I Am Turning Into My Mother


I am turning into my mother, but not in any of the good ways. My mom is smart, funny, good looking, caring…I could go on and on. Do I inherit any of that good stuff with my increasingly older age? Nope. I get the whole I can’t remember the names of people, places or things thing. I have proof in the conversation below.

The sad part is Jim is turning into my mother too. I don’t know how that happened, but it did. Read for yourself:

Me: You have to be careful with those kind of medications. You don’t want to end up like that guy in that movie.

Jim: What guy in what movie?

Me: You know…that guy. The mountain movie? What was it called? Back Door Mountain? No, that’s not it (snicker). The Broken Mountain? No…OMG!!! What is the name of that freakin movie?

Jim: Oh! I know what you are talking about: Back Break Mountain.

Me. No…no! That doesn’t sound right, what WAS it?

Jim: Oh yeah, it’s “Broke Back Mountain.” What was that actor’s name though? The one that died?

Me: Keith something.

Jim: Yeah, Keith Sutherland.

Me: No! That’s not it (laughing).

Jim You’re right. It was Heath. Heath Ledger!

Me: Yeah! That’s it. Anyway, you don’t want to end up like him.

Jim: No, I guess I don’t.

Yes, at 37 I have already lost my mind. It’s going to be a long, long trip into old age. I just hope there is ice cream. Lots and lots of ice cream.


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