She actually thought I had been kidnapped!

Any of you reading this are probably wondering about the strange title i have chosen for this particular post. Well in the tradition of my trip to Little Rock i decided i wanted to post about something fun and silly that I had either done or has happened to me and I chose this particular story.

The cast of characters for this particular story is myself and my mother. Now there is some background I have to tell you before I get to the jist of this. First off I have sprint pcs phone service. Sprint service works at my parents house but not in the little town they live near because my parents live on a mountain near the interstate and town is at the bottom of the mountain by the river. Several miles from the interstate. This is very important in what happened this fateful day.

The other piece of important information is that I absolutly adore Betty Butterfield. You can see her site here http://www.mmmhellooo.com/ . Betty is this old medicated and insane church woman and is just a hoot! I had recorded my own version of betty's voice on my voicemail. The message went something like this......."Mmmmmhelloooo! I am so sorry I can't come to the phone right now because, oh my god, I have been kidnapped by a bunch of anti-cementic ( yes cementic not semitic) Jew hatin' Christians! *cry* *deep wheezing breath* I will call you back if I live." Now I know this message was wrong on many levels but as I stated in my 101 things about me post I am Happy Bunny. Also anyone who knows me knows how MUCH I love Betty.

On this fateful day I had gone into town for my mom to get some things from the store. I had come into town for my niece Lauren's 3rd birthday. It was gorgeous out, early spring and somewhat warm, I had decided to take my dad's truck to town instead of my 4x4 Bronco II. Now after finishing my shopping for my mother I decided I had time to stop at one of my favorite old bookstores in town. I am just browsing minding my own business when the front doors bursts open and in rushes my mother. Now you have to understand as I turn around I feel like a deer caught in headlights because i have no idea why my mother would be coming into this bookstore shreiking "Oh My God there you are!" She then proceeds to go "thank god you are ok", and "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ON YOUR VOICEMAIL?" I explain that mother it's betty remember the old church lady Dad thought was so funny on your last visit. Well she doesn't buy it, says she doesn't remember and what the hell did I think i was doing scaring her that badly. I also told her my phone did not work in town if she remembered which she finally did. At this point goes "well my god i have to go call your dad and tell him you're OK!" and just flies right back out the door jumps in her Jeep and away she went.

Bless their Catholic and Baptist hearts, they actually thought that their Jewish son had been kidnapped by a bunch of Jew hatin' Christians. In a way it is very sweet. But as i sit here writing this out I am smiling ear to ear. In the end I don't know who was more embarrassed my mother or me.