Inappropriate, but hilarious!

It was that time of the month. No, not that time of the month, silly…that time when the Five Sassy Mamas get together to catch up on the latest news. The Five Sassy Mamas are a funny and wise bunch, each a smidgen over 50 years old.

Last night, we met for drinks and appetizers. We greeted each other with niceties and the obligatory hug. As soon as we sat down, we got down to business – the ordering of drinks and taking turns bringing everyone up to speed on our lives.

The conversation was entertaining and one discussion led to another. Then it happened. One of the Sassy Mamas brought up her upcoming medical “procedure”. Let’s just say, the procedure is unpleasant and is recommended once a person reaches 50. Knowing the others had gone through it before, One knew she would receive sound advice for that dreadful day.

At first it was quiet, then suddenly the table erupted with laughter. The knee-slapping jokes and one-liners were told at amazing speed. There was no stopping us. The chuckles were contagious.

The discussion started something like this, “I don’t know what to expect, how do I prepare for this thing?” and “should I bedazzle the area?” “would it be too much if I strategically placed a friendly post it with HEY THERE written on it?”.

Mama P chimes in and suggests drawing an arrow directing the doctor to the proper place, just in case. Mama L adds her war stories, “Prepare yourself for all the farting you will hear from the other patients around you. It will be everywhere.” What the…?! One is definitely not ready for that!

Mamas J & K, not wanting to be left out, explain the procedure is not the problem, it is the prepping at home that will be the nightmare. The thing One recalls from their comments is, “there will be major cramping and make sure you are within inches of the commode”. Really?! Good grief.

We could have closed the place down, but it was almost 9:00 pm and for One, that is bedtime. It could be said, One feels better about what is coming her way because if these Sassy Mamas can endure such discomfort, so can she.

Laughter is the best medicine!

Penne or Farfalle with Shrimp

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serves 2-3 adults

Ingredients:

  • penne or farfalle pasta  (I prefer fresh or gluten-free)
  • extra virgin olive oil
  • 3 cloves garlic, chopped
  • 1 c. cherry tomatoes, halved
  • 1 lb. shrimp (med size)
  • chopped basil
  • crushed red pepper

Directions

(meanwhile boil water for pasta, cook al dente, drain)

  • heat olive oil in sauté pan
  • brown garlic, remove
  • add tomatoes and 1/2 of the basil, sauté  approx. 10 min.
  • add shrimp, cook 5-10 min
  • pour over drained pasta
  • garnish with remaining basil
  • sprinkle crushed red pepper (to taste)
  • add more olive oil if necessary

Buon Appetito!

Thought for the day (in September)

Shipping the last child off to college is an awkward time. It is awkward because the space you have occupied the last eighteen years has changed and evolved into something foreign. This isn’t a good or bad thing, simply something a mother experiences. To boil it down to one sentence, you’re connected to your children via a virtual umbilical cord from the time you push the seven pound (if you’re lucky) cherub through your loins to taking pictures of excited teens before senior prom. Then they’re gone.

A scene from the movie, Bridges of Madison County comes to mind. Francesca, wife and mother, is in the throes of a steamy three-day fling with Robert, a photographer in town for a short time. In the scene, they are having a conversation wherein she explains her emotions and why she must end the relationship. (you may want to have a tissue handy.)

“Robert, please. You don’t understand, no-one does. When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you’re expected to move again only you don’t remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself.”

I know, I know, a little dramatic but a powerful statement, nonetheless.  For the record, I am not having a steamy affair with a photographer or anyone else for that matter, but I am a mother who has shipped her last child off to college.

Jack.

Two months after creating this blog, named SheLaughs, my family experienced an unexpected death. I have not posted recently because how in the world could I write something that is humorous while feeling sad. But it occurred to me as I was drinking my morning coffee, the memories that continue to play in my mind are those of a very funny man and the hilarious times we had.

Jack was a family man in every sense, married to my sister, father to four adults, grandfather to seven, and great-grandfather to one.  He was your typical working stiff – committed to fulfilling the duties and responsibilities at work. Just as important to him were his responsibilities at home. I don’t think there was anything Jack enjoyed more than spending time with his growing family. For his alone time, he relished going to the local Circle K for his cup of coffee and reading his newspaper at the kitchen table – the simple pleasures. Jack may not have had the luxuries some are lucky enough to enjoy, but he was rich in character.

At his celebration memorial, friends and family came to offer their condolences and share their stories. Witnessing his kids join together to create a beautiful memorial made my heart swell. My niece said to me, “we want to do this so my mom does not have to worry”. However, the most memorable moment was when my nephew delivered his speech. The speech was eloquent, heartfelt and my nephew was poised the entire time.  Jack would have been proud.

Grieving ebbs and flows and everyone experiences it differently. In time, the sadness will be replaced with laughter because Jack blessed us with funny memories we will recall, reminisce and re-tell.