"...Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ's Achilles heel. While they are capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and are willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that make them so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead them in interpersonal situations. 
This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense..."

"...The emotions of an INTJ are hard to read, and neither male nor female INTJ is apt to express emotional reactions. At times, both will seem cold, reserved, and unresponsive, while in fact INTJs are almost hypersensitive to signals of rejection from those for whom they care..."

And this, apparently, is how you are supposed to "deal" with these insane INTJs:

1. Be willing to back up your statements with facts - or at least some pretty sound reasoning.
2. Don't expect them to respect you or your viewpoints just because you say so. INTJ respect must be earned.
3. Be willing to concede when you are wrong. The average INTJ respects the truth over being "right". Withdraw your erroneous comment and admit your mistake and they will see you as a very reasonable person. Stick to erroneous comments and they will think you are an irrational idiot and treat everything you say as being questionable.
4. Try not to be repetitive. It annoys them.
5. Do not feed them a line of bull.
6. Expect debate. INTJs like to tear ideas apart and prove their worthiness. They will even argue a point they don't actually support for the sake of argument.
7. Do not mistake the strength of your conviction with the strength of your argument. INTJs do not need to believe in a position to argue it or argue it well. Therefore, it will take more than fervor to sway them.
8. Do not be surprised at sarcasm.
9. Remember that INTJs believe in workable solutions. They are extremely open-minded to possibilities, but they will quickly discard any idea that is unfeasible. INTJ open-mindedness means that they are willing to have a go at an idea by trying to pull it apart. This horrifies people who expect oohs and ahhs and reverence. The ultimate INTJ insult to an idea is to ignore it, because that means it's not even interesting enough to deconstruct.
   This also means that they will not just accept any viewpoint that is presented to them. The bottom line is "Does it work?" - end discussion.
10. Do not expect INTJs to actually care about how you view them. They already know that they are arrogant bastards with a morbid sense of humor. Telling them the obvious accomplishes nothing.

"loner, more interested in intellectual pursuits than relationships or family, not very altruistic, not very complimentary, would rather be friendless than jobless, observer, values solitude, perfectionist, detached, private, not much fun, hidden, skeptical, does not tend to like most people, socially uncomfortable, not physically affectionate, unhappy, does not talk about feelings, hard to impress, analytical, likes esoteric things, tends to be pessimistic, not spontaneous, prone to discontentment, guarded, does not think they are weird but others do, responsible, can be insensitive or ambivalent to the misfortunes of others, orderly, clean, organized, familiar with darkside, tends not to value organized religion, suspicious of others, can be lonely, rarely shows anger, punctual, finisher, prepared."

This is just depressing. And the sad thing is that pretty much all of it is true. 

Urgh...

Oh God. My vacation is over. 

*inconsolable sobbing*

...I'm okay, really. Just...reluctant to face the upcoming year. I know I'm supposed to be excited and happy that it's my senior year, but to be honest I just feel stressed. Really stressed. I can feel my obsessive-compulsive, neurotic side getting itself all worked up over everything I should be doing- I hate being like that. School definitely brings out the worst in me. 

 People are so funny. Especially when they aren't trying to be.

Because of this huge thunderstorm (which I loved, by the way) the power went out while I was at work today. HT has a generator, but it's only enough to keep the freezers and cash registers working. Everything else goes down.

It was the most fun I've had at work in a while. First they sent me and this other cashier back into the aisles with a flashlight to "check on" the customers. I think we were supposed to help them find what they were looking for in the dark. But when I asked a customer if they needed to use my flashlight, they all just looked at me strangely. So we ended up just wandering around the store in the dark. 

Which doesn't sound that fun, now that I think about it. Unless I take into account what I'd normally be doing...then it sounds pretty amazing. 

