I introduced my mother to the joys of Monty Python last night. She knows who, say, George Carlin is, but had never seen anything but Monty Python's (IMVHO) least accessible film (Meaning of Life). Should have seen Holy Grail or Life of Brian instead.

Anyway, she was treated to dead parrots, homicidal barbers who pine to be lumberjacks, Mr Gumby, the ( Read more... )

This week, my Mom's car battery died. I've been tapped to be her chauffeur. She has kept me waiting for her for a MINIMUM of twenty minutes each time, and a maximum of an hour and a half. This morning, I was ready to come get her fifteen minutes early and she pushed the time (for me to leave the house to fetch her) up to 8:15. It's five minutes ( Read more... )

Somehow I thought the Gallagher Brothers picture was apropos after my whiny bitchfest the other day.

I survived Easter with my mom. Yes, I didn't get everything I needed to do done. Yes, there was a lot of ham. She kept trying to stuff me with ham! Everywhere HAM! Holy crap, I had half a pig on my plate and I was poking at it listlessly with my fork ( Read more... )