So today is BF's birthday.

At lunch I am going to call his mother and remind her to call him. This seems to be necessary judging from the past 2 birthdays. When I first met hiim it was like a week after his birthday, he was complaining that his mother didn't call him. She only called that day because she wanted to make sure she would get a Mother's Day card. He didn't send her one, he doesn't send cards. I think she just forgets, which I don't blame her for, no one remembers hers. Last year we didn't hear from her either. His Grandma sends him cards, he did get one yesterday. It was really cute. I enjoy his family. I just wish they were closer.

I also still have to find a birthday present. I have $50, I found my Christmas money I had stashed away for a rainy day. I guess today it's pouring. I am thinking about going to get Saw 4, and maybe something else. Not sure. Maybe I will venture to Target. That way I can get a card or something as well.

Last night I called my mother, we talked for about 45 min. At the end of the conversation my mom said "I really enjoyed talking to you." It was odd because we talk all the time. Well I guess not as much anymore, but at least once a week for a couple minutes. It tugged at my heart a little too, like maybe making me aware of how much my mother and I have grown apart. We used to be so close. I am not sure what caused this seperation, but life takes you places and you grow from the ones you love. For a split second I was thinking about what it would be like to move home. I am only 4 hours away, but where I grew up is another planet. I think the distance between us, and having 2 seperate lives that don't often meet is the problem. Before college, while I was still in high school, my mom and I did everything together.

By the end of my senior year I was over everything. I could care less about the partying, I wanted to spend time with my family. I think because I realized I was moving away to college soon. And while moving away only meant a 4 hour drive, it was a different life. Not one where I could just knock on my moms door and ask a question, or just go to the grocery store with her. And I find the phone to be my least favorite form of communication. I hate talking on the phone. Anyone that knows me should know that I rarely answer my phone. I hate it. But while it is necessary, I just choose not to pick it up and call when I need my mom to listen.  I don't know where I am going with this, I guess I just miss living at home, even though I probably would hate it now. I miss the old days.

I found out last night that my sister is going to Cancun with my grandparents on the 11th. This is a normal family thing, Cancun in May, but I didn't think anyone was going because we are all going to Italy May 23rd. But no, my mother informed me last night that my grandparents and a couple cousins, and my sister are still going. They will get back on May 20th, I have a cousing graduating on May 23rd, then we all hop on the plane late night the same day and go to Italy. We chuckled at my grandparents, they are millionaires, you would never know it by looking at them, so they just do what they feel like. It's funny, because my grandparents live in my hometown still, and still have the family business which will never die where I am from. Yet, they shop at the secondhand store, and my grandfather duct tapes his shoes when they start to wear.  That's what I want to be like. Have money to be comfortable, but spend it on lavish vacations, not clothes and cars. Why not, it seems more fun that way. Plus, they know you can't take material things with you when you die, but memories can be passed down forever.

I guess its the family way, buy secondhand and make memories with the change.