Eventually we happened to meet one of the store managers in front of the meat, who was for some reason pushing a kid's shopping cart around the back of the store...
Store Manager: "What are you two doing back here?" 
*we stop and stare and him. I start thinking of what to say.*
Me: "We were-"
Other Cashier: "We were guarding the meat." 
*SM and I stare at OC. OC smiles.*
Me: "...yeah. We were...guarding the meat?"
*SM stares at the two of us, than abruptly relaxes and grins. We all grin nervously at each other.*
SM: "Good thinking! We wouldn't want anyone to steal our meat, now would we? Especially since the security cameras aren't working..."
OC: "They aren't? Haha, Kelsey, we should totally take some stuff. No one would know!"
Me: "That would work- except for how you said that right in front of him. Now he'd suspect you."
*I point at SM, who nods.*
SM: "She's right. Now I know to be watching you."
OC: "haha..."
Me: "haha..."
SM: "..."
*silence.*
OC: "How about we just guard the meat?"
SM: "I only need one of you to guard it. So one of you can stay behind, and-"
Me: "I'll let you guard the meat. OK? Bye!"
*I walk away from OC and SM.*
SM: "Hey, wait!"
Me: "...yes?"
SM: "You can guard the beer."

I don't understand it. Do they expect packs of  looters to descend upon their store as soon as the power goes out? And who in their right mind tries to steal beer? It's so obvious. Even if they were going to try and steal some booze, how am I supposed to tell the difference between someone who will buy their beer and someone who's going to walk out of the store without paying for it? Maybe if they tried to stick a bottle down their shirt I could assume things, but otherwise...am I supposed to tackle anyone who picks up some beer? 

So what I ended up doing was strolling around the beer and wine aisles for 30 minutes. Customers did come and take beer- who know if they paid for it. Personally, I don't really care whether they steal it or not. If I saw them, sure. I'd report them. But it's not worth me attempting to act like some human security camera. 

Some people are hilarious.

I HATE summer homework! It's so unfair!!!!!

Anyway...yeah. I've been trying to read my 20th century book assignment for like, the past month. I'm about halfway through, which is good. But it's so torturous to read that I don't think I can make it all the way to the end! And even if I do somehow manage to finish the wretched thing, I still have an assignment to do! Argh!

I ended up with this book (The Search for Modern China) because my dad happened to already have it. Lucky me, right? 

No. I am not lucky. SFMC is like 800 pages long!! And the pages are really large, with tiny print. Honestly, I'm a pretty fast reader. But it takes me like half an hour to read 15 pages. It's insanity, I tell you!

I've gotten into the habit of reading SFMC right before I go to bed at night. It does a really great job of putting me to sleep. I used to try and read it during the day, but I would always end up taking a nap instead. It's that bad. Even when I didn't feel tired, as soon as I picked up SFMC I would think longingly of sleep. 

On a brighter note, guess what kind of bookmark I'm using? It's a panda bear! I thought that was really fitting.

Ahem. I'm glad I got that out of my system.

Although it didn't make me feel as good as I thought it would...

