She's My Mama

I talked on the phone with my mama this morning......She and daddy are both in a nursing home located about 4 hours away.....and are both in bad health.....with mama at 75 and daddy at 81. They are both excited about moving into a semi private room together soon.

Now, doesn't that sound like a beautiful love story? Ha! I can already hear the complaining. Jeeze Louise! Oh yeah....... they are both excited about it right now....but just wait a week or two and I'll be hearing it from both of them!

Mama says, “He keeps that TV on nothing but western movies and I want to watch Dr. Phil. And he's not even watching it!”

And daddy says, “I can't take it any more! Why don't ya'll just shoot me and put me out of my misery?”.

Oh, the blogs....... just waiting to be written.

So I was having a normal conversation with mama.......whatever normal is. I must interject here and explain that nothing has or ever will be normal with my mama. My relatives will all back me up on that, as well.

Anyway, I was telling mama, “Minor and I are going out to dinner soon with new friends and really looking forward to it.” As always, and because she just couldn't help herself, mama responded with, “Be sure and have good manners.”

I'm telling you......she can always throw me for a loop. She never even chuckled! She was damn serious!

I couldn't help but laugh as I said, “Mama........I'm 55 years old.......I'm going to use my manners.......OK?”

“I know.........but once you're the mama, you're always the mama.”, she said.

This is the same mama and grandmama that called Kate on the phone the other night at 11:30pm. Kate scrambled to the phone from a dead sleep.......wondering what in the hell must have happened that her grandma, Mimi was showing up on the caller ID at that hour!

Kate: “Hello?”
Mimi: “Hey Kate. How''s everything going?”
Kate: “Fine.........is something the matter?”
Mimi: “.......................YES, SOMETHING'S THE MATTER!”
Kate: “What is it?”
Mimi: “I'M DYING!.........THAT'S WHAT'S THE MATTER!”
Kate: “Well.........Mimi.......can we talk about it tomorrow? It's 11:30.”

True conversation, folks.