Dia del Madre
Manolo says, the Manolo he reminds you that your mother, your darling sainted mother, she is waiting by the phone for you to call and express your gratitude for giving you the sacred gift of the life.
Does she not deserve also, at the least, the flowers, and maybe the box of the fancy lad chocolates?
What? Are you not grateful?
Yes, you will show up on the Sunday afternoon to take her to the Steakhouse of the Outback for the pseudo-Australian meat-fest and deep-fried onion, but is this the blooming thing that she would really want?
Is not your affection, expressed with the simple, traditional gift and your most heart-felt love preferable?
The Manolo he reminds you, you are not the Eminem, you love your mother, be nice to her on this the most special day (after your birthday) on the motherly calendar.
Outback Steakhouse!
Eminem!
Que maravilloso es el Manolo!
No blooming onions for MY Mom! Beautiful yellow roses…she has Alzheimers and yellow roses are a memory she still remembers from her wedding, long ago.
Thank you, Manolo, for a lovely (and hilarious) post!
I just hope my own spawn will remember that I am very fond of orchids.
I sent my beloved mama — whose shoe collection rivals only the Manolo, I’m sure — the bouquet of the flowers, proving once again that even though she is the Imelda, I am not the Eminem.
But Alice Springs Chicken washed down with a Walla-be-darned? That is the heaven.
Oy, the Outback. The Mama recieves only the best blooms, from a local florist NOT the 1-800-Flowers. The online florists do not have the personal touch.
I love my dear sainted mommy! I get to see her this weekend for the first time in months!
To truly honor the woman from whom I stole my first pair of classic alligator pumps and perfect ballet flats, as well as her vintage Coach handbags and not-so-vintage Vuitton, I had to get her these (click on Collection):
http://www.chocochocohouse.com/
Precious and delicious. Almost too sweet to eat…almost…
The mothers of Tuvalu thank you Manolo!
hugs.
My oh my, how I hate them Fancy Lads!
No, I think these are what I would like – they are ambrosial!
http://www.woodhousechocolates.com/
This post by The Manolo, it has caused me to make the Laughing Out Loud! Not the Eminem, indeed.
Kate!!! Thanks so very much for the link to the chocochochhouse. tomorrow I will order a few of their items for mi esposa y the other girls! thanks so much.
“Yes, you will show up on the Sunday afternoon to take her to the Steakhouse of the Outback for the pseudo-Australian meat-fest and deep-fried onion, but is this the blooming thing that she would really want?”
This nearly killed me. Thanks! I need the laugh today. :)
I agree whole-heartedly with Ninotchka. The Manolo’s mention of the Steakhouse of the Outback made me laugh out loud in my office….again. Hilarious.
As for my ma, I will be taking her (as well as my fiancee, my sister and my pa) to a San Francisco Giants game at the most fabulous park to watch a game of the baseball…Pac Bell Park. Hot dogs, beer and garlic fries all around! I’M BUYING! WHO’S IN??!?
(trust me, ma couldn’t be happier about this)
oh the manolo, your are a good child. but do you not recommend for the madre the most super fantastic shoes for the day of the mother?
I liked your post, but just wanted to tell you it’s “la madre” and in Spanish it’s usually “Dia de las madres” (plural). Cheers.
Oh – I am so thankful for the Manolo! For the Mother – she wants only the world famous and familial egg dish coupled with the Mimosa for the Mother’s Day Brunch. I clean, I cook, I bow low before the Mother that continues to amuse and support the Daughter even throughout the most tedious of days. The Mother, she made some very interesting comments to which I replied in somewhat frosty language. She giggled uproariously and said she was glad to see she could “still get my dander up”. In fact, I just wrote her a little ditty after that silly little spat with the Mother and the Daughter (to be sung to Yankee Doodle Dandy):
I’m Your Dander-waving Daughter,
Dander-waving do or die
A real live Wonder-gal is what I am!
Born to create all the time!
I’ve got a Dander-waving Mommy,
She’s my Dander-source of Pride
Dander-waving is my job
Just like my darling Mommy
I’m on a Dander-waving ride!
If you have shoes to wear during this flag-waving parade, please do advise. And thanks for a wonderful laugh. Enjoy the Mother of the Manolo yourself!
Best, Kimberley
Hummm…. You’re making me rethink my big box of Tupperware….
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Clearly, the Manolo, he has a wonderful madre.
May the mother of the Manolo have a marvelous mother’s day, full of many Manolo moments.
the Manolo fan
Of course we gave Moms a silver locket with a picture inside of my sister and I when we were little girls (circa 1960s); however what dear Moms wanted was to get her car serviced. So I took it to the Jiffy Lube on Saturday morning and got her car the deluxe special! She was sooooooo happy.
AskMom, she says to all the wonderful children out there of every age who made Mother’s Day a fiesta of traditional happiness: THANK YOU. We are so grateful for the flowers, the chocolates and the cards with the birds, suns and hearts. And we gave those same adorablly sappy indispensible things to OUR moms, your grandmas. Trust AskMom, when you are a mother you will want things to be just the same! Love and hugs to the Manolo, who is almost as perceptive as AskMom’s own sons :)