a story

Hi everyone,
A few days ago I sent out an e-mail to some family and friends to propose a project for them this summer. I propose that people take a few minutes this summer to write a story about a time they spent with my mother. I'm sure many of you have so many good stories of times you've spent with mom: funny, serious, but I bet most of them have something funny and positive associated with the annecdote. So, Send your stories to me at indimasti22@yahoo.com!! I'll compile them and put them on the web or something.
Heres a story to start out. Tonight (April 25th, 2006), as I was walking barefood from my neighbors apartment back to my apartment I steped on a tiny tiny piece of glass. I could barely feel it initially but after a few seconds I felt a little prick with every step. I hopped through my living room and sat on my bed. I was like "shoot. now what". I pinched the heal of my foot and a tried to focus on the miniscule piece of glass. I couldn't see it but I could feel it. The first thought that popped in my head was call mom and figure out what to do. Then I was like..what would mom do in this situation. I reached for the needle and then suddenly I also realized that I had a little magnifying glass that mom had given me a few months ago. After messing around for a few minutes, I used both instruments to take the little piece of glass out successfully. As I was putting the magnifying glass away I remembered why my mother had insisted that I take the little device to school. In hindu custom, your head is supposed to face a particular direction when sleeping on a bed. I don't exactly remember which direction but at the beginning of the school year mom insisted that I take this little toy that had a magifying class, binoculars and a compass all in it to school and figure out whether or not I was sleeping in the right direction. Most of my furniture is quite bulky and hard to shift around so I wasn't going to mess with moving furniture around and doing stuff if I found out that I wasn't sleeping in the right direction. For a while I never looked and mom asked me each day whether I had used the compass and figured out if I was sleeping in the right direction. I don't actually remember whether I looked and she stopped asking or she gave up on me. But one of the two happened and she stopped questioning what direction I was sleeping in. I think she made sure I was doing it right when she visited for the first and last time earlier this semester. At any rate, the toy she insisted I take to school was quite handy today. :o) Hope the story makes you guys smile.