Why Are Mother's so Wishy Washy?

I'm still tryna figure my mama out. Sometimes I don't understand her thinking process.

She's call me from her job bcz she is at work on break, and as usual, I'm sittin around doin nothin. So we just have our usual conversation, and I tell her that one of my friends was planning a trip down to NC from Sept. 17th to Sept. 25th to see some of his friends. He was gettin six of us to go and one of the six is my my best friend, whom I am going on a cruise with in December (I'll get to that in a second). So gonna freak out, talkin bout she don't want me to go and we'll have to talk about it...I'm tryna handle the situation as an adult but this doesn't add up.

How is she gonna let me go OUT OF COUNTRY for 8 days, but is skeptical to let me go to NC, which is definitely a part of the US, and is for 9 days? It really doesn't make sense.

My mother is always like that. I'll do one thing, and then when I do something similar or the same thing again, she has a problem with it, especially when she knew about it the first time. She has expressed concern about the cruise but the fact of the matter is is that I'm still going (truthfully I'm not too thrilled to be going but thinking about it, I desperately need a vacation [I get two weeks vaca that I'm lookin forward to]).

I just had to vent.

Nine Month Anniversary [August 02, 2007]

This is my first official blog on blogger. I really don't have time for stuff like this. I don't even have time for fotki as much anymore. Well, not because of lack of time, but lack of energy. I may be anemic. Random thought of the day...moving on...

Well, it's actually 12:59 AM and my nine month anniversary was over about an hour ago. Ok, now it's 1:00 AM (I am a complete night owl). I am surprised at how much my babies have grown over the past nine months. The pic right here is my first day,

November 02, 2006. I would have started locing sooner but because I was living in my father's house, he didn't agree with the idea and I wouldn't have his support and I didn't really have the know how at the time to care for my hair. I had a TWA that I was still learning about and getting to know. So I just chilled, til about October when I moved back in with my mother and she supported me. She didn't try to sway my decision like my father did, and she let me do my own thing. And she loves my hair to this very day. She's always bugging me let her do it. But I guess I'm just nervous about letting her touch it, because still, I'm still learning about my locs, even nine months later.
Just a side view of my locs. I love my babies, but it's a LOVE/HATE relationship.

♥L.A.♥