Me: "Hi, how are you?"
Customer: "Good...very good..."
*groceries are scanned- the total comes to around $35.00*
Me: "So your total is $34.47."
*Customer pulls out a purple velvet pouch with yellow ties and sets it on the counter. The bag clinks ominously.*
Me: "Um..."
Customer: *grins* "I'm going to pay for this in change!"
Me: *eye twitches*
Customer: "You can help me count if you want to."
*Customer dumps a gigantic pile of change on the counter and begins to count out $34.47. I stare at him for a moment, then sigh and start making groups of four quarters.*
-----
Me: *scanning groceries. One woman is buying the latest issue of People. I glance at the front and raise my eyebrows* "Did you see this?"
Woman: "Um...no?"
Me: *shoving the magazine in her face* "Look what it says? Man gets pregnant and has baby. That doesn't make any sense!"
Woman: *nodding slightly* No...I guess it doesn't..."
Me: "I mean, men can't have children so that can't be true, right? But it's in People...which isn't a tabloid so..." *staring at the magazine* "What do you think?"
Woman: *silent*
Me: "Hmm..." *realizes I'm at work* "Oh sorry! I spaced out for a second..." *rushes to finish scanning her groceries*
Woman: *looks at magazine cover* 
-----
Fellow cashier: "Well a few days ago my throat was sore, but now I just have a stuffy nose. I think it got worse since yesterday- I went to the Tom Petty concert so I was up late..." *looks at me expectantly*
Me: "Hm...Tom Petty...who's that? *frowns in concentration* "Oh! Right, right, I know who you're talking about. I don't like them."
*awkward silence. I feel responsible for creating said silence and so desperately try to think of something-anything- to talk about.*
Me: *attempting to sound sympathetic* "Anyway...I'm sorry you're sick-it sucks to be sick and have to go to work, doesn't it?"
Fellow cashier: *nods suspiciously.*
Me: *rambling* Yeah, a lot of times I have a hard time deciding whether I'm too sick to go to work or not. I know I can't stay home with just a cold, but what about if I have a fever or laryngitus or I'm throwing up? I always hate it when people come in to work with the flu or something like that- if I was a customer I wouldn't want them handling all my groceries! But maybe they've used up all their sick days...I  remember this one time I had a migrane at work and when one of the managers asked what was wrong and I told him, he just walked away! He didn't even ask if I was okay..." *trails off and eyes fellow cashier- surely he has something he can add to this conversation!*
Fellow Cashier: "I get migranes sometimes."
Me: "You understand my pain then!"
Fellow Cashier: *looks excited* "Do you ever feel like there's a midget shit-kicking the back of your eyes?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Fellow Cashier: *still excited* "A midget shit-kicking the back of your eyes!"
*awkward silence. At least this time I don't feel responsible for it.*
Me: Umm...mine just sort of hurt....not really in the eyes region...nauseous sometimes..."
*Fellow Cashier nods in understanding*
Me: "Oh it's a customer! Hi, how are you?"
-----
Coupon Lady: "Excuse me miss, but could you do me a favor?"
Me: *confused* "...Sure?"
Coupon Lady: *takes out a box of Corn Puffs and a coupon* "Could you scan this and see if the coupon works with them?"
Me: "Alright, sure." *scans cereal and uses coupon* "It worked."
Coupon Lady: "Thank you!"
Me: "Your total is-"
Coupon Lady: "Oh no, I think you misunderstood me. I don't actually want to buy the Corn Puffs- I just wanted to make sure the coupon worked." *shrugs, looking embarrassed*
Me: "..."
Coupon Lady: "Sorry!"
Me: *tries to restrain anger* "I'll just void this off then..." *tries to void the cereal. tries and fails.*
Coupon Lady: *smiles sheepishly*
Me: *into microphone* "Customer service to register 5."
10 minutes later...
Coupon Lady: "Well, thanks for your help!"
Me: *grimaces* You're welcome!"
Coupon Lady: *walks away* "...You can keep the coupon if you want, ha ha ha!"
-----
 Old woman: *looks at the bagger at my register, who currently has his arm in a sling* "You poor boy! What happened to your arm?"
Bagger: "It's just a stress fracture. I'm fine!" *grins cheerfully*
Me: *Looking at his sling* "It must be harder to bag with only one hand..."
Bagger: "Not really! It's not hard at all!" *grins cheerfully*
Me: "Well...good. I know I would have trouble with only one hand."
Bagger: "The only thing I have trouble with is using the bathroom!" *grins cheerfully*
Old woman: "..."
Me: "..." *feverishly attempting to keep mind from thinking through why exactly it would be hard to use the bathroom with one hand*
Bagger: *grins cheerfully*
Old woman: "I-I hope you get well soon!" *scurries off*
Bagger: "Was that too much?" *grins cheerfully*
Me: "Just a little."
-----
Work can be very stressful.
 

What have I done today? Pretty much nothing, actually. 
Is that something write a journal entry about? To be honest, not really. 
So why am I bothering to do this? I have absolutely no idea.

I wanted to wake up early today- like maybe 8 or 9. I thought I could get a run it before it got too hot, and then I would make breakfast for my Dad and brother (I had promised I would.) It would be the beginning of a really great, really productive day. 

Who says I'm not optimistic? 

I vaguely remember waking up when my alarm went off (yeah, I was that desperate,) turning off the alarm, and laying back down in bed with my eyes closed. "It's best to wake up slowly," I thought to myself, " I'll just lay here a few minutes, then get up and go for a run..."

The next thing I remember is my Dad leaning over my bed, gently shaking me awake. I don't like being woken up, and I think I started grumbling at him. I know I tried to push him away, but couldn't because, inexplicably, one of my arms had gone numb. I guess I was laying on it or something...

