Oh my mom - she is a character of her own - a unique and interesting person. My mom is the type that can over-emphasize an event in her life that will indeed affect others. Of course, she does not over-emphasize on purpose, but it is such emphasis that can keep one on their toes. I will never forget that day my mom came face to face with a cockroach, and how it not only scared the hell out of her, but I was affected by it as well.
It was a nice, but warm summer day. My mom was outside cleaning and moving things around in the yard. Getting rid of things she did not need. I remember that my mom was listening to "Come Together", by the Beatles, on her 45's - singing and moving a long in her own little world as she got into what she was doing. I was quite bored with too much time on my hands and nothing to do, so I offered to help my mother out with the yard work.
Both of us were making progress. We were singing a long to her records, dancing a little, and chit chatting here and there as we went about cleaning. We moved some paint cans around, organized some garden tools and all was going well, until my mother moved some small pieces of plywood that was against the stairs.
Simultaneously, as my mother decided to move the plywood, I was singing, sweeping, and moving along to the song, "Can't Buy Me Love". So, I really was not attentive to what was going on as my mother moved the wood. It happened too fast (at that moment) for one to comprehend what the drama was all about. So I am doing my thing; the music is playing, we were cleaning, and suddenly my mom drops the plywood, runs out of the yard, screaming as she dashes towards this field that was in front of our place. I (not knowing what the heck she was running from) dashed right behind her not daring to look back.
I could just imagine what the neighbors were thinking, watching two woman running for dear life and screaming. Of course, at the moment, I had not clue as to what I was screaming about. I just figured it must have been for a good reason, because the way my mom went about it I was not about to wait to find out what she was running from. So, I figured run and scream first then ask questions later.
So, finally my mom stops and I do as well. We were pretty far out in the feild, so I assume it was a safe zone. "DID YOU SEE IT?" Questioned my mom. "HELL NO! I did not see nothing but you screaming and running out. I was not about to get left behind. What the hell did you see?" Was my response. "A cockroach." Granted, cockroaches are extremely ugly and in no way do I enjoy seeing them, but for heavens sake the way my mom went about screaming and running, I thought she saw something that was life threatening. She about gave me a heart attack and I came really close to crapping my pants. For a cockroach?
I just stood in front of my mother with my legs wobbling and a droopy face looking at her. So I asked, "All this drama for a cockroach, mom?" "Yes. Now go kill it!" Ah hell no. Now I have to go back there and kill it? Cockroaches and I do not and I repeat, do not see eye-to-eye; we just do not get along. Now my mom wants me to go and kill it? Well isn't that something to brag about.
So, there I go walking back to my yard to do the deed. I get to my yard and I am cautiously looking for something to get rid of the roach. I did not want to go into to the yard unprepared, so I was hoping to find something within hands reach, but didn't. So, I took off one of my shoes and I proceeded. I am walking in very slow as I am stumped over looking down to see if I can find it. So far, nothing. So I decided to get a little brave and move the plywood and other things to see if I could get it to come out and nothing. For about five minutes, I was looking for this stupid roach and I could not find it.
As I was about to give up the search, the roach found me. Little did I know that the roach was crawling on the side of my steps making fun of me. As I realized how close it was to me, I jumped and ran with shoe in hand. I went a pretty good distance away from it and decided that I was gonna throw my shoe at it and hopefully get it. I was wrong. Oh was I wrong. I threw my shoe and hit the damn stairs instead, which caused the roach to fly, which in return scared the hell out of me and I got the hell out of there.
I thought to myself, this is not gonna happen. I do not want a roach in my hair whispering in my ear. So, I figured lets just call it a day. I told my mom that I got it, but for us to go inside the house. We then decided to call it a day and went in.
So, the moral of the story is that My mom and cockroaches, will surely give you diarrhea. I did not feel very good that day. My stomach was too nervous.
It was a nice, but warm summer day. My mom was outside cleaning and moving things around in the yard. Getting rid of things she did not need. I remember that my mom was listening to "Come Together", by the Beatles, on her 45's - singing and moving a long in her own little world as she got into what she was doing. I was quite bored with too much time on my hands and nothing to do, so I offered to help my mother out with the yard work.
Both of us were making progress. We were singing a long to her records, dancing a little, and chit chatting here and there as we went about cleaning. We moved some paint cans around, organized some garden tools and all was going well, until my mother moved some small pieces of plywood that was against the stairs.
Simultaneously, as my mother decided to move the plywood, I was singing, sweeping, and moving along to the song, "Can't Buy Me Love". So, I really was not attentive to what was going on as my mother moved the wood. It happened too fast (at that moment) for one to comprehend what the drama was all about. So I am doing my thing; the music is playing, we were cleaning, and suddenly my mom drops the plywood, runs out of the yard, screaming as she dashes towards this field that was in front of our place. I (not knowing what the heck she was running from) dashed right behind her not daring to look back.
I could just imagine what the neighbors were thinking, watching two woman running for dear life and screaming. Of course, at the moment, I had not clue as to what I was screaming about. I just figured it must have been for a good reason, because the way my mom went about it I was not about to wait to find out what she was running from. So, I figured run and scream first then ask questions later.
So, finally my mom stops and I do as well. We were pretty far out in the feild, so I assume it was a safe zone. "DID YOU SEE IT?" Questioned my mom. "HELL NO! I did not see nothing but you screaming and running out. I was not about to get left behind. What the hell did you see?" Was my response. "A cockroach." Granted, cockroaches are extremely ugly and in no way do I enjoy seeing them, but for heavens sake the way my mom went about screaming and running, I thought she saw something that was life threatening. She about gave me a heart attack and I came really close to crapping my pants. For a cockroach?
I just stood in front of my mother with my legs wobbling and a droopy face looking at her. So I asked, "All this drama for a cockroach, mom?" "Yes. Now go kill it!" Ah hell no. Now I have to go back there and kill it? Cockroaches and I do not and I repeat, do not see eye-to-eye; we just do not get along. Now my mom wants me to go and kill it? Well isn't that something to brag about.
So, there I go walking back to my yard to do the deed. I get to my yard and I am cautiously looking for something to get rid of the roach. I did not want to go into to the yard unprepared, so I was hoping to find something within hands reach, but didn't. So, I took off one of my shoes and I proceeded. I am walking in very slow as I am stumped over looking down to see if I can find it. So far, nothing. So I decided to get a little brave and move the plywood and other things to see if I could get it to come out and nothing. For about five minutes, I was looking for this stupid roach and I could not find it.
As I was about to give up the search, the roach found me. Little did I know that the roach was crawling on the side of my steps making fun of me. As I realized how close it was to me, I jumped and ran with shoe in hand. I went a pretty good distance away from it and decided that I was gonna throw my shoe at it and hopefully get it. I was wrong. Oh was I wrong. I threw my shoe and hit the damn stairs instead, which caused the roach to fly, which in return scared the hell out of me and I got the hell out of there.
I thought to myself, this is not gonna happen. I do not want a roach in my hair whispering in my ear. So, I figured lets just call it a day. I told my mom that I got it, but for us to go inside the house. We then decided to call it a day and went in.
So, the moral of the story is that My mom and cockroaches, will surely give you diarrhea. I did not feel very good that day. My stomach was too nervous.
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