Hey there! Sorry.. got caught up in the football game and talking to my mom on the phone. She's unhappily painting her house. Its fun to listen to her when she is all cranked off at anyone other than me. She lives in a duplex and the neighbors decided to paint their half. It's obviously not a color mom enjoys.

I apologize, but the first thing I thought of was Urine sample yellow...

Hehehe... could be. I have no idea what she means. I guess she did tell me the name of the color. If I can remember it, maybe I'll stop by Home Depot and check it out.

This is true. I talk to her every weekend and usually at least once during the week too. I'm bad about getting over to her house though. She's always doing something to her house. I remember one summer we wallpapered her kitchen 5 times. She just couldn't make up her mind.

I still get a good laugh about the fourth re-do. When I got over there to see the what she picked out, I hated it instantly... and told her so. It was too retro-boring looking. Some sort of design with plates, tea pots, and flowers, white background with the design in browns and pastel blues. I think it kind of hurt her feelings that I didn't like it. She said it would look great when it was up. We got it done... and I told her I still didn't like it, but what the heck... her kitchen not mine. About midnight that night the ringing phone wakes me up. It's Momma!

Me: hullo?

Momma: Hi honey! Did I wake you?

Me: Uh-huh. What's up?

Momma: Oh. I thought you would still be up. But hey... what are you doing tomorrow?

Me: Uh... I don't know.

Momma: I've got to get this crap off my kitchen walls. I hate it. Can you help me again?

Me: Wait... you loved it 6 hours ago. What the heck happened?

Momma: Well, I had all the lights off and was getting ready to go to bed. I got thirsty so I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. In the dark with just the light coming in through the window, that pattern looks like a bunch of turkeys.

Me: Turkeys?

Momma: Yeah... turkeys. I'm so pist. I can't sleep for thinking about the friggin turkeys on the walls in my kitchen.

Me: Momma... there's something wrong with you. It's probably hard to pronounce. Why not justs turn on the lights?

Momma: Yeah, I tried that. Still seein' the turkeys. I don't know why I didn't see them before. So how 'bout it?

Me: Yeah, sure. No more dishes, 'kay?

Momma: How are you with stripes?

Me: (big sigh) Whatever makes you happy, Momma. See you in the morning.

Momma: Get some sleep. Don't worry... some day I'll pay for your therapist!

It was good times. I went over the next weekend thinking we were done with the re-dos. Momma must have been patiently looking out of the window waiting for me to pull in the driveway. Before I could get out of my car, she opened the garage door and with a big smile said, "I'm so glad you are here! I have a surprise for you!!" Sitting on the garage floor next to her was a big roll of linolium. "Oh, Momma! No... you can't be serious." She was. We did. When it was done, we noticed it was slightly askew. I mentioned it to her. She said that she had noticed that a while ago, but who really cares, right? My brother, that's who. He went nuclear about it! She left that for a couple years just to work his nerves.

Not really... she got new carpet, so she had the linolium done with the carpet cuz guess what... she decided to wallpaper again.

Momma is a little deranged on the redecorating. She just gets bored easily. Painting and wallpapering are things she can generally do on her own. She's forever painting her basement too. I went over one time and she had painted the steps blue and white... called it a piano. What can I say? She's a little eccentric.

There's a very thin line between Eccentricity & Wackadoo.

I like Mema's momma. She's a nice lady. A little mumble-y but nice. Funny as heck, too!

MzHartz wrote:

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Pambo wrote:

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There's a very thin line between Eccentricity & Wackadoo.

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Are you saying that there's hope that I'm just eccentric?

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Anything's possible!

You think I can borrow Momma for a week or two? I promise to feed her and stuff. I need to paint my entire downstairs. It still has builders paint on the walls. I am not neat enough to do it myself. If I gave her the color maybe she will do it for me.

Maybe when she is finished I will take her into Phila and give her a tour. You know, Liberty Bell, Constitution Center, Independence Hall, Art Museum, cheesesteaks, soft pretzels. Out toward home I could take her to Valley Forge Park - you know, log cabins and George Washington.

As long as there are cargo pants & canvas shoes, she'll be there....