Ok, so I was in a car wreck last week and tore up the front end of my brand new PT Cruiser and I found out in the process when I got arrested that my drivers license was suspended (plus I was riding dirty with expired tags -- not my fault; the bank in Georgia wouldn't send me my title to TN so I could get my tags here.) Now I've been forced to take a day off to ride to Atlanta with my sister (who is a police officer, go figure :) ) to get my tags and get my license reinstated. She is only driving me from Memphis to Nashville though. I have to spend the rest of the time in a car with my mother, who likes nothing better in the world than to bitch at her grown children about how disappointing we've turned out to be because we are SO sheltered (totally her own doing, but you won't hear her cop to it) that a lot of little stuff we don't know how to do until it becomes a big deal and then we have to turn to her for help.

I feel like I need to talk to a counselor about my mother. There are some days that I am just so MAD at her for being such a control freak (although to my horror, I see some of those same tendencies in myself, even though I try to brutally suppress them) that I don't feel capable of doing a lot of things at my age, which perversely boosts her ego because my siblings and me have to keep turning to her. The main reason I moved away from Nashville was to get away from her and her sphere of influence; yet with this one car wreck I find myself needing her help once again. I HATE IT!!!!

Oh well, that was my morning rant. Now that I have it out of my system, I can endure an 8-hour round trip with her. Needless to say, I will have my earbuds and my iPod ready to go so I can tune her out!