My Mom

I don't have a picture of her right now, I'm at work, so you'll have to use your imagination.

*update* Lindsay supplied me with a photo of my mom

She is Italian and looks Italian. She has dark brown curly hair, although you'd just think it was wavy because she blows it out and it's short. My mom has the Italian nose and olive skin with dark eyes. Oh, I wish I had olive skin. She, like my grandma have the same skin, uber soft and velvety. She's short, about 5'4" and wears black about 85% of the time. She branches out with color more these days, but sometimes it's true, she just does look good in black. She's really pretty. I remember growing up when people would meet my mom, they would always tell me, wow, your mom is pretty.

She's smart and never talks about it. I know she's climbed her corporate ladder almost to the tippy top, although I can't give you details, because like I said she's very quiet about her achievements.

I inherited her fear of really anything remotely dangerous. Snowboarding, snowshoeing, rock climbing, driving, walking in the city. Ok, maybe not city walking, but seriously I'm a worry wort and she's a worry wort. I suppose it just comes with the territory. I fear the day we have a child and Scott teaches him/her to scale trees and houses and rocks. If if were up to me, I'd keep everyone I love in a bubble of Katy Love & protection.

I also inherited her love for the arts and rhythm. We're like soul sisters. I have this theory that I'd be a really good drummer. I don't think I've shared that with anyone but maybe Scott. I can drum along with the most complex songs with the greatest of ease. It's a hidden talent of mine and hers too. Sometimes we'll be driving down the road listening to, oh I don't know Prince for instance and I'll catch her thumbs tapping on the steering wheel and knees bobbing to seriously every drum beat in the song, with acute precision. We don't just do bass drum, we do snare and every other drum too. Like I said, hidden tallent. I've never said anything to her about it. I like to keep that sort of thing to myself. It makes me happy to feel like it's all mine.

She's also a great artist, although you'd never know. We're both very right brain/left brain. Artsy, yet we get crap done. She's a fantastic drawer and she can do a mean watercolor. My grandparents house was filled with her paintings.

My mom is coming into town this weekend too. She'll be here in a couple of hours. We'll probably eat Mexican food, get pedicures, go shopping, talk a lot, see a movie and hold hands. Lately, she's turning into my grandma. She's becoming a hand holder. I indulge her. She'll probably want to buy me stuff too. I'll indulge her. For her, you know, not me!

I loves my mom.