Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Equal time...Equal Love

Yesterday's post was so popular, I felt it was only 'fittin' that I write about my other son, Tom-boy. (Why yes, I'm Southern, why do you ask?)

When Tom-boy was born in 1974 (I had him when I was 10), it was smack dab in the middle of the tornadoes that nearly wiped out Huntsville, AL. Right when the first one hit. Omen?

His first word wasn't mama; it was Golf. I've told relatives that if I ever had an emergency, don't call Tom, call an ambulance. If he happen to be on the back nine, I'd be one dead woman.

But does he love his mama? I can honestly say YES, and big time; and more than golf, although I jest. His hugs make my heart swell with pride, and his smile can light up a room. He has such a great sense of humor (he IS my son, after all) and he uses it. On me.

Tom-boy is a practical joker and one thing he loves to do is jump out at me whenever I least expect it, just to see how high old women can go. According to him, and after the laughter dies down, Olympic pole vaulters are wimps compared to me.

I found a way to cure him though. See...Tommy is deathly afraid of spiders. Neverrrrrr should have admitted that to me.

To give him a taste of his own medicine, I tiptoed in his room one day while visiting the grandbeauties. Placing a rubber BIG, HUGE spider on his arm, I then called the grandbeauties and my daughter-in-law to come watch the show. I whispered, "Wanna see how high Daddy can jump, girls?" To which everyone nodded with glee.

Tom! Tommy! Wake up honey! What's that on your arm? Oh my gosh! Wake up! Wake up!

We're still looking for him.

Don't mess with yo mama...I made you, I can send you into orbit.


Blogger Ann and Dennis said...

Since I am not one of your kids, or grand beauties, I am so happy that I am one of your friends.

10:15 AM  
Blogger Queen Jaw Jaw said...

You may be happy about the friendship, but I'm ecstatic about it. And besides, you can't get rid of me once I latch on. I'm worse than lent.

11:48 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Ann and Dennis....I've known Her Queenliness for years now and I can vouch for the lint thing. She does hang on - and I for one am mighty glad she does!

"Friend For Life" ??? Oh yeah!

JJ good that you gave Tommy equal doubt he knows enough of your secrets that he'd be dangerous if you hadn't been equitable with the blogs!


3:16 PM  
Blogger Queen Jaw Jaw said...

You've talked to him, haven't you? He lies...Pinkie swear. And you knowwww I don't.

3:29 PM  
Blogger Chatty Lady said...

I just love the get even spider trick. I am all for paybacks and practical jokes. Your handsome boys look so much alike and like their mamma. It is easy to see you did it all ALONE, no male needed, LOL!!! I love having sons too but must admit always wanting daughters. Oh well, maybe in my next life!

5:41 PM  
Blogger Ruth said...

Yep, they both favor you as well as each other. I love the get even thing.

7:43 PM  
Blogger Queen Jaw Jaw said...

Chatty, I think me, you, and Ruth are cut of the same cloth! We don't get mad...we get um when they least expect it. Ain't life fun!

Thanks for stopping by, gal. Hugs around the room

8:21 PM  
Blogger Robin said...

You are twice blessed!

9:46 PM  
Anonymous Anne said...

What a fun story, JJ. I'll have to try something like that on my son - to get even for all the tricks he played on me when he was growing up... Many of which he's only now 'fessing up to.

Apparently I was fairly gullible.

'Course, to do your trick, I'd have to get him to leave the State of Georgia and come back up North...

Unless you wanted to pay him a visit? He's in Augusta, BTW...


10:40 PM  
Blogger Queen Jaw Jaw said...

Robin and door is always open to yous guys...see? I can talk Northern. Anne, I make house calls...for a fee, of course. Gimme address; he'll never know what hit him.

6:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My youngest son likes to talk about things that make me gag (I gag easily). It just cracks him up.


1:39 PM  
Blogger Queen Jaw Jaw said...

That a BOY thing, Dianne, they ALL do it. Annoying little buggers!

2:24 PM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home