Alright. So, I just wanted to share a brief synopsis of a conversation that my mom and I had earlier today (I'm sorry Mom, but I got to thinking about it, and it just had to be shared...)
The conversation began with her asking me how my week was. I tell her it was good, but busy... lots of hours spent away from home. I ask her how hers was. She tells me it was good, but busy... and she even began to get a bit sick towards the end of the week. She then asks me about what I did this weekend. I make the mistake of telling her that I spent a few hours at a tattoo shop waiting with our friend Rachel so she could get her nose pierced.
"Courtney, you have to be careful about where you spend your time."
My response to this:
"Yes", she says. "This last week there was a girl about your age who got in an accident and then got beat up by a bunch of girls in a gang .."
Again, my response:
"What? That doesn't even make sense. What does that have to do with a tattoo shop?"
"Courtney, you just have to make sure you are making good choices about where you spend your time... that's all. She was just driving home from hanging out with some friends and ended up in the hospital."
I say OK and keep the conversation moving..(mental note: don't drive late at night? stay away from girls who look like they might be in a gang?)
We talk about a few other important things such as: my hair color, my future dating possibilities, the difference between psychologists and counselors, severe autism, Caroline's future, our crazy family, and last but not least, this weeks episode of 'the office'.
And eventually our conversation comes full circle:
"Ok Courtney, so should I expect a ring in your nose sometime in the near future?" She asks me.
"Probably," I tell her.
"But you are just so pretty Courtney. I don't understand why you would want a metal thing in your nose.... But I guess if you feel like it will express your individuality, I can try to understand." And then, there's a pause.
"Do you have to go to a tattoo shop to get it pierced?" she asks.
I laugh and tell her yes.
AND I might even have to drive late at night, by myself, surrounded by Lord knows who (maybe girls in gangs) to get there...
oh the joy of messing with your mother...
(I love you mom:))