In Which Amy Talks of Mother... (Myspace Blog)

My mother means well.

She and her husband (my stepfather) have a washer and dryer for me. They have had it for a while. It is sitting in their back yard, I suppose, since they are not using them anymore.

She has said they will bring them up for a month now. In the beginning, I was excited. I have lived in Las Cruces since 1995, and the only time my mother has ever come over was once when she picked up my sick sister, then came to pick up mi hija for a trip to her father's. She has never come to visit me.

Please do not misunderstand, I am not upset that I have to wait for the washer and dryer. When the time comes, it will happen. But I find it interesting that I am told that the road travels two ways... I may not travel it often, but I do travel it.

The truth is that I do not understand my mother. I am not here to bitch about her, and I'm not full of anger or angst. I just don't understand her. She is a Martian. She speaks a different language. Or, to be fair, maybe I'm the alien...

Yeah! I'M an alien! From the Pluto formerly known as a planet. And I have come to earth to take over the world. But don't worry, I am not a tyrant, or even a dictator. I am a benevolent ruler. Yeah. With a big crown. And jewels... shiny jewels that grab the light and throw it back at you.

That's Martian Amy to you...