Obama Messes with Ma’s Routine

There are certain things that are as regular as rain in my Mother’s life; and you don’t mess with her routine or she gets a little grumpy. Morning coffee, visiting “the facilities” after morning coffee, playing her weekly card games with the gang; driving to the Dollar Store, and watching her favorite morning show, “The Price is Right”, are set in stone for her.

This morning, President Obama messed with one of Mom’s routines; and as luck would have it, I was the fortunate offspring to make the phone call to her just after Mr. Obama’s untimely faux pas.

“I missed the last 5 minutes of ‘The Price is Right’ this morning and I’m pissed off,” she said when I asked her how she was doing. “I didn’t see who got the car or boat,” she continued. “Obama interrupted the show and I missed the last few minutes of it. Damn it! The man is always 5 to 10 minutes late when he gives a speech, and this morning he had to be early. Boy, he pissed me off!”

“Hm…,” I responded. “How inconsiderate of the guy. What was he talking about?”

“How the hell do I know?” she shot back. “I like the man and all, but I don’t always listen to him – especially when he interrupts my shows. All I DON’T know is who won the car or boat today!”

“Well,” I answered. “Glad to know that ya got your priorities straight.”

“So,” I continued, deciding to strike while the iron was hot. “Ya know who you’re voting for in November?”

“Cazzo,” she answered. “I’m 87 years old, Lucie. Who the hell knows if I’ll even be around this November? I just picked up my car from the garage this morning for the 3rd time this month, and I think my car and ME are both are on our way out. Best I felt was today and yesterday,” she continued. “Must be I’m ready to kick the bucket. They say you feel your best when you’re on your last legs.”

“Well, that’s a sobering thought,” I remarked before she quickly continued.

“And who the hell knows who I’m voting for?” she answered. “They’re both stoonods, idiots, as far as I’m concerned, and Trump seems like a bigger stoonod than the other one, but I’m not so sure I’m ready for a woman to run the country. I’m not gonna worry ‘bout it. I could be dead by then. Who knows? I gotta let you go, Lucie. I’ve still got put-on some lipstick and iron my shorts before I go play cards. I ironed my dungarees this morning, but totally forgot to iron my shorts. Sometimes I’m a stoonod myself. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, honey. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Ma,” I said and the next thing I heard was the phone click off.

Sometimes life throws us these little challenges to keep us on our toes, People. We can either put on a little lipstick and show up, or crawl back into bed and start over again tomorrow – totally your call.

In the meantime, be kind to one another and I’ll catch ya the next time, looking at life from my shoes.

 

 

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After much encouragement and prodding by family, friends and professionals, I (a former Special ed. teacher and consultant from Northern Ca.) decided to take my FACEBOOK postings on my silly life with my life partner and 2 wacky cats and share them with a broader audience. I've brought laughter and joy to a number of people now for quite a few months and sincerely hope that I can bring a chuckle or two to all who read my bi- weekly entries on my blog. (Now let's hope that I can muster enough competence to figure out how to use this site in a reasonably competent fashion, so that I still have fun writing and others can actually "find me"!!!!) I wish all who enter "Lucie's World" much joy and laughter and ask that if I've touch your life in any way and made you giggle or smile, that you "pay it forward" for the week and share a moment or two of laughter with someone that you care about....

22 thoughts on “Obama Messes with Ma’s Routine”

    1. You are welcome, Lori. Sorry for your loss with your Mom….I realize that my time is short with my Mom and wish she and I lived closer. She’s quite the little character. I respect her sense of independence, but am so frustrated that we live so far away and that she will not move out here for me to help her….while talking to her this morning, she cut off our conversation (once again), so she could put on a little lipstick and go play cards with “the girls”…..she just turned 88 two weeks ago and looks the same as she did at 70. I think it’s the Italian pasta and ham that keeps her going. Many thanks for stopping by and commenting. Sincerely appreciate it.

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    1. I’m so glad that you got a kick out of my Mom! She’s a keeper and I love her dearly. Sorry ’bout your Mom….and thanks for stopping by. I’m always so honored and humbled when people take the time to read and comment. I’ll drop by your site when I have some time…Thanks, again. 😉

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  1. Hey Lucie
    Ya Ma’s a gem mate, when Price is Right, Ironing ya bloomers and ya shorts, puttin’ on ya lippy, playin’ cards with ya mates and the state of ya car is more important than Obama or who ever might be gonna run ya country, and whats more she is 87 years old, Crikey!
    Ya Ma’s a legend Lucie..love her to bits and you too, you make me laugh and make my day..
    I haven’t blogged in weeks mate, I should be puttin’ the lippy on headin’ out, but I’m tending to feel more like going back to bed lately.. not the norm for me at all, I need to get crackin’ ( get busy ),
    Hugs to you Lucie, The Princess and ya Ma
    From
    Annie in Australia 🌞 🌴 🌊

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    1. I know, seriously…..God bless her. She drives herself to get groceries and carries them across the campus and up the stairs and refuses to “bother the Princess and I” by moving out here….she drives me nuts…. ❤ Thanks for stopping by… 🙂

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    1. Oh gosh….maybe it’s that “time of year”…a number of us are going through a “big put on your lipstick time in our life” kind of moment..glad you liked my post and the inspiration. Hang in there, Kiddo! And thanks for stopping by…. 😉

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