My mom (second from the left) with her sister and some friends:
I always knew my mom was funny.
I’ve told stories about her to friends, family members, and strangers in line at the grocery store. People always crack up at her antics.
But thanks to the wonders of the internet, all week I’ve been able to share my “special” mom with a much wider audience.
And as Sally Fields might say, “You like her! You really like her!”
You know what? I like her too.
There is so much more I could share.
Like some of the crazy things she said and did at the nursing home where she worked. For example, the time she thought a woman was saying “I’m going to dine”. My mom patted her hand and told her, “Oh, yes they are coming to take you in just a minute.” Unfortunately, the poor thing was really saying, “I’m going to die”.
Or I could tell you all about the time she went to Jazzercize and following the instructor’s direction to “tighten those cheeks” made Mom’s mouth really sore.
Oh, and who could forget her love for ice cream? Once she told me that she ate a whole brick of it in the car on the 25 mile drive home from the store. When I told her, “Mom, you can’t do that!” She said, “Sure I can. I keep a spoon in my glove box.”
My mom has left her purse on the top of the car and driven away at least a dozen times.
She has picked up driftwood at the beach, only to discover it to be dog poop. But it was pretty dog poop.
She has tried cleaning her glasses with furniture polish and then couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her eyes.
The list goes on and on…and new stories are added everyday.
I could probably make this blog all about her and never run out of material. (Shhh…don’t give her any ideas!)
Instead, I’ve offered to set my mom up with a blog of her very own when I come to visit. That way she can tell her own stories. I’ll share the URL once we get it going.
Speaking of sharing, I’d like to share a little message with my mom:
Happy Mother’s Day and thanks for the laughs!
If you’ve enjoyed my My Mom’s Funnier than Your Mom series, please leave a comment for her here.
I know she’ll be reading, just as soon as she finds her glasses.