I sat up and looked at the clock by my bed. 10:30. I groaned; of course I fell back asleep. How could I have trusted myself to believe that I would get up after I turned my alarm off? "Why didn't you wake me up?" I whined at my dad as I rolled out of bed. Never mind the fact that I hadn't asked him to get me up; and honestly there was no real pressing reason for me to get up. 

"I did get you up- I want that breakfast you promised!" I could hear him saying as I stumbled to the bathroom. As I passed my brother's room Eric added his complaints. "I'm huuungry! When's breakfast?" I could still hear them after I shut the bathroom door. 

I make the stupidest promises sometimes.

Oh! I'm so excited-I have not just one, but two things to write about! This is so great...I'm just going to stop and savor the moment...
...
...
...
OK. Enough of that. Get control, Kelsey. It really isn't all that exciting. No need for hysterics or exaggeration.

Today was practice graduation at the arena-and I had to drive myself down there by myself. It actually wasn't all that bad on the way there, although I was pretty nervous. You see, I take driving seriously. Really seriously. I do NOT want to die inside my stupid car for some stupid reason like I didn't wear my seatbelt or I wasn't paying attention. That would just be embarrassing. I get to heaven (or wherever I'm going) and people ask me how I died. What will I say? "Er...well, you see, I didn't think wearing a seatbelt would matter for that short of a trip...so...yeah." I don't want to die because of my stupidity. I want to die (if I must) doing something...I don't know...heroic. Like shoving a child out from in front of a bus, or dying for something I believe in. 

This is just morbid and sick. I don't want to die at all. But I will, sometime, so there's no point in skirting around the fact I guess...

OK, that was a huge tangent-back to what I was saying. I take driving seriously, so I'm consequently pretty stressed when I'm driving in an unfamiliar situation. I was fine on the way there, but not so much on the way back. In my defense, it's hard to maintain your cool when you're lost in the city in the middle of a torrential downpour, then lost on the highway, then lost in some random part of Charlotte that looks scary, then back on that same stupid highway that got you lost in the first place.

I made it home ok. Physically I'm fine. My mind though, will take longer to recover. 

While driving, I made two observations. 
#1: I have an amazing sense of direction. I had absolutely no idea where anything was, but by heading in what I thought was the right direction I managed to make it all the way back to my house! That just can't be dumb luck, not with the number of times I got lost...
#2: I've cursed before-who hasn't? But I think today was the first time I truly meant what I was saying. It was actually kind of scary. I'm just really glad no one could hear me...I wish I could forget what I said...

On to my second topic! Hurra! Hurra! (that's hooray in spanish, I think.)

This just popped into my head today, and I feel the need to write about it. So I will. I was watching an anime episode today, and some "emotional" and "serious" events started taking place (in the show, not in reality.) I was sitting there like "Oh no! Don't do that, you 
*@#%*@$!!!! You're so @&$*@#% dumb!!! Arghh!!"
Yeah, I got pretty worked up, but that's beside the point. It made me start thinking about why I cared so much. The characters in books, movies, and TV shows aren't real-why on earth would their fake problems matter to me? I thought up two possible explanations, and thought I would share them.

(yeah, more numbering)
#1: I think people become invested in these things to distract themselves from their own problems. When you see a character with the same issues as you, you feel a connection with them, and therefore care what happens to them. That character is like a mini you. And sometimes it's easier to "live" in one of these fake worlds, getting caught up in their problems, because in the back of your head you know that it isn't real. It's like having the thrill of living without actually having to do it.
#2: I think people become invested in these things because, ultimately, the stories are real. I think that the act of creation actually does make these things real. Everything exists somewhere, which means that these shows we watch and stories we read have as much validity as we do. Somewhere/when, all stories are/have/will happening/happened/happen. This idea is, to me, infinitely more disturbing than the first one.
#3: I could be wrong about both ideas. It's totally possible (and probably probable.) 

I dare you to guess which idea is the one I believe...

