conversations with my mother

Sometimes talking with my mom is like talking with a very demanding phrase-generator machine on crack. Don't get me wrong; I love love love her. But sometimes I get kind of light-headed after conversations because I'm all out of breath trying to keep up with her.

For example, on Saturday I called her while I was doing laundry and we started talking about plane tickets and when I should try to schedule my flight home for Christmas. This is a snippet of what ensued.

Mom: Remember to let me know when you'll be flying in because you might fly in late at night because sometimes you don't have a choice you know and we'll pick you up at the airport if you're not with Tyler because I don't want you to to take a taxi if you are not with Tyler and then when you get in Daddy and I are going to take you to Tachibana because I know you like that and--
Me: Uh, okay, yeah, I'll let you know about the--
Mom: I want to order you some pork jerky, do you want some? Do you like that? Do you need yellow noodles?
Me: Uh--
Mom: OH!!!! VEEKY!!!!!!! Let me ask you! What is the name of that store? It begins with 'A.'
Me: Um...
Mom: You have a jacket from there.
Me: Oh, yeah, okay. Uhhh. [racking brain trying to think of jackets I've gotten] I really don't know...what does the jacket look like?
Mom: I don't know.
Me: What?
Mom: Blue. It's blue. It's a blue jacket.
Me: I don't have a blue jacket.
Mom: I know. I know.
Me: What?
Mom: It's in your closet. I'll just check.
Me: What?? What jacket??
Mom: I know. Okay. So this store. A-something. Aaaaaaa. Blue jacket. Aaaaaaa.

Apparently she also bought me a light sweater in Taiwan, and it's blueish yellowish greenish. It's like her brain is going so fast, she has no time to process any details before she's onto the thing 8 or 9 steps ahead. Would not at all be surprised if the sweater was actually, like, pink.

I can't wait to do the same thing to my kids in 25 years or so.