Mammona

In Italian, the term mammone translates to mamma's boy.  In fact, they even made a reality show this summer called Mammoni: Chi vuole sposare mio figlio? in which five or six mamma's boy (one of them a gay dancer I think . . . or was he a model?) meet (always accompanied by their mothers) a series of eligible bachelorettes.  In the finale they were supposed to either propose or break up, but I never saw it, so I assume they're all still living at home.

I may do my own laundry and live alone (with my loving grey kitty) but I think I would qualify as a mammona seeing as the first person I can in any instance - from flat tires to ingrown toe nails - is my mother.  Here are just a few things my mom is great at:

1.  Talking me down.  I'm not sure how many obscenities I was spewing this morning after some lady rear ended my two day old car (that's right, its' broken in now), but I'm sure glad my mom picked up her phone so only a few of them made it to the other driver.

2.  She makes me pancakes and eggs benedict and knows how to make the eggs taste good without running all over the good part.

3.  She still thinks she's not biased when it comes to her children - even though she very much is sometimes.

4.  She sends me pictures of cats whenever I ask for them.

5.  She's tried to learn Italian just because it's what I study.  Yesterday she got a compliment from a win bar on her pronunciation.  Go mom.

There are many more things, but the list would go on for too long if I did them all.  So, I'll finish with: she makes me funfetti cupcakes for my birthday every year and doesn't even make fun of the fact that I'm 30 and still want mom-made cupcakes with sprinkles on the frosting.