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Recently, I did a blog about my mom attending a Neil Diamond concert in Cleveland, which has landed me in hot water with my mother.
http://www.doodlekisses.com/profiles/blogs/transport-needed-to-get-...
As I do with all my mom blogs, I sent her a copy and went about my business. Today, I spoke with her on the phone and the conversation did not go well. Her first concern was that I did not send it to her in the right format. Even though, I send all emails exactly the same way to her by copying and pasting any additional information, every now and then she informs me I did it incorrectly. I have resorted to copying and pasting because she is never able to open an attachment and again that is my fault, not hers. This time she swore I enlarged the copy and made it too big for her to read. Keep in mind this is the same person who ended up with 32 sets of another blog, because she kept hitting the print button over and over again, hoping that eventually the unobliging printer would finally say, “oh, what the hell,” and start printing. Luckily, there is a secretary that helps out in the computer room where my mom lives, and I am sure that lady goes home every night and has a Martini or two.
When I spoke with my mom she was strangely not upset about the fact that I said Neil Diamond had a receding hairline, or she was a bad singer, or she walked slowly, or we wanted to stuff her in a crate, or she might be a stalker, or that we did not like the concert, or we wished she would take up dramatic acting. My mother was upset because I left out a few details, she disagreed with some of my memories, and she thinks I am wrong about who attended the concert with her. While I was on the phone with her, I felt a little like Kitty Kelley must feel when someone like Nancy Reagan or Elizabeth Taylor gave her the “what for” after she published one of her unauthorized biographies. During the conversation, it got so bad at one point, that I had to remind her that no one was playing the part of Charles Boyer in the movie Gaslight and trying to drive her insane.
Several of her concerns were that I did not mention my nephew and his friend are tagging along with my sister to take her to the concert, that my sister is flying in to meet her, and that my niece is driving her to the concert. She didn’t actually use the words “sue or libel,” but she all but implied her lawyer will be contacting mine and I am probably out of the will, again. All this is due to the fact that she is convinced my daughter and husband did not attend the concert with us. When I tried to tell her that libel meant I was trying to give a negative image of her and most of the points she did not mention (see above) or take offense to, fit the definition of libel much better than the minor points she was referring to, which I felt better fit in the category of “who cares?” her feathers got ruffled.
So, before we appear before Judge Milian on The People’s Court or she insists I hire a fact checker for all my mom blogs, here are some facts I would like to submit into evidence, in case any of you need to appear in court along side me.
Luckily, my mom had already concluded that this sister was the one she would force invite to take her, and once again the oldest and youngest sisters got off scot-free and the middle sister now has more ammunition for her theories in the future.
Finally, I threw another relative under the concert bus and told my mom to ask one of my nieces to take her and pay for her concert ticket. Problem solved, but we think this is just the beginning of more to come.
Lasers were invented in the 1900s, and it wasn't until 1970 that they were used to replace traditional lights.
In closing, she did state repeatedly that she has seen him perform twenty times and we think this helps cement our case. Every venue is different, so there is no possible way to know what he was wearing at a particular concert, when you have seen him that many times. We, on the other hand, have seen him once. Also, while she was looking at Neil Diamond and oohing and aahing, I was looking around for an escape route and taking in all the little details. Finally, for those of you who say there are two sides to every story, may I remind you that my mother does not own a Doodle and is not a member of DK, so you will just have to take my word for the facts in this case.
P.S. Last I heard she was tearing apart her storage unit to find the ticket stubs to prove she is right. Since I was not aware that a ticket stub provided the entertainer’s concert attire, number of guests, shape of the stage, or if laser lights were indeed used, I am not sure what purpose this serves, but it seems to be making her happy. Meanwhile, I can’t help but be thankful that this relentless desire to always be right has somehow skipped my generation.
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Lauri, I swear the highlight of my trips to Doodle Kisses is to see a blog from you. I LOVE your short stories, dare I say remind me of Janet Evanovich in her Stephanie Plum series, I believe your mom and Grandma Mazure may be married. If you haven't read JE's books you have to read the SP series, you will laugh out loud!!!
That's fortunate now : )
F, no such luck. She was more the opera, symphony, and musical theater type of person!
Deanna, your mother didn't happen to go the concert in question? I hope not for your sake or Laurie might send you to search the archives for the trial.
On Mondays, I babysit my 17-month-old whirling dervish granddaughter, and I barely have time to use the bathroom, let alone spend any quality time on DK. So, once again, I'm late to the discussion! In my family, this whole episode would be a "non-issue". My mother was an obsessive scrap booker and kept every ticket stub, program, hotel receipt, newspaper article, etc. for every event (both big and small) that she ever attended or participated in. She painstakingly chronicled every detail - who was there, what was eaten and by whom, how much was spent, etc. Accompanying each entry were prints of the slides taken by my father. My parents actually had an entire wall of built-in cabinets in their bedroom to house these scrapbooks. When my dad died and we had to move my mom into an assisted-living facility, the scrapbooks were boxed and moved to my house. Thus, the aforementioned five sheds I have on my property. Okay, to be fair, the scrapbooks only take up room in one shed! Anyhow, any dispute similar to the one you're having with your mom would be easily solved!
Anyhow, good luck with your up-coming trial.
I have silently but greatly enjoyed both of the blogs pertaining to the Neil Diamond concert, but I must come forward with an admission: I love Neil Diamond, too! And, I, too, saw him in concert about 30 years ago.
Perhaps I should file a "friend of the court" brief--I personally can attest to the craziness a Neil Diamond obsession can elicit. Though I never threw hotel room keys or undergarments on the stage, I, a normally extremely reserved and dignified person, did sing and yell and scream in all the excitement.
Laurie, if you happen to have the _front_ cover of the "Hot August Night" album, I think posting it would explain a lot. He was seriously cool!
Nancy, I think to spy for my mom :) LOL
Jennifer, LOL and thank you!
Mimi Linna, Thank you!
again...I have to say.. I love your blog posts.
Awesome Laurie! I hope they take plenty of pictures! I hope your stalker sister doesn't get you into more trouble than you create yourself!! Good luck in court-we are all on your side!
Is Vicki here to witness, to spy, to verify truths???? hmmmmm Since I asked her to put in a good word for Ned to be Fudge's valentine tomorrow, I will think positively. And, she does need to borrow Fudge and Vern for a profile pic.
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