Humor of the Day: The Top 5

Although one of my mother's favorite mantras is "life is not fair," I decided that in all fairness to my mom, I would dedicate this blog piece to her. Seeing that I dedicated a piece about her sister Frances, it only seems fitting that I would write about my mom as she turns 80 on April 28th.

Yes Mom, I did just publish your age for all the world to see.

Throughout the years, there have been numerous "Humor of the Day" episodes with my mom. And, as she reaches this milestone, I compiled a list of the past events that have made me smile or laugh. The list was very long and could fill many blog posts, so I thought about it and decided to pick my top 5 favorites. It wasn't an easy decision; there were many finalists. But, in the end, these are your top 5 "Humor of the Day" episodes Mom.

"Redheads Cannot be Redbirds"

When I was in first grade, I had the opportunity to be cast as a "Red Bird" in our school play. Thrilled to be cast as a "Red Bird" (and not the rooster), I rushed home to tell my mother the exciting news.

But, much to my dismay, my mother did not share my enthusiasm. Instead of running out to buy material for my costume, she quickly made an appointment to meet with my first grade teacher, Miss Searfoss.

At this meeting, my mother explained to Miss Searfoss that the one cardinal rule (no pun intended) of raising redheads is "Redheads do not wear red. Ever." Because the costume would clash with my hair, my mother requested (insisted?) that I be a "Blue Bird" instead.

I'm certain Miss Searfoss did not find this as entertaining as I now do, but it's safe to say that my Hollywood career may have been cut short because I wasn't allowed to make my debut performances as a Red Bird.

"Yes, We Have Towels"

This "Humor of the Day" episode occurred one year as we were making our annual summer visit to my Uncle Philip's farm in Canada.

Each year, as we approached the Canadian border, my father would recite the "Border Rules." And each year, he would say the following:

-"When we get to the border and the Customs official comes to the car, I will do all of the talking."

-"Everyone in the car shall remain quiet during the questioning."

-"Does everyone understand the rules?"

And each year, there would be a resounding "Yes" to his final question.

Yet, evidently, in this particular year, 3 of the 4 members of my family understood the rules. But, clearly, one family member did not.

Similar to the Passover question "Why is this night different from all other nights?" -- I asked myself "Why is this year different from all other years?" when I heard my mother blurt "Yes, we have towels" when the Customs official asked if we had anything to "declare."

Had it not been for the fact that my father simultaneously said "No" to the Customs official at precisely the exact moment of my mother's confession, this episode might not have been so amusing to me.

Nevertheless, none of us were amused when the Customs official had us pull our car over to the designated "criminal parking area" so we could be investigated further.

Suffice it to say that this was the last conversation my mother ever had with a Customs official.

" 101 Uses for Duco Cement"

As a kid, I never knew what to expect when I came home from school. It was always an adventure.

There was the time I came home from school and found my mother eyebrow-less and eyelash-less because she singed them lighting the pilot light on our oven. Or, the time I came home to a house smelling of smoke because my mother decided to burn her old checks in the fireplace, but neglected to open the "damper." Who knew you had to open the damper? (What's the damper?) And then, there was the time I came home and the glass piece from our coffee table was standing upright in the living room because my mom tried to lift it (despite my father' warnings of "never try to lift that glass") and discovered it really was too heavy to put back in place.

But, this "Humor of the Day" incident occurred one day when I came home from school and my mother excitedly showed me her artistic achievement of the day. In retrospect, it rivaled anything I've ever seen on Martha Stewart.

Growing impatient because my father had not yet hung a picture on the wall, my mother decided to take matters into her own hands. How difficult could it be to hang a picture on the wall she wondered. Not very difficult at all if you own Duco cement.

For those not familiar with Duco cement, think "Super Glue."

Being the perfectionist that he was, I was never quite sure if my father's anger stemmed from the fact that my mother cemented the picture to the wall --or --that she cemented it to the wall crooked!

"Please Write it Down"

When I was 13 years old, my family moved from the Bronx to North Carolina. While this was no laughing matter, I have a very vivid "Humor of the Day" episode that occurred shortly after we moved.

It was a brutally hot, summer day so my mother, sister and I went to an ice cream shop to get three cones. After handing us the cones, the waitress looked at my mom and said in a slow, Southern drawl "Ma'am that will be ...."

My mother, sister and I all looked at each other and wondered what foreign language she could possibly be speaking.

My mother replied "Excuse me, can you please repeat that?" Again, the waitress spoke a language that seemed foreign to us.

My mother looked at my sister and I and said "Do you understand what she is saying?" As my sister and I nodded our heads "no," we slowly inched toward the exit door. There was nothing good that could come from this potentially embarrassing situation. A quick exit might be in order.

After several more interludes of "she said", "she didn't understand," my mother said "I am sorry. I just moved here from NY and I don't understand your accent. Can you please write the amount down on a piece of paper?"

Emergency exit.

And, if my memory serves me right, the three cones came to a total of 35 cents. Now that's something to laugh about!

"Congested"

The final "Humor of the Day" incident that I chose to write about occurred one summer when my mom came to watch my kids. And my cat, Merlin.

