The Flying Battery Hits the Bullseye

Last night, I was looking through pictures from the Easter gathering that my family held and I couldn’t stop smiling.  I’ve been blessed with a wonderful family and seeing their bright smiling faces, brings me joy.  I wasn’t there to celebrate Easter with them, but the photos help me to still feel connected to everyone.  One picture in particular stood out – one of my cousin Slim and his family.  Growing up, I was super close to my cousins Slim and Sunshine.  They are the same age and I’m older by 2 years.  The three of us had many wild adventures growing up.  Well, as wild as 3 sheltered kids could have in the ‘burbs.  Did you read about our party line antics here?  Mixed amongst the fun times are the two fights that Slim and I got into.  Not bad for a crew that was as thick as thieves and around one another 24/7 for 2 months straight every summer.  Let me tell y’all about one of those fights.

Back in 1991, my Grandma turned 65 years old.  To mark the milestone, Mama TDJ and her 5 siblings decided to throw her a big party.  Since Slim, Sunshine and I were the oldest cousins, we wanted to make some kind of big contribution.  I was 14 at the time, and they were 12.  We decided to create a photo book for her, including pictures of all her living siblings, each of her children along with their spouses and children.  It took us a few weeks to pull it all together and the bit of stress associated with the project had the three of us a little tense.

By party night, things had reached a fever pitch.  In the “green room” as we waited for my grandmother to arrive, Slim and I bickered as if we were 4 and 2, not 14 and 12.  Sunshine tried to play the middle, but neither of us was hearing her that day.  The party was beginning in less than 30 minutes, we’d taken tons of pictures and were planning to take just a few more during the party. Our final project before heading downstairs was to take a picture for the last page of the book.  We decided to make it of us 3, since we were the oldest grandchildren.

My auntie, Slim’s mother, came into the room to let us know that Grandma was en route.  Sunshine and Slim posed on the couch, while I got the camera ready for Auntie to take the pic.  Dang, dead battery.  I searched through my little purse for more batteries but couldn’t find them.  I distinctly remember dropping two batteries in there, but they were nowhere to be found.  From across the room, Slim began talking trash.  I wish I could tell you exactly what he said, but I can’t.  I can tell you just how much his words enraged me though.  So much in fact, that I snapped.  Yep, way before the Lifetime series, I snapped!!  The fingers on my right hand finally met the smooth, cool surface of one AA battery in the dark recesses of my purse.  In the blink of an eye and without any warning, I grabbed it and hurled it across the room at Slim.

Now, in case I’ve never mentioned it, my hand eye coordination is horrible.  Truly laughable, as a matter of fact.  I’ve never been good at Pac Man, old Atari games, or anything related to sports.  I stopped tossing things to people because they would land in bushes, toilets, sewers, etc.

I suppose the devil guided my hand that night, because I hit Slim squarely between the eye, on the bridge of his nose.  The battery smacked him with a resounding THUD, followed by his screams as he hit the ground while grabbing his face and writhing in pain.  The scene felt surreal because he was the only one moving.  His mom, Sunshine and I were frozen in place.  Shock is too mild of a word to describe what I was feeling.

Had I really thrown a AA battery at my cousin?  And had it really hit him?  Y’all know that I’m the loveable, non-violent type.  Yet somehow, he had gotten under my skin and I snapped.  After a few more seconds, we all awoke from our haze – Sunshine started crying, my Aunt ran over to Slim to check out the injuries, and I proceeded to change the dead batteries in the camera.  Yup, sure did.  Walked over to him, tossed out an, “I’m sorry Slim” and grabbed the battery from the floor near where he lay on the floor.  Dang MrsTDJ.

I know, I know.  Cold, right?  I just needed a few seconds to get my thoughts together. Once I finished with the camera, I gave him a hug and a real apology.  Realizing that I could have blinded the poor boy, I teared up a bit myself.  He accepted my apology while a knot the size of Mount Vesuvius grew from his head.  And yup, we took the picture anyway.  My Auntie zoomed allllllllll the way out on purpose, but if you look closely enough, you can surely see the lump upside his head.  Oops!  That photo album still lives at my Grandma’s house in her dining room and if anyone pulls it out, the story will be told and greeted with rounds of laughter as if it’s the first time anyone has ever heard it.  Gotta love family!

Y’all ever snap and physically go off on someone before you could stop yourself?   Please tell me I wasn’t alone.

Put Your Ears On, Grandma

I talk about my grandmother, LuLu, from time to time.  She’s a natural comedian and she doesn’t even know it.  I’ve written of her theories regarding of my aunt turning into a criminal here, her thoughts regarding the shady 2006 election here, pedophiles riding on buses here and her love for pork chops and gravy here.

I called her this past Sunday because it was her 84th birthday.   Here’s what happened:

LuLu:  Hello?

Me:  Hi Grandma!  Happy Birthday!

LuLu:  Harry who?  No,  you got the wrong number.

Me:  **raising voice one decibel**  No, Gram, it’s MrsTDJ.  I said, Happy Birthday.

LuLu: You gonna have to speak up ’cause I can’t hear too good.

