and decide that the green is tacky looking and the black was perhaps a bit plain. So I tell her I think the blue one is the best looking one and she replies,

“Yess, I agree the blue definitely goes well with the festive color scheme.”

*prints out more sheets*

“Krystle, wait a second, why is this blue text different from the one before?”

“I don’t know, did you change it by accident to a darker blue? Or did you change the print quality”? I ask in response.

“No, I just told it to print some more sheets.”

She asks me again after I’ve gone back to what was occupying my attention, “Which of these should I go with? The blue that I like won’t print and…”

“I say go with the darker blue, it’s better then the lighter one.” I thought I was settling the situation, but she starts up saying:

“Oh, nope, I don’t like the dark blue so I’ll just go with the black”.

“But didn’t you agree that black was plain?!” I say to her.

“Well, yes,” she says, “But the lighter blue that I like won’t print”.

I say after I feel I’m done with helping her on this decision, “And you’re always saying how finicky and picky I am.” I then instinctively back away from her to hear her response to my comment (she loves to exercise her motherly power of scariness at times).

“Well…,” she says, “I can do this however I like, thank you”.

You see that there? She always does this. She asks someone (mostly me) for their opinion/advice on a decision she’s trying to make when she can very well make it on her own, and winds up doing just that! My mom completely rejects all suggestions given in the end and only follows her own. It annoys me so. Oh, yes it does. However, what’s worse is the fact that I’m exactly that way too. =)



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