The Rita Chronicles

It's Mothers Day, and to celebrate with all of you, Grandma J wants  to share her Mother's Day Post from Mothers Day 2009.  The Rita Chronicles.  Some of you probably remember some of the memories I've shared, but I'd like to reminisce because Mother's Day  without  Rita is like apple pie without ice cream, or lawns without sprinklers.

So, please take a few moments to walk down memory lane with me as I remember some of my fondest memories of Rita.  And, please let me know which episode you liked the best....or not.

The Rita Chronicles  here.

 Happy Mothers Day to you, and you , and especially you! 

XOXO  Grandma J

A Bit of Nostalgia

...some of the things they thought mom wanted or needed.

 

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Of course Mother looks good!  Who wouldn't after slaving away with all those appliances...especially the wringer washing machine. 

But before you go spending money on expensive appliances, a woman has to know how to cook.   That's why it's important that they have some lessons like Peggy did, about making stuff like real mayonaise.

Now if Mom is mature and ready for some thing dangerous luxurious....straight from a man's world, buy her a Chrysler.

.....or a Mercury because women want a car strictly for beauty and comfort.

That's why car dealers are offering classes for women ....but nothing too technical.

Just be careful  to take away those car keys and keep your distance if she's having one of her black days!

Now for a bit of mother humor from the past.....

Oh yeah, Mom looks like a party animal!!

The talk I'm glad my mother Rita never had with me.   Seriously.....whose mother did?
And lastly.......

Grandma J thinks her suit is kind of cute, but do you know a man or boy who would wear one of these suits?

Happy Mother's Day to all the blogging moms!!

and if I borrowed one of your photos, thank you.
 

A Gift Words Can't Describe


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Happy weekend, make the most of it!

Happy Mother's Day, Rita

Today it's all about Rita. She was the mother of five rowdy brats and I know my brother is treating her like a queen today.

Some of you know some of the silly and not so silly things Rita has done, but some of you don't. Here are the links to my posts about Rita.

The Rita Chronicles, Part I
The Sprinklers

The Rita Chronicles, Part II
Pumping Her Own Gas

The Rita Chronicles, Part III
Bus v. Rita Incident

The Rita Chronicles, Part IV
The Enforcer

Happy Mother's Day, Mommy...I love you and miss you!

*Here's a list of special freebies for all the mom's in Southern CA. See? Grandma J is always looking out for her homies.

THE PARTY'S OVER...
....evidently

When I woke up this morning, reality was hovering over me like....well, reality! I had been living a whirlwind, fairytale life for the last several weeks. Events swirled around me like the tornado that almost came close to my home.

Then there was Mother's Day when I was showered with gifts like "Forget-me-not" pajamas from Pooper, Beauty, and Little One, great book from my daughter in Colorado, Starbucks coffee, travel mug, brunch and a movie from my daughter and her family here in Texas, several theatre tickets from JJ and these from my son and his family.

Which shout, "Hello, it's time to say adios."

Then of course there was the time I spent offering support and tweezers comfort to these women, which, by the way, is ongoing. There were endless hours planning and organizing my Major Road Trip to see Cortney and Briana, leading up to the Major Road Trip Finale

So, with the air temporarily sucked out of my balloon, it's back to the daily nitty gritty of sleeping in and watching The View. Yesterday, I drove 56 miles round trip to the closest fabric store to me. And I bought this material to make two more soft furry blankies for the kids in the Pediatric Oncology ward.

My nose is to the grindstone, which must really hurt, to get these done this week. After that I'm free to start planning my next junket to Las Vegas, BABY!! And I may need your help.

MOTHER'S DAY

how it all got started or.........
Mom can I borrow your credit card? And your car?

No, that's what kids might say to Dad for Mother's Day. My children are all grown, with kids of their own. I miss getting the handmade gifts and the hand drawn cards. I miss the breakfast in bed with four little munchkins sitting up there with me, beaming as they explain which part of the smorgasbord they each made for me.

One year, when my kids were young, I got a really nice big American Greetings card that probably cost $5 with my gift. It was a huge card with flowers and glitter and all kinds of fancy extras. It was also a group card from all four kids. When I opened it, I saw that it was signed on the left hand side, below the pretty poetic verse, in large writing by my oldest daughter and my middle daughter. On the right hand side was a very detailed note explaining that their dad had given them money to get me a card, but my son and youngest daughter spent their money on candy instead. Below the note, way down in the corner, were my son and youngest daughters' initials. I still have that card!

Now, we really have these two women to thank for Mother's Day:
All I know is Anna Jarvis the mother, worked very hard to improve the health of the people in her community. She organized a Mother's Friendship Pampered Chef event to bring confederate and union soldiers together for a peaceful celebration. After her mother died, Anna Jarvis, the daughter, convinced her mother's church to have Bingo Night celebrate Mother's Day on the anniversary of her mother's death, and she campaigned for a national day honoring mother's. Because of Anna Jarvis' hard work, Woodrow Wilson chose that date for the national holiday....May 9, 1914This year, I am celebrating Mother's Day with my middle daughter and her family. All three of my daughters are super moms with wonderful husbands and perfect children, of course. My son had the wisdom to marry a gal just like his mom who is a wonderful mother too. Sometimes I wonder how one mom can have four kids who have all grown up to be so special.