I discovered where some of my priorities lie yesterday - and today. I run out of paint - no problem, I'll just work in another medium until I get to the store. I run out of cat food - no problem, I've got ground turkey in the freezer. The cats will eat like kings. The batteries run out in the remote control to the tv - OH MY GOD, I'VE GOT TO GO NOW!!!!!

I know how that sounds - I'm not really a couch potato who sits in front of the tv all day. I just need the remote to set the timer to turn the tv off after I've fallen asleep...o.k., o.k....plus I like being able to surf through those channels without getting back up again...hehehehe.

I wish my book would hurry up and get here - I'm waiting for my copy of Grandmother's Secrets. It's about the psychology behind belly dancing as well as a bit of a how to.

Today was wholly different. I went with my mom to the Mennonite settlement, just outside of Scottsville Ky and the long simmering anger between us finally came to a head. I want it settled and I tried to do just that. She wasn't happy until we've gone around in verbal circles and I feel like I've been goaded into an argument. What began the saga was the fact that she kept hitting her brakes - hard enough to send me toward the windshield until the seatbelt caught me and nearly gave me whiplash. I kept quiet...until about the 3rd time when my frustration started to seep out a bit. Then she accused me of 'undermining' her and not letting her be herself. She went on and on about how I had continuously griped at her all day.

What?

Then the crap really hit the fan. I slipped. I let my anger get the best of me. She was yelling at me about how bad I was - how awful I am for trying to control her (what?? when??) and I'm not proud of what I did. I fell for the trap and started goading right back - and I pushed her. I pushed as I yelled, "How dare you even accuse me of that!" I slipped again and brought up the fact that she had done more of her share of hitting me as I was growing up.

That's when she accused me of being the reason she has a bad back. What do you say to a person who tells you that your very birth is the reason that they are miserable?

In the end, the only thing I was really sorry about was Pup. Poor guy, he didn't know what to think about the two yelling banshees that had replaced his people - and he tried his best to cheer us up but all that happened was that he got caught in the middle. I hated that.