good morning you fabulous peeps!....i hope yall are having a wonderful day! it's terrific tuesday!!!........so some posts ago, i brought up the whole frozen blueberry thing.......well let me explain....cause it's really a toast to all southern women and their inescapable charm ....... my mom is an extremely independent person.....did i emphasize extremely??........so i was at my moms house, i guess i had been doing stuff for her, following her around the yard, filling bird feeders, running from wasps, etc...........you see my mom will call and ask if myself or the evil older sister can help her do yard work or house work that she says she can't do.......the bratty baby brother gets away with alot cause he lives so far away, until he comes to visit....then it's his turn...we save the big jobs for him....anything involving getting up on the roof for instance.........so some years ago i was helping my mom or better yet following her around while she does the stuff....i'm not kidding, my mom will call and say " i need the yard mowed and some plants dug up"...i get there, and she has already done it...it's this back and forth of my mom and her independent ways saying "i don't need anybody, but, i really might need somebody"......so now she has to find something to keep me occupied....cause i get into too much trouble on my own.....so i follow her around the yard and pick up tools or move something from here to there....she exhausts me....she has more energy than anyone i know..........when i do yard work at my house, i'll start something with great intent on finishing, then realize, yeah 3 hours was more like an all day project, so i'll leave stuff where it is so i can finish it up the next day........not my mom.....everything has to be put back where it belongs....which explains why her house is so neat and mine is ....well...lived in............. so its one of these weekends that i'm following my mom around, we get everything picked up and then head inside to just relax...............i'm not lying...well i'm laying...ha ha...on the couch when my mom comes in from the kitchen and hands me a bag of frozen blueberries, and says something about her and my aunt picked them and she hopes i'll enjoy them...then leaves the room...................what?..........so here i am with a bag of frozen blueberries, looking around the room in a daze as if..... what am i supposed to do...these are frozen ...they are going to unfreeze if i don't get home.....and it's a big bag of blueberries....does this mean its time for me to go???......i'm so confused? .......so i get up and tell my mom i'm heading home, and she tells me, " oh your'e going so soon...ok ...bye now" ..........i'm dazed and confused.... yes, i was the first to receive the frozen blueberries......but not the last....many others have been privy to the frozen blueberry au revior......i have even looked in her freezer for these blueberries and they are nowhere to be found......i don't know where she keeps them, but she can make them magically appear, which then makes you magically disappear........so my awe and praise to southern women who have the nicest way of having you decide to do something that they have already decided for you to do, but you don't even realize that they have decided for you to do what you're going to do till after you've done it....i know, right?...... and then you become....dazed and confused.....yep, you've just been blueberried..... have a groovy day!
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Mary
3/19/2020 09:07:55 am
Love!!!! Your mom is wonderful & so much fun. Of course i shouldn’t tell you this but I’ve never received a bag of frozen blueberries from Momma Betty. Your mothers sister, my mom, your Aunt was always so blunt- “Isn’t it time you went home?” Momma Betty has style!
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