strange little band of characters
10 September 2009
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These words by Erma Bombeck come so close to describing the dynamics in my household that I have to share them:
"The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together." – Erma Bombeck
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ABSOLUTELY love the late Erma B. and LOVE THIS toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo death! We totally could swap houses! p.s. thanks for popping by my bloggy-woggy. p.s. i have a buttload of shampoo and cream rinse hidden, if you need it!
what fun! in pretoria we used to resort to elaborate schemes to scare the shit out of each other during extreme periods of bordom!
BOREDOM!
sounds like my family, too.
can’t believe i’m posting this, because oh the years and years of therapy. we lived in a hundred-or-more-year-old house when we were kids and the upstairs bathroom was always f’d up. so a plunger was routinely parked on the floor, very near the toilet for these f’ ups. … so, never failed, who ever ended up being the one to use the plunger would then chase everyone else around the house yelling ‘PLUNGER GERMS!” Now consider how much boys like to fart and make jokes. Imagine the shit end of that stick. I had three brothers. To this day, whenever I buy a plunger it is theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee most decorate one I can find