Me:  **raising voice another decibel and speaking very slowly** H A P P Y   B I R T H D A Y!

LuLu:  Reggie, take this here phone and see what they want.  I can’t hear nothing.  Silly folks playing on my phone.

Shuffling and muffled sounds, as I wait for my Uncle Reggie to pick up the phone.

Reggie:  Hello?

Me:  Hey Unc!  It’s MrsTDJ.  How are you?

Reggie:  Hey babygirl!  Can’t complain.  How are you?  How’s baby boy TDJ?

Me:  Everything is good and he’s great.  I’m just trying to wish Grandma a happy birthday.

In the background, I hear:

LuLu:  Who’s on my phone Reggie?

Reggie: It’s MrsTDJ, trying to wish you a happy birthday.

LuLu:  Well why is she talking to you then?  Don’t be wasting all that long distance.  Gimme the phone.

**sigh**  More shuffling and muffled sounds, as I wait for my Grandma to pick up the phone.

LuLu:  Hello?

Me:  Happy Birthday Grandma!

LuLu:  Oh thank you baby.  It’s after 6 in the evening though.  Why you just calling me now?  My birthday is almost over.

Me:  Grandma,  I’ve been calling all day.  You refuse to get call waiting, so I’ve been getting busy signals all day.

LuLu:  Oh, you right.  Ok, I’m gonna let you go so we don’t tie up the line anymore.  Love ya, gotta go!

Click.  Dead air and me just sitting there, holding the cordless phone.  Love you too Grandma!

For her 80th birthday, we bought her a brand new hearing aid that she r.e.f.u.s.e.s. to wear?  Why you ask?  Because, “I can hear too much stuff!”

Are any of your grandparents still living?  If so, how often do you talk to or see them?

Conversations with LuLu

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Tuesday, 10/27/09, 8:31pm

(conversation between my grandmother and I already in progress)

LuLu: That computer that ya’ll be carrying around?  That’s a laptop, huh?

Me: Yes ma’am, that’s a laptop.  Why do  you ask?  You want us to buy you one?

LuLu: (chuckles) Heavens no, chile, I even hate this cordless phone ya bought me.  I’m just wondering why dem two pilots from that plane lied about using ’em for a couple of hours.

Me: I don’t know ma’am.  I mean, I suppose it could be possible that they were so focused on . . .

LuLu: Let me stop you there chile.  They were focused alright, but it won’t on no little computer.  Two thangs – they was either fruity boys getting right friendly or they was getting high on some kinda dope.  That’s it!  Don’t no other cockamamie story even make a bit of sense!

Me: (drops the phone and cracks the h*ll up)

My Grandma Should Be On a Stage

Some of ya’ll out there know my Grandma LouLou in real life. I wrote about a funny conversation that she and I had here. She’s a pistol and she should be a comedian on stage somewhere. But, she’s never actually trying to be funny. She just tells it like she sees it and in her 81 years here, she’s developed a comedic timing that could rival the big boys.

A little background on the conversation that we had over the weekend. LouLou has six children. Our conversation centered around her oldest son. We call him Uncle Phil because he looks like James Avery from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Uncle Phil and Aunt Alice have been married for over 30 years. Aunt Alice happens to be white. Not an issue as far as the family is concerned, but it’s essential to the story. After living in upstate New York all their married life, they’re moving to rural North Carolina this month. Over the last two months, while they put their home on the market, packed, visited NC, etc, they’ve been hard to reach. So, this is what LouLou had to say about the whole thing:

Me: Have you talked to Phil and Alice lately?

LouLou: No. I call and they don’t call me back.

Me: Really? That’s not really like them.

LouLou: I think Alice got a plan.

Me: A plan?

LouLou: Hmm hunh. You know I love Alice right? She’s a good daughter in law. But yesterday, I was watching that Lifetime channel for women. You watch that channel?

* chuckling lightly to myself *

Me: Yes ma’am, sometimes I watch Lifetime.

LouLou: That’s a good channel – sad sometimes, but still good. So anyways, I was watching and I got to thinking. I think that all this not calling back and stuff is part of Alice’s plan. She gonna take Phil down to that little town, where they don’t know nobody, kill him for the insurance and we won’t know for months. Then, after she kills him, we won’t even think nothing of it when he don’t return the calls. She’s setting up a pattern.

Me: Huh? You think Auntie is going to kill Uncle Phil?

LouLou: Well, like I say, I love her and she’s been good to me, but you know how them white women are. They kill their men. And sometimes for no good reason at all.

* silence as I try to control my laughter *

Me: Gram, I’m pretty sure that Auntie is not plotting to kill Uncle Phil.

LouLou: Umh hunh. Ok then, I’m not gonna tell nobody else, but you remember what I say. Come July or August, after it’s all said and done, they won’t even be able to find no evidence of the crime in the woods out there. I knew it first.

Me: Isn’t it past your bedtime?

LouLou: I know you think I’m crazy sometimes, but you better mark my words. I know how them white women are and if you don’t, you need to watch a little more of that Lifetime channel for women. They’ll explain it you real good, in a bunch of ways. Good night baby.

Me: Good night Gram.

What more can I say? I love her dearly and she cracks me up.