Mommy Belton
My mother was here with me over a week ago while I was sick. As expected, even though I cleaned my apartment before she came she cleaned it "more thoroughly" and took it as her job to nurse me back to health after a rather nasty bout with a viral infection that was going around. (There was a point where I thought I would never feel well again. I had it for two friggin' weeks.)
It was good to have Mommy around. We went to Fishlips and listened to Nat Dove and the rest of the fellas at the blues jam (including listening to my cubicle neighbor and The Californian's travel writer Mark Barna give his guitar a workout.) But since I was sick I wasn't able to parade her around town like I wanted to do. She had to settle for spending a lot of time with my cat, Shaggy, and sitting around with me, blowing my nose while watching super 70s soul musical "The Wiz" and the HBO film "Only In America" that bio-pic about Don King.
We sat through "The Ten Commandments" broadcast on TV. I'd never watched the thing before. (Um ... my dad runs the TV at home and it's sports-sports-sports-news-The Andy Griffith Show-telenovelas-sports-sports-sports-news-sports.) I couldn't get over the fact that Yul Brenner had a sideways ponytail and golden heeled sandals. Then I could get over wanting to stab Anne Baxter everytime she writhed on the floor and moaned "MOOOOOH-ZESSSS! Oh! MOOOH-ZESSSS!" Then giggled like drag queen gremlin in "Gremlins 2."
Yes. It was a very bonding mother/daughter moment, as we watched Chuck Heston lead his homies out of Egypt only to have them freak out the minute someone chipped a fingernail.
"What? There's no Starbucks in this desert or Pepperoni Hot Pockets! Oh, I am sooo going back to Egypt to worship jewel encrusted bovines!"
I turned to my mother and said, "Well, it's official. People were even stupid back then."
She agreed.
It was good to have Mommy around. We went to Fishlips and listened to Nat Dove and the rest of the fellas at the blues jam (including listening to my cubicle neighbor and The Californian's travel writer Mark Barna give his guitar a workout.) But since I was sick I wasn't able to parade her around town like I wanted to do. She had to settle for spending a lot of time with my cat, Shaggy, and sitting around with me, blowing my nose while watching super 70s soul musical "The Wiz" and the HBO film "Only In America" that bio-pic about Don King.
We sat through "The Ten Commandments" broadcast on TV. I'd never watched the thing before. (Um ... my dad runs the TV at home and it's sports-sports-sports-news-The Andy Griffith Show-telenovelas-sports-sports-sports-news-sports.) I couldn't get over the fact that Yul Brenner had a sideways ponytail and golden heeled sandals. Then I could get over wanting to stab Anne Baxter everytime she writhed on the floor and moaned "MOOOOOH-ZESSSS! Oh! MOOOH-ZESSSS!" Then giggled like drag queen gremlin in "Gremlins 2."
Yes. It was a very bonding mother/daughter moment, as we watched Chuck Heston lead his homies out of Egypt only to have them freak out the minute someone chipped a fingernail.
"What? There's no Starbucks in this desert or Pepperoni Hot Pockets! Oh, I am sooo going back to Egypt to worship jewel encrusted bovines!"
I turned to my mother and said, "Well, it's official. People were even stupid back then."
She agreed.
posted by Danielle Belton @ 11:26 AM
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