 Ok, so I'm laying in bed, trying to fall asleep. And I'm having a hard time,  (as usual.) During the school year falling asleep isn't a big problem-I have trouble enough getting a decent amount of sleep. But once summer rolls around, things get a lot more complicated. It turns out that exhaustion is what keeps that cogs in my mind from turning, and once that potent homework-related tiredness is taken away (after, say, a few days of restful summer vacation) I cannot sleep. I lay in bed and I can't stop thinking. I think about all sorts of things-about trivial things like my plans for the next day, and about deep philosophical things that I probably shouldn't ever attempt to think about, much less when it's 11 at night. I don't know if this happens to everyone-I'm guessing it does, to different degrees. Either way, it's just so frustrating! I want SLEEP. I'm sick and tired of all this thinking, all the time. And I've never found anything that works, that makes the thinking stop. I'm not even in control of my thoughts. They wander off on tangents constantly, leaving me behind and wondering how the hell anyone can be so strange as to think about stuff like that. 

Ugh. 

So-continuing with my story-I was laying in bed and all of a sudden I started thinking about my top 10 songs. I have no idea why I would even want to think about that, but...I really had no control over it. I stared at the ceiling for a bit, and soon I had my top 13 songs all planned out (I couldn't bring myself to throw out 3 of them.) 

Now I was wide awake-so I decided I might as well post my list so I could look back in a few years and laugh at my horrible taste in music. And here I am! What a waste of sleep time, right?

Criteria for song selection: 
     *It must be a song I have listened to for at least 3 months (I like songs less and less as time goes on)
     *It must be a song that I love in any mood-whether I'm angry or sad or happy or...anything else
     *...thats actually it. I thought I'd have more rules...but I don't!

Kelsey's Top Songs 
#13 The Scientist; Coldplay
Personally, I think Coldplay is overrated...yet I love this song. You see, there's this scientist-who fell in love! Or something like that, it's about love, etc, etc. Really good-makes me emotional.

#12 Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl; Broken Social Scene
I honestly am not sure why I love this song-it's lyrics are repetitive, the singer is really subpar, and there's not much of a melody. But because of all that, or maybe in spite of it this song is amazing. At risk of sounded too invested in the music, I think there's a sort of quiet desperation here that really speaks to me. Hmmm...that does sound like I care too much.

#11 Mad Season; Matchbox Twenty
This is a simple rock ballad-song-thing. I like to think that my taste in music is pretty varied and unique, but this song sort of proves me wrong. The chorus-just stupendous, really. I love to sit and wonder about what exactly a 'mad season' is. What would that be like? And who, really, doesn't like Matchbox Twenty. If you say you don't, I say you're in denial.

#10 Blackout; Asian Kung-Fu Generation
I don't understand a word of what these guys are saying, yet I still love this song. Imagine how much I would love it if I did know what they were saying! I think I like this song because it sounds similar to American music, yet something is different. I don't know what, and I can't explain it. So don't ask.

#9 The Great Escape; Patrick Watson
Very relaxing, very sad. It is so sad that when I've had a bad day I try to avoid this song- it makes me feel melancholy. but in a good way (if that's possible.) And I really like the singer's (Patrick, I guess) voice. Very emotive. Lyrics as well are deep and interesting-I feel like I can relate.

#8 So Low, So High; Maps
Yet another song with mediocre lyrics. Honestly, I don't really understand what they're saying at all, except when they say "you feel so low, then you feel so high." The reason I like this song is because of one thing- there's this part right before the chorus (or right after it, I'm not really sure) with this strange-sounding string section playing the same 5 or 6 notes over and over. I love that part. I could just sit there all day listening to those notes. Without that part, I would probably hate the song.

#7 Missed the Boat; Modest Mouse
Now this is the exact opposite of #8-I love this song because of one line- "Oh, and we carried it all so well/ As if we got a new postiion/Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell/ Saying yes, this is a fine promotion."  I'd like to think if I was sent to hell, that's what I would do. Laugh in the face of whoever sent me there.

#6 The Modern Leper; Frightened Rabbit
Really great lyrics, really great music. I especially like that they use the word "masochist" in a song...bonus points there. 

#5 Wind; Akeboshi
This song makes me sad and happy at the same time. Anything that is capable of doing that is, in my opinion, a masterpiece. 

#4 Hide and Seek; Imogen Heap
I love this song!!! I could totally sit all day and sing it to myself (except for the really high parts, I can't go there.) I'm amazed at how good this song is-without any music, too. 

