Alex and I made it safely to Mississippi, where, if it’s possible, it’s even hotter than it was at home. And it’s humid. Yet parched. Paradise!
This will have to be short because Alex is about to go swimming and I need to put the second coat of SPF 50 (yes, you read correctly – my child inherited his mama’s no-melanin-at-all skintone), but I wanted to at least check in.
And I did see my mother-in-law last night, who told me ALL about her recent trip to the beach (please do not think she actually went TO the beach. Oh no. She simply stayed in the condo and looked out AT the beach, and drove BY the beach, but why would you possibly go TO the beach, because, well, there’s all that sand and it’s just so damp and, well, your hair gets messed up!). I think my favorite comment – and I will confess to you that when she said this, my cousin Paige kicked me under the table, because Paige knew it would SO go on the blog – was this one:
“We drove down to the Crab Trap, the Crab Trap! But everybody says The Shrimp Basket is better but I don’t know we didn’t actually GO to The Shrimp Basket but we did go to a place where they throw rolls at you but the little boy? The one throwing the rolls? He knew I couldn’t catch one so he just reached around, just crept around and sort of handed me one. And the portions! Well, the chicken was THIS big and then the potato was THIS big and it was just more than you could eat even if you didn’t eat all day! And we went to this place called Norma’s and it was the best chicken salad I have ever put in my mouth and oh, the bread pudding, and they had three sauces: a whiskey sauce, an amaretto sauce and a lemon sauce, and we all agreed that the lemon and amaretto were the best because the whiskey sauce was just too much, just too strong. I only like it when it’s really cooked down, you know where it’s milder, but it was just too much. And you know. Whiskey!”
And just think. I haven’t even told you about her brake pad fiasco. But let’s just say that when you put Martha with a mechanic – well, the storytelling fun never ends.
Alex was so tickled to see ALL his grandparents last night – it really is so sweet – and I knew we were in Spoiled Rotten territory when I sat down for breakfast this morning and looked at Alex’s sippy cup that he had handed to Mama a few minutes before.
COKE. He had a sippy-cup FULL of “Co-Cola” at 8:15 in the morning.
Anybody think he’ll be buck wild today? :-)
hey soph & alex….sounds like u r having fun! love to hear the Martha stories! we on our our way home- had a great week! xoxo
Did A. have Cheetos for breakfast to go with his Co-Cola? ‘Cause that would be a true Southern Grandma’s Breakfast Of Champions for Grandkids. :)
It’s already 91 degrees here in Northeast Arkansas at 11:40 am, and the heat index is 99 degrees. Lovely. It’s probably just as lovely there. ;)
Will there be any pool pics?
The visual of your cousin kicking you under the table and you mentally jotting down each. and. every. word. Is just to much! I wanna meet Martha! Think she’d like to visit Savannah in July? ;-)
I have officially added you to my list of people who should write a book. Sarah and you. That’s two. So far. You’re so Bombeckish it’s scary!
Hilarious. Really. Except for the heat, which I know you can’t stand.
Yes, if you wrote a book, I’d buy it.
Enjoy your visit!
Oh now see…girl that’s how I got hooked on Coca-Cola…my mom started me young on that one. Not sure if I ever drank formula at all to be honest with you! LOL!
Sounds like fun? You’re having fun, right? As for me…not a beachmama. I’m super white also and only freckle when I get some sun. My hair gets the frizzos and I hate shaving past my thigh! LOL! And shoot…it’s just plain hot!
Have fun!
I love reading about your mother-in-law. I can hear her talking when you write about her.
Ugh, my little brother is living in Mississippi AND New Orleans (He’s in construction) and he keeps telling me horror stories about the heat and humidity. I am in Los Angeles and we hear it will hit 110 this weekend…It can get pretty humid here too…Not really looking forward to THAT. :-)
Sounds like you are having a great time! My parents are the king and queen of sippy cups full of sugary beverages, so I completely understand!
You’ll have to tell us how your day went :)
Heather
Well i would not know how hot it is in Memphis because I have not left my desk today. i am sure it is very sticky and hot. Let mother spoil Alex…she said Beck and Houston ate her out of house and home. Beck was just flat out fat when he got home.
Boomama (I know your name, and I STILL think of you as Boomama! I’m hopeless.)–how about you and I get together and write a book? Wouldn’t that be so much fun! I don’t know what we’d call it, maybe Boomama’s in the Midst of It, or In the Midst of Boomama[‘s Presence]. It could be so very fun, and if you could cook for me, then I’d supply you with a never-ending fountain of diet Coke. Think on it . . .;)
This is too funny. I have an MIL named Martha, also.
Oh Yes!! Martha is genuinely exactly the way Boomama describes her!! Belly Ache Funny!! Boo has enough stories to fill up a book right now!! Can I have an autograph? Much love to Paige from me!!
Gotta love those Mimi’s and Papa’s! We get some good stories too when Grandma Twyla comes to visit. She’s supportin’ a good Memphis accent. I love it!
So all I really want to know is – have you ever given your MIL your blog address? Does she read what you write? I have to know.
How in the world are you finding time to blog? We had a ridiculously full day and at 10:30 I think I could just pass out. Well, except I’m trying to read your blog and laughing my head off.
I would definitely (sp?) buy a book by you and Sarah. It would be a funny, inspirational, Southern cookbook I think. =)
Marty, Marty, Marty. How I DO love a Marty story. I just wish all of these people could hear your impersonation of her (or better yet, hear the ole gal herself). By the way, I am SO in agreement with the whole book thing. You are way more talented and way more funny than those Sweet Potato Queens.
Your mother-in-law reminds me a bit of my Aunt Vesta Belle (pronounced VESTERbell). And my Aunt Mary Lou. Your capacity for remembering everything Martha says(or at least filling in the blanks convincingly) is impressive.
Good luck weathering the dial-up. I only recently left dial-up hell myself. It’s much better on this side.