tequilaanddonuts

tequilaanddonuts
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Seattle, Washington,
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July 01
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I'm middle aged and pudgy, and I'm sure my roots could stand a touch up. ________________________________________ Most Wednesdays are spent with my mother. She has seized control of my blog. She is quite proud of that fact. ______________________________________ I am occasionally.. ah.. grumpy. There will be rants about things that absolutely do not matter. _____________________________________ I champion elder rights. You want to rile me up? You just show some disrespect to seniors. For the most part, you have time on your side, please show them patience. You'll need that karma on the flip side.

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NOVEMBER 12, 2008 6:08PM

I'm buying Mom a box of flares

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[cell ring]

"I'm lost."

"Well, I'm in checkout Mom, I can't come get you. Tell me where you are and I'll guide you in."

"I'm at the outside doors by the shoes."

"Don't go out the doors."

"I'm not stupid! I was thinking about it, but that alarmy thing would go off and they'd think I was stealing things."

"I was teasing Mom."

"Don't tease while I'm lost. In fact, I've been telling you to quit teasing me since you were a teenager."

"You tease me all the time."

"Not when you're lost."

"Point taken. Okay, go to the main aisle and head left toward the Service Center sign."

"I don't see a Service Center sign."

"Look up."

"I told you I'm not stupid."

"Okay, look up and to your left."

"Oh. Okay. See you in a minute."

[cell ring]

"You told me wrong."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in jewelry."

"Okay, what way are you facing?"

"I'm facing forwards."

"Mom, I meant, what direction you were pointed."

"If I knew my directions I wouldn't be calling you now, would I?"

"Just tell me what you're looking at in the jewelry department."

"A Russian fixing watches."

"You're in fine jewelry?"

"Yes, and they look none too happy to have me in here with my basket."

"Just ask the girl where the main checkout is."

"I'm not talking to her. She tried to sell me pearls."

"Get out of the fine jewelry department and tell me what you're looking at."

"Okay."

.....

"Mom? Mom? You there? Oh for Pete's sake, she hung up."

[ring]

"I'm looking at clothes."

"You're shopping for clothes now?"

"NO! You asked me what I'm looking at, and I'm looking at clothes."

"What kind of clothes?"

"They're kind of ugly."

"Oh God. Mom, are they men's or women's clothes?"

"Who can tell now days?"

"Are there any skirts, or anything girly?"

"No. And a lot of these jackets have bones on them. Who would want to wear a jacket with bones all over it?"

"Bones?"

"You know, head bones."

"Skulls?"

"Yes, skulls. Now I ask you, why would you want a whole wardrobe with skulls on it? If I wore something like that to potluck, it would just remind everyone that we're going to be dead soon."

"You must be in the junior men's wear. Go out of that department and turn right."

"Okay. These are really ugly clothes. I hope you don't let Ben wear stuff with bones all over it."

[ring]

"When's the last time you bought lipstick?"

"What?"

"Lipstick is ten dollars now! Is it made out of oil?"

"I really don't know Mom."

"I think it must be made out of oil."

"If you're looking at lipstick, you're getting close. Look up, do you see the Service Center sign?"

"You told me about the Service Center sign and got me more lost."

"Trust me Mom. Head toward the Service Center sign."

" 'Head toward the Service Center sign. All will be welcome in the Service Center sign.' Know what movie that's from?"

"Poltergeist?"

"That's right. I bet you didn't think your old momma could make a modern movie reference. And that poor little girl died because she hadn't pooped. And you get on to me when I ask you when was the last time you pooped. I could be saving your life."

"Mom, please, just head to the Service Center sign. Stay on the phone with me. I think I can see your kicky hair."

....

"Mom? Mom?"

[rustle]

"Mom? I can see you walking back and forth. You look like a rifle range duck. Mom?"

"WHAT? I'M WALKING!"

"You can't walk and talk at the same time?"

"Don't be a smart butt. I was walking and carrying the phone. I can't walk, look at the Service Center sign, carry my phone, and talk to you all at the same time, now can I?"

"Well I guess not."

"You told me wrong again."

"Mom, I can see you. I'm in lane nine."

"I don't see the checkouts."

"Mom, I can see you! Look to your right."

"I'M LOOKING RIGHT!"

"Mom, I can see you. You're looking left."

"Oh. I thought you meant your right. I still don't see you."

"Okay, I'm waving a copy of Star magazine around. Do you see me?"

"I see you, but I'm not going to admit I know you. You look like a loon."

"Mom!"

"Well what grown woman in her sane mind would be in line talking on a cell phone and waving trash around?"

"If I'm crazy, it's because you're driving me that way."

"Don't talk to your mother like that. Besides this is payback. I told you, you shouldn't tease me when you were a teenager. Bad behavior will always will come back to bite you."

"Mom, please, just go check out. I'll meet you at the car. Do you think that you can find the right exit?"

"Don't be a smart butt."

[cell ring]

"I'm checked out. Where are you?"

"I'm waiting for you by the automatic door. Do you know which way that is?"

"Yes. I'm not stupid."

"I know that Mom."

"It was your fault that I got lost anyway. I was buying a birthday present for that husband of yours and I was in parts of the store that I'm not normally in."

"That's nice of you."

"I got him some Christmas chocolates. I know he's diabetic, but he can just eat one at a time. And I got him a cute toy mouse."

"You got him a mouse? Why would you get him a mouse?"

"It's very cute. He likes raccoons, so he should like this."

