Vagina, Boobs, and Poop (Part 3)

surpriseThis post has nothing to do with Vagina, Boobs, and Poop.  I am doing a post on crazy things my mother has said and done and wanted to see if this garnered interest.  Mother is sensitive about her age and height, so I can’t mention the fact that she is past eighty, and “not tall,” but besides that, has said and done some interesting things.   (Links to part 1&2 below)

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Vagina, Boobs, and Poop (Part 2)

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1.  She left her lights on, ran her car battery down, and asked a nice young police officer to “jack her off.”  She wasn’t arrested.

2. She doesn’t like it when someone asks how tall she is, so replies either, “How much do you weigh?  or How much money do you have?”  By the way, she is not tall.

3.  She once crashed  wedding in cut off blue jeans, sitting in the first row on the bride’s side.  The family was not friendly.

4.  She was once locked in a museum and had to be rescued by the fire department, climbing over the fence on their ladder.

5.  She was locked in Windsor Castle. More on that later.

6.  She rolled up a car window up on a camel’s lip.  These things happen.

7.  She made change in the offering plate at church and came out twenty dollars ahead.

8.  She lost her bra at church one Sunday.  She never could explain that!

9,  When two intruders broke in her house, she made one of them help her into her robe before she would talk to them.  She gave them eleven dollars, telling them, “That’s enough!” They thanked her when they left, telling her to “have a nice day.”  She told the police officers later, “They were polite and had been raised right.”  Go figure.

10.  She threatened a rapist

11. She won’t say “Bull.”  That sounds crude.  She substitutes “male cow.”

Don’t tell her I said vagina, boobs, and poop. God knows she tried to raise me right.

Not tall:

She doesn’t like it when someone asks how tall she is, so replies either, “How much do you weigh?”  or “How much money do you have?”  By the way, she is not tall.  For some reason, people feel perfectly comfortable asking Mother how tall she is.  It couldn’t be more obvious that she is short.  Most of her grandchildren pass her up by the time they are ten.  I was with her on a recent visit to her doctor when the nurse asked her height.

Mother feloniously claimed five foot two inches.  Realizing she was getting nowhere, the nurse took her to measure.  Mother was busted.   “I’ll give you 4′ 9 & 3/4″.” Replied the nurse.

Compounding the issue of her slight build, is her squeaky voice.   Once when she called me at work, a coworker called to me, “Minnie “Mouse wants to talk to you. The minute a caller hears her voice, they say, “Oh, hello Mrs. Swain.”  She’d never be able to make crank calls.It’s very common for callers to ask,”Is your mama home?”

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surpriseMother in her yardMother checking out realestateThe picture in the upper left captures a frequent expression of Mother’s, usually after she has just opened her mouth and put her foot in it.  The picture in the center was made on a stone patio she built herself.  The final picture was made of a visit to family in New Jersey.  We were walking through a beautiful cemetery and Mother decided to try out the real estate.  She liked it a lot, but decided against being buried that day.

Mother is an endless source of joy for her family. Mother is sensitive about her age and height, so I can’t mention the fact that she is past ninety-six and “not tall,” but besides that, has said and done some interesting things.

1.  She left her lights on, ran her car battery down, and asked a nice young police officer to “jack her off.”  She wasn’t arrested.

2.She doesn’t like it when someone asks how tall she is, so replies either, “How much do you weigh?” or “How much money do you have?”  By the way, she is not tall. (4′ 10″)

3.  She wandered into a chapel at The American Rose Society , thinking it looked like they were having a interesting program. They were. She ended up crashing a lovely wedding in cut off blue jeans and floppy sun hat. She took the mother’s place of honor in the first row on the bride’s side.  She complained later that the family was not friendly.

4.  She took out of town friends to visit a museum. Not noticing the time, she led them around to the rose garden The museum closed while they were rambling the grounds. They were locked in the museum grounds . All the octogenarians and had to be rescued by the fire department, climbing over the fence on their ladder.

5.  She was locked in Windsor Castle, grounds. More on that later.

6.  She rolled up a car window up on a camel’s lip in a wildlife park. When she got tired of the persistent animal she just raised the automatic window on his lip. The poor thing loped along desperately, trying to hang onto his lip. Not knowing she was responsible, she complained of him, ” Look at that stupid camel chasing this car!” These things happen.

7.  She made change in the offering plate at church and came out twenty dollars ahead.

8.  She lost her bra at church one Sunday.  She never could explain that!

9,  When two intruders broke in her house, she made one of them help her into her robe before she would talk to them.  She gave them eleven dollars, telling them, “That’s enough!” They thanked her when they left, telling her to “have a nice day.”  She told the police officers later, “They were polite and had been raised right.”  Go figure.

10.  She threatened a rapist

11. She won’t say “Bull.”  That sounds crude.  She substitutes “male.”

I decided to flesh these delightful stories out for the New Year, after first clarifying.  Mother’s mind is not going.  Lots of these stories go back many years.  She’s a delight to be around and keeps family and friends in stitches, most often without meaning to.

