Going to Bozeman with my mom

Or should I say taking my mom to Bozeman? I called my mom this morning and asked her if she wanted to go to Bozeman with me today. I have to take my bike in for a warranty tuneup and I only have until the end of this month to do so. I told my mom that I would pick her up on my way if she wanted to go. Actually, I need her to go with me. I am still afraid to drive, and this is a long drive at highway speeds. In short, I need my mom. I am 38 years old, but that does not mean that I don’t still need my mom. As a matter of fact, I find myself needing her more as I get older. I know that she won’t be around forever, and that later in life I will have to deal with these things myself. That scares me, too. You never know what’s going to happen and it only takes a split second for life to change forever. My mom knows more every day as I realize that I know less every day. Taking my mom to Bozeman with me will be fun. I don’t think my mom has been to Bozeman in a long time — possibly ever. She was a truck driver though, so I expect that she has been through Bozeman, but not necessarily to Bozeman. I want to show her the store that I bought my bike from. I’m sure she will be impressed, especially by the prices! The prices are competitive for these types of sporting goods, but that’s not to say that those prices aren’t out of control, either. It seems that everything is getting more expensive and there is less and less money to purchase anything with. That’s unfortunate and frustrating. Budgeting has never been more important, and I doubt that it’s ever been this complicated. I look forward to this trip with my mom. I’m picking her up at 0900 hrs. We’ll see how the day goes!

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