#3 The Sound of Settling; Death Cab for Cutie
My only complaint about this song is that I wish it was longer (wow, that sounds trite.) I really feel like I can relate to it- I would think anyone could. Well, I'm the kind of person who would settle for less-because of fear, or embaressment, or low confidence, or whatever. And this song tells me not to! Its great advice in a musical package-what more could you want?

#2 All these Things That I've Done; The Killers
I don't really understand the lyrics to this song-"I've got soul/but I'm not a soldier"-what?? But that doesn't matter at all-the music is so GOOD. I think, if this makes any sense, that it's the feeling of inevitability I get from hearing it. It's like, 'you can do whatever you damn well please, but I'm doing this and you can't stop me.' Sometimes I think I'm kind of like that-but whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, I don't know.

#1 Your Ex-Lover Is Dead; Stars
Whew. This is apparently, my favorite song! The instruments are beautiful-violins, cellos, chimes, and I think an accordion. the lyrics are beautiful too, and I like the duet thing they have going on. To me, this song is so far beyond most others that it's just out there, by itself. I can't really compare it to anything, because it's so much better than anything else I've heard. 

I probably have some spelling/grammar errors in here, but I don't feel like checking right now. When I try to type fast, things always go wrong. I'm a horrible typer-still look at the keyboard most of the time.

I feel like I need to write something. And I'm tired of writing about all my feelings and deep thoughts. They bore me. 

So I'll write about my weekend. 

On Friday I woke up with a sore throat, and as the day progressed I felt worse and worse. On top of that I felt really stupid for coming to school at all, since I did absolutely nothing in any of my classes. In two classes I played cards, in one I handed out newspapers, and in one I did art. Staying home would have been more productive. 
The funny thing is that I would have thought that doing nothing in school would be infinitely preferable to working all the time. But I felt like i was wasting my time there. If I'm in school, I want to LEARN. I guess IB is the right place for me.
After I got home I immeadiately collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep for about four hours. That was really nice, except for where Crash (my dog) kept jumping on my about every thirty minutes and waking me up. Maybe it was his way of making sure I was still alive. 
It was kind of funny-my mom went out to a party or something, and I stayed home and read. I felt too sick to go out anyway, but still. the funny thing is, I enjoy sitting alone and reading about as much as I do going out and doing stuff with friends. I just like to do some of both. 

I was supposed to work Saturday from 9 to 3, but Friday night I decided I was too sick and called Harris Teeter to tell them I wouldn't be able to make it the next morning. I thought I was doing them a favor by letting them know so far ahead of time, but apparently they'd rather I just come in and infect every customer that comes through with whatever I've got.
My conversation with the manager on duty went something like this:
Me: "Hi, this is Kelsey Ellis. I work at Harris Teeter and I'm calling in sick-I'm supposed to come in tomorrow 9 to 3."
Manager: "So who is this?"
Me: "Kelsey Ellis. I work at Harris Teeter."
Man: "So you're calling in sick?"
Me: "Yeah, because-well obviously-I'm sick."
Man: "You know you're going to need a doctor's note if you're sick."
Me: "But it's not the kind of thing where I need to go to the doctor, I'm just too sick to come in to work."
Man: "Well...if you have a cold you need to come in to work."
Me: "I don't have a cold! If I had a cold I would come in to work!:
Man: "You need a doctor's note."
Me: "Fine."
Man: "And you're 100% sure that you will be sick tomorrow?"
Me: "What? Yes, I'm sure! I've been getting sicker all week-its not going away in a night!"
Man: "Okay."
Me: "Bye."

I was suprised I had the guts to argue with him. And I'm not going to the doctor.

I did basically nothing Saturday-just wasted my time and slept. I was sick, so at least I had an excuse.

Today was Mother's Day, so I made my mom dinner and gave her the present I got her. Well, I tried to make dinner. It was ravioli and asparagus, with brownies afterwards, but I tried to do everything at once and so was rushing all the food. She said she liked it, but I think she was just being nice. 

I need to go watch a movie with my mom-she wants to watch Princess Mononoke AGAIN! I do like that movie, but I think twice in a week is a little much. But it's Mother's Day, so what Mom wants, Mom gets.