#1.  “Officer can you jack me off?”

Mother is prissy to the point of being prudish, exchewing vulgar terms such as “butt” and “pee.”Dern is as bad as it gets, except for one time I heard her say “Damn”  when she raised up under and open cabinet door. I have to admit, however, she may have had a closed-head injury when she said it. Life is hard for a kid growing up under such restrictive conditions.

Any way, Mother made her way to the local mall for lunch and an afternoon of shopping with her friends.  Much later she returned to her car and found a dead battery, courtesy of the lights she’d left on.  I suspect she may have said “Dern!”

Donning her best poor stranded woman look, she flagged down a Police Officer, asking if he could jack her off using her best Minnie Mouse squeak.  Maybe he had a grandma, but she didn’t get arrested.  (To be continued) 

Mean Mama

Things my mother said to me or one of my siblings:

Shut up that whining!  Do you think you’re the first kid that ever had a broken arm?

When my brother complained she’d whooped him five times that day.  ” I know, Son.  I’m sorry I neglected you.  I had four other kids to whoop.”

When we complained we didn’t like the food:  “Good, maybe they’re will be something left for supper.”

If that horse throws you and breaks your leg, don’t come running to me!

Don’t mess with that snake.  The head’s just as dangerous as the rest of it.

HO! HO! HO! Deer Season Doesn’t Come But Once a Year

Daddy took his hunting very seriously.  This was a man’s sport, an entitlement.  Real men hunted and fished.  A man’s outdoor gear was a reflection of him.  Daddy would have sooner worn lace panties than not follow the unwritten rules. His hunting gear was a necessity, not an extravagance like a dependable car, bills paid on time, and clothes for Continue reading

Working Hard to Get to Heaven

ChurchChurch was hard on me. All that sitting still and not talking were hard on a kid back when ADD was just called BAD. Believe me, I know. My prissy older sister, Phyllis, loved anything to do with church, making me look particularly bad. The only glimmer of hope was that she was slow and Mother threatened to leave her every Sunday. When I tried Continue reading

Jolly Funeral Policy

Agents selling funeral policies were a fixture in the rural South.  Our budget was too tight for such luxuries as funeral policies, so Mother tried hard to make sure we didn’t die.  Myrtle Harper sold policies for Jolly Funeral Home and Watkins products for the home.  She was a nosy do-gooder who carried sunshine from house to house, dispensing information about people’s financial situations (Betty Jones was three months behind on her six policies but thought she might be able to get the money from her Mama, now that her daddy had drunk himself to death and Mama wasn’t stretched quite so tight), their health(It’s a good thing, Bonnie Mercer bought that nice policy on her new baby.  She might need it if the baby didn’t start looking better.) and social issues.(Bertha Willis had another black eye and “No wonder Phil Parker ran around with everything in a skirt.  Lucy kept a filthy house and her cooking wasn’t fit for the hogs.”)

Even though Mother had repeatedly refused to purchase funeral policies,  Mother  occasionally bought Watkins Vanilla or Anti Pain Oil for her headaches, so Myrtle kept optimistically coming by every time she was in the neighborhood.  She inspected each new baby hopefully to see if it might look puny enough to tempt Mother into buying a new policy.  When Connie and Marilyn were toddlers, they sat playing in the shade of a huge oak tree as Mother and Myrtle drank tea and Myrtle planned her latest insurance campaign.  “Just look at those two little girls playing there.  If you bought a policy for them right now, I could get them both a four hundred policy for just a dollar a month.  If you wait till they’re thirteen, it would cost you at least a thousand dollars to bury them.”

Mother studied her babies thoughtfully.  “Well, I guess we’d better bury them now.  I wouldn’t want to miss out on a good deal.” Myrtle never even knew she was being strung along.

Take a Break?

AppreciationThis is what I got when I went over to pick up illustrations for my post.  Mother is getting a little difficult.  I’d been gone for several days.  Surely, should could have found a little time for a break while I was gone.  Seriously, we have some great times together.

Mother in her yard

Here she is relaxing on the patio she built herself.  Did I mention she’s past eighty?

In the picture below she is checking out real estate in a cemetery.  She likes to be prepared and wanted to know if it would be comfortable.  Did you notice the fanny pack? She thinks she “can take it with her.”  I told her it would all just get burned up!

Mother checking out realestate

Vagina, Boobs, and Poop

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This is the start of a twelve part series posted eight months ago.  I am now expanding into a book.  Enjoy.

This post has nothing to do with any of these.  I am doing a post on crazy things my mother has said and done and wanted to see if this garnered interest.  Mother is sensitive about her age and height, so I can’t mention the fact that she is past eighty, and “not tall,” but besides that, has said and done some interesting things. Continue reading