"Raccoons?"

"When we were driving around that one time, he kept pointing out all the dead raccoons. He should like this mouse."

"Okay Mom. I see you. I'll be there in a minute."

"Take your time. I'm flipping through this Star magazine you seemed so taken with."

What Mom bought for Daniel for his birthday.

 

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You've made many of us fall in love with your mom. And you are a most stella mom. This was my favorite:

"Okay, I'm waving a copy of Star magazine around. Do you see me?"

"I see you, but I'm not going to admit I know you. You look like a loon."
i was reading this, and it didnt make me laugh out loud, which made me think i am in too foul a mood to read it and should put it away till later, so i could enjoy it. and then i got to the picture and i laughed out loud and i am still smiling. is that REALLY the mouse she got him??? you are a very good writer, and i dont say that often.
You really should have your own show, with a secret film crew following you and your mom around. I always enjoy your mom posts.
She really got him the mouse. She went on to tell me about all the pet toys she had to look through to get it. She didn't get him the catnip mouse she thought was the cutest because she thought it might irritate his allergies. She was so dang proud of getting the mouse that I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was insane. My only insight for why she got it was because the pet toys are by cards and men just throw away cards, but he would keep the mouse.
The cat toy mouse made me laugh out loud. Your mom is a hoot!
"You look like a rifle range duck."

I'm now cleaning Dr. Pepper off my screen!
If Daniel doesn't want it, I have two cats who would be happy to help with the mouse...
1) love you
2) love your mom
3) love that you have to shop w/ your mom and I don't

love, me
hilarious. maybe your mom needs a freaky troll of her own with an implanted GPS homing device :-)
She hates Freaky Troll. Freaky is fascinated with Mom.. well with Mom's walker. She sneaks in the storage compartment often.
Love the story.

We used to meet my sister-in-law and father-in-law from LA in Vegas. He could get lost walking 50 feet to the mens' room. So we bought them a set of walkie talkies to use. They never did -- she just bitched how he always got lost and he just griped about how far it always was to the mens' room.
Still giggling... this is absolutely priceless. Bones, indeed. Hehehe.
Wonderful! Along with marytkelly, I also burst out laughing at "I see you, but I'm not going to admit I know you. You look like a loon." but then I about died with laughter at the mouse.

Your mom is priceless; your relationship is precious, and I'm glad that you know that and celebrate it.
Loved this. Laughed when I got to the picture--by gum, she did get all those things!

Sounded like fun though... Thank you, T & D.
rated and made me feel good
A RIFLE RANGE DUCK

hilarious. mom stories make my day.
Sigh. I love her. My favorite part was the 'pooped' part.
Oh my gosh - your mom is too much. This was my favorite: "Yes, skulls. Now I ask you, why would you want a whole wardrobe with skulls on it? If I wore something like that to potluck, it would just remind everyone that we're going to be dead soon." Bwahaha!

You're going to need extra tequila tonight, Deven.
You, my dear, are the most fabulously amazing daughter with the most exquisitely hysterical mom. I know the sacrifice you make to keep us in Deven Mom stories, and I just want to say thanks. My side hurts now. I have to go..... no, not THAT kind of go.

Thumbed. With difficulty, 'cause the whole screen is blurry.
I'm with Sandra, you, your mom and your stories are just to love, while laughing like a whackaloon. Love the mouse but why has no one mentioned the chocolates for a diabetic?? I bet Freaky was pissed there was no CAKE.

Darling Deven, you are Priceless!
This post made me miss my mom, who passed away.

On a less serious note, it also made me miss Fred Meyer. Once lived in Utah, and there was really nowhere else to go at night.
I think we should adopt your mom as the official Open Salon Matriarch. Would she like that or would she think we are all the loons that we are? I love that she bought your diabetic homosapien husband a cat toy and chocolates. Way to be your own person mom! (And I'm with you on bone heads. No skulls shall adorn my clothing.)

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so this is why people blog. for a larger community. these posts also make me miss my mom, and also make me feel (that's a lie, i feel that way anyway, but they emphasize it) what a shitty judgmental daughter i was (no way out of it. i was. cant undo it. i take some comfort that she's up there somewhere and knows i am sorry).

but fred meyer made me think of a bf, 7 years we endured, some of it cross country - me in ny and him in oregon. i was desperate for my engagement ring, and as a substitute he got me an amethyst heart-shaped ring at fred meyer. laughing now. was SOREly disappointed then. he had bad taste. he once sent me from hawaii, a black velvet painting of a waterfall. while it was en route he wouldnt tell me what it was, but he did tell me that it was so beautiful that if i didnt want it, he would take it. he also gave me the most sincere compliment of my life: "you smell so f*ckin good, bun. i love that sh*t." it had to be sincere, because who would make that up?
I am gonna Be your Mom in 20, 30 years, and I can't wait.

Thanks for the smiles and sniggers. I need both.
Sometimes I feel like I am becoming your mom except that no one bothers to track me down when I am wandering through down the isles. It's so easy to get distracted by whatever the "latest" gimmick is, and sometimes I'm just reminiscing, you know, something will trigger a memory and I'm off on another imaginary nostalgic journey. It works as long as no one has expectation and I'm not under a time limit, and then there is always that remarkable tracking device called cell phone if I get too distracted. Occasionally I get to meet another fellow traveler, identified by the blank look in her eyes. We acknowledge each other and even share commentaries and then like ships passing in the night move on to another isle.