I was at work when my mother called me and said "Merlin sounds congested."

"What does a congested cat sound like," I asked? She replied that he sounded stuffy. She went on to add that Merlin sounded like Philip did when his asthma flared up.

I asked my mom a few more questions and she said "Well, Merlin is sitting next to me, I am petting him and he keeps making a noise."

"That would be called purring, Mom."


Thanks for the laughs Mom and Happy 80th Birthday!!!

Humor of the Day: 1-800-Meat

This Humor of the Day post is dedicated to my Aunt Frances, who turned 95 years old on Saturday.

While trying to decide what to write about Frances, I thought about writing a touching piece about her remarkable life story --overcoming polio at age 2, dropping out of school at age 15 to take care of my mom (after their mother died), returning to night school, continuing on to get her Masters at Columbia, breaking her hip at age 93 and now back on her feet again -- or, I could write about Frances and an incident that occurred 3 years that still makes me laugh whenever I think about it.

I opted for the incident that occurred 3 years ago.

My mother and I went to visit Frances in NYC one Saturday afternoon. Because we arrived around lunch time, we had agreed that we would go to a nearby deli for something to eat. Frances told me that the deli was about 10 blocks away, but because it was Saturday and the deli was kosher, we should call ahead to see if they were open. Reasonable enough.

Frances got the Yellow Pages, looked up the number, told me that she would recite the number and I should dial the phone. As she started to recite the number, she said "1-800..." I immediately stopped her and said "Frances, I don't think you are looking at the right phone number. If the deli is only 10 blocks away, I doubt they have an 800 number."

Frances looked at the Yellow Pages again and said "That is the correct number" and she repeated the 1-800-number. Although it still didn't seem right to me, I dialed the number and in my usual fashion, I quickly handed the phone to my mother who relishes in talking on the phone.

My mother had no sooner said "hello" when her eyes turned HUGE, her mouth literally dropped open, she gasped and then said "uuhhhhhhh." She then ran over to me and put the phone up to my ear.

That's when I heard a woman's voice saying things that no woman should ever hear -- much less say. Although my mother seemingly wanted to keep listening, she hung up the phone and exclaimed "Frances, for god's sake...what number did you give us?"

Unbeknown to Frances, when she looked up the phone number for the deli, she actually gave me the number for a 1-800 "Meat Market." In non-kosher terms, this translates to a sex hot line. Not the kosher deli 10 blocks from Frances' apartment.

And while this was literally an eye-opening experience for us all, we not only learned that the kosher deli was open on Saturday, but evidently, the Meat Market does not observe the Sabbath either....lol

Happy 95th Birthday Frances!!!!

Humor of the Day: Penguin Pacer

I seem to have hit a real dry spell in my Humor of the Day posts. Since the "Night of the Living Dead," there seems to have been little to nothing that has made me noticeably smile or laugh. But, because I have "allowed" myself to rely on past events, I am able to make this post.

A week or two ago, my neighbor Laura offered me a part time job. I, the slowest of the slow of Penguins, have been offered a job as "a pacer." That job offer made me laugh. A lot.

For those unfamiliar to the world of running and/or racing, a pacer is someone who sets the pace of a race for the other runners. Serious runners use pacers in races; not-so-serious runners use pacers to train and "penguins" call upon other penguins as pacers when all else fails.

Because Laura is currently training for a 10k and because I run ever-so-slightly faster than her, she has offered for me to be her pacer. She even went so far as to offer to "pay" me to run a 5k race with her. This, according to Laura, will be the key to her setting a personal record.

Although visions of dollar signs flashed before my eyes, she then proceeded to explain that she would pay my race entry fee; however, I would not be paid on an hourly basis to prod her along as we run.

Despite the salary restrictions, I seem to have accepted the offer and am now proud to be among the elite few who can call themselves "pacers."

As I waddle ever so slowly ahead of Laura on the rail trial, I am continually assessing our pace and pondering if I am running too fast (doubtful), too slow (probably) or just right (hopefully).

My success as a pacer currently remains unknown. However, if Laura does ultimately set a personal record in the next 5k that we run, I foresee myself engaging in some serious salary negotiations with her ....lol

Humor of the Day: Night of the Living Dead

After a too long dry spell of "no humor," I can thank this old, out of shape man at All Sport last night for this Humor of the Day post.

While sitting quietly and rather motionless at the blood pressure machine (as instructed), I saw this large, old man, with a huge "spare tire" heading towards me.

He approached me and said "You don't need to speak to me, but you look like you have died."

Something told me this wasn't a compliment.

There were many thoughts that went through my head about how he looked, but I bit my tongue and simply replied "I am tired."

He then slumped over, contorted his face, closed his eyes and told me again that I looked "dead."

After his dramatic re-enactment of my deadly appearance, he explained that he was looking for a piece of paper and there are usually small slips of paper at the blood pressure machine. After rising from the dead, I handed him a piece of paper, he rambled on about my red hair and how I must be Irish. And then, he waddled off.

It wasn't until after my grueling spin class that I actually laughed about this bizarre encounter. I thought to myself "If he thought I looked dead before, he should only see me now....." lol