Nov 25, 2005

5 reason I love my family of origin. . .

Because they get on your career-case about why you are not moving to Haiti to open a free clinic.

Because instead of sending a "happy holidays" card they send long transcripts of bizarre nightmares that include horrors like waking up in a tract house in Pasadena that smells of old lady perfume.

Because my 87-year-old grandma always has a perfect pedicure and a cute boyfriend.

Because my mother, knowing there are an awful lot of Republicans sitting around the table, insists on playing "Kill the Infidels" at Thanksgiving dinner.

Because they praise me and think I'm really smart when I know what day it is.

3 Comments:

Blogger Suburban Turmoil said...

Your family definitely rocks harder than mine.

My mother and stepfather were actual front-row-seat, frantically clapping members of the audience on one of Rush Limbaugh's TV shows.

My father came to my wedding reception, told me my grandmother had died two weeks prior, and left.

My brother is in trouble with the law for fraudulent Beanie Baby sales on Ebay. Now that's just sad. At least fraudulently sell something COOL, dude!

8:23 PM  
Blogger ariel said...

Fraudelent Beanie Baby sales on Ebay?! That is most most excellent. You should be a country singer fer sure. That rocks exponentially harder than mine.

9:02 PM  
Blogger Patty B. Gud said...

5. My youngest brother at age 46 lives with my mom of 84. I call that social security.
4. I am one of 8 siblings - a grand old Irish Catholic family.
3. We don't get together often as we are all over the country - but when we do, we still know how to par-tay. Farting and burping are still great forms of entertainment.
2. None of us has ever been convicted of a crime.
1. When I came out to the family - they all proudly embraced me and dashed my fears of rejection and homophobia.

7:40 PM  

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