"Thicker than Water" Category
crease this...
I don’t own a summer house, a cottage or a vacation home…but if I did own any of the above, ironing would not be done there. Why the hell would you iron in a place of relaxation…you’re on vacation for chirst sakes…relax, let your hair down…no one cares if you have tiny wrinkles in your clothing….the way I see it, everyone else looks like crap – why not join them.
I bring this up, because someone I know owns a cottage and they iron their clothing when they are there. When asked why, why would you iron at your cottage…the answer, possibly the best answer ever….
“How else do you get the creases in the sleeves?”
AMAZING x 2.
Even better…the response…“I haven’t ironed in 35 years, I’m not about to iron on vacation.” HAHAHA…I love my mother.
Been There...
A message sent from one of my readers…
Message: At the advice of someone very close to my heart, I finally found my way to your blog! A great read, very funny stuff! Sounds a lot like my own life: crazy, but in a good way!
Now for some advice (yes, I am a mother) about finding a job. My number one, sure-fire, no fail method for finding a job: Pound the pavement. Forget the newspaper ads, the internet searches, the FYI emails from controlling friends and family. The ONLY way to find a job is to put yourself out there. Go door to door, possibly beg, and if all else fails – bring on the tears. I know this sounds a bit 1965, but it probably wouldn’t hurt to beocme a blond, if you’re not one already. Although, with a name like Sissy Larue, I’ll bet you and Lady Clairol are bff!
I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that if – and when – you knock on the right door and actually find a job, your life as you know it will definitely change. During your time of unemployment, or ‘reflection’ as I think you called it, I’ll just bet you slept later, read more, caught up on the soaps and the new cast members of the View, checked out the best on DVD since 2007 and probably got used to all of it in a heartbeat.
Isn’t it great to live in pajamas until it’s time to get that daily Starbucks fix? Even better is when you settle for Tim’s Drivethru and you don’t even have to make the effort to lose the pajamas and actually get dressed. (We all know how tiring dressing can be!) Getting back on that work horse will certainly be a challenge (read ‘rude awakening’) but you can do it. All you really have to do is get up earlier, close the book, turn off the tube, return the DVD’s, get dressed and … listen to your mother!
Happy Thanksgiving...
So here’s the thing about family – love is what holds you together…no matter what, they love you and you love them – they are all you get in life…however, my family is slightly crazy and i feel like a hostage half the time I’m with them…but I know love is what keeps me here…
Thanksgiving 2003…
My sister, was away at University and she needed a ride home for Thanksgiving dinner…everyone’s favourite holiday…a holiday of reflection and stuffing…
My brother went to pick her, her dog and her laundry up…I wasn’t in the car but from what I was told – Walter, my sister’s dog, threw up and she promised to pay to have the car detailed…Upon arriving home with said sick dog, 10 garbage bags of laundry, and her happy self, she refused to pay my brother any money…this is where the drama started…
My sister and Walter were in the shower (I know – weird, but he had puke on him) when my brother decided that he should spread all of her laundry all over the back yard…he was pissed…he had dog puke in his back seat…clearly this was the only option to deal with his anger – dump 10 trash bags of clothes all over the back yard – way to go buddy, that’ll get her to fork over the money…get a life – she’s not that weak…My sister got out of the shower and was running around the back yard in a towel….that’s right a towel – that girl has no shame…yelling and screaming at my brother…that pissed him off even more…He finally grabbed her purse, took her wallet and booted it onto the roof….yes, the roof…because if he couldn’t have his money, neither could she…
My mother had spent days getting this frigin meal ready – so that we could all come together as a family and reflect on the things that we are thankful for…That woman thinks the best of her children and thinking they can behave for one meal is her real dream…She should probably get a new one.
Anyway, There were some tears – mainly my mother…name calling, yelling and hysterical fits of laughter…My sister got dressed…My brother was forced to go on the roof to look for the wallet…My sister made Walter apologize…really, this is my family…
Finally the wallet was found, the laundry was in the house, the dog puke had been cleaned and we were all friends again…Then the fire started…oh yeah, a small oven fire…clearly no one was paying attention to the food during all this drama and the yams went up in flames….After they were extinguished we all looked at each other and started to laugh…That’s how a fire saved Thanksgiving 03!
Lessons learned…Yams under the broiler need to be watched at all times…family is forever, even if they are a little nuts!