Well, my grandmother was at a restaurant and wanted a drink and it went kind of like this:
Gma: Can I have a small glass of Barfs
Waitress: What?
Gma: Barfs. The drink.
Waitress: I don’t know what that is.
Gma: Barfs…isn’t that root beer? I want some Barfs.
Waitress: Barqs Root Beer.
Anyone is free to share crazy mom stories here.
A maybe correction on the quadriplegic potential tenant, she did not actually use that word I remember in her emails but said she was totally disabled and in a wheelchair I remember. Quadriplegic is how I would interpret that, I feel it is important to maintain the integrity of these anecdotes because none of this is fictional.
grude’s mother once filed a complaint about filing complaints
My crazy* mom story:
Me- “Mom, Jeb Bush–” interrupted
Her- “I don’t want to hear it. All I know is that I’m not voting for Obama again.”
True story. Took place recently. Eternal facepalm.
But Grude’s stories aren’t to interact with us. Seems to be just a release for him. Much better suited to a blog, I agree.
And, really, is anybody finding these stories ‘funny’, or even amusing? I think they are sad, in the extreme. And Grude’s still needing to relate them, after she’s dead and gone makes me think HE could benefit from a little therapy. Posting them, one after another,on a public message board? Also a little sad, in my opinion.
Please consider a blog.
Hang in there, grude. Regardless of what you do here, it does take time to work through things like this.
If you disapprove of what Grude is doing, why do you think him doing it in another manner (blog) is any better?
Agree. Plus we’re getting an idea on what made grude grude. I just wish after surviving all of it he was in a better situation today.
I like grude’s stories. Please keep them coming. Yes, they’re often sad… but I still laugh, usually. And I get the feeling that talking about it is good for grude.
I remember when **Sampiro **posted stories about his eccentric mother, everybody wanted more. He and grude are just doing what standup comics do.
Francesco Martuliano, writer of Sally Forth and artist of Medium Large has this blog page of conversations with his dad.
My mom had a sort of crazy situation. She never got her driver’s license until she was 60-something, after my dad died.
The reason? When she went to take her driving test at the age of 16 she was understandably nervous. There was a long line at the testing center, so she was reviewing the manual. The car in front of her moved up a few car lengths, and her father barked at her to move up. She drove forward too fast, then stabbed at the brake, hitting the gas instead. CRUNCH.
So, she put off her test for the next forty-some years!
Was grude’s mom a member here?
If not, then what you are suggesting is equivalent to eliminating the Pit and about half the threads in MPSIMS.
Not gonna happen.
I like the stories. I always like stories about bad or crazy moms; it makes me feel not so alone out there. What would you rather have in its place, this is a message board for us sharing, and it’s MPSIMS, please stop trying to stifle all discussion.
I love the firewood story.
I’ll tell you a story about my mom which stung at the time a lot but now just seems silly.
I didn’t know it at the time, but I was born to the youngest sister in my family and adopted by the eldest. Before I found out, my real mom used to come over and visit. I was told she was my aunt (so basically all the relationships reversed).
Well, one of my chores as a young teen was to fold and put away the laundry. This time I did it and I confused my bio mom’s and my adoptive mom’s underwear and mixed them up. They were both huge white cotton things.
My adoptive mom freaked. I mean, carrying on, yelling, screaming, drama. She didn’t talk to me for three days, telling me I had no consideration for her. It got to the point where my dad, who never so much as spoke up to my mom, told her she was being irrational.
Now I see that she was worried -no, terrified -about her place in my life. But I had NO IDEA why she was freaking out over a bunch of misplaced underwear!
Talking about these incidents is like drawing poison from a wound. Other people chuckle sympathetically and a little bit more of the bile has gone away. There is nothing wrong with talking about it, it helps.
Ah, what a nice way to say, “Go away.” I’ll have to remember the next time someone is telling me something I don’t care about so I can tell them to just post it in their blog.
Please consider not bothering to read this thread and just let Grude have his say. Would it harm you to do that?
And to be honest, it can be helpful to hear someone say that yeah, it was your mom who was crazy. Sympathy can be nice.
Having worked for a phone company, I’m amazed how often I see this happening. Someone calls in to find out why their bill was so high, and it ends up being overage for minutes, data or somesuch. As soon as I recommend moving to a larger plan, they get suspicious and accuse me of trying to get more money out of them and how we are a terrible company that overcharges their customers. Well… that last bit might have some truth to it, but either way, would you rather spend $60/month or $600?
Otherwise, I’m enjoying the stories grude. Keep 'em coming!
My mother chased me up a tree when I was six. Stunned me to no end. I hadn’t any idea they could do THAT. I thought they lost the ability as they got older…
Please continue as you see fit, grude. I would contribute but my father’s stories don’t come out funny. They are just short and end with him yelling about my disrespectful attitude over some perceived slight I gave him. I guess the funny thing is I didn’t respect him - but mostly because of his irrational and insecure outbursts about perceived disrespect. That and his hypocrisy.
I like grude’s stories.