Sunday Sunday, that time of the week to sit down with my great mother a.k.a Rambo or
also goes by the name Al Capone and have a deep conversation.
This happened this morning when I got here for breakfast.
Out of the blue…” I love John Wayne.”
Me-thinking, where is she going with this this time, finally I say
“He´s old and outdated.”
Her-“He was the true cowboy, riding on his horse, smoking his cigarette,shooting
guns, crossing the prairies with all the snow and sun against him and with all those
Dad chips in, just to make everything more of a normal conversation
” He didn´t even leave the Hollywood studios for that.”
Mom ignores him and looks at me, now my heart beat starts to increase and she says
“What do you think?”
Her “Would you talk!”
Me- ” There was also gay cowboys.”
Her-“There are no gay cowboys. I have watched those movies since a little girl and they
were not any gay cowboys.”
Me- “How do you know?”
Her- “Because there just weren´t”
Me- “So you have no basis for that argument.”
Her- Slap on my head followed by “I said so, so I said so. Shut up and eat.”
Me- “You are a bit of a dictator, no, Castro?”
Her- “You want to eat lunch today?”
Jeeesus, nut job of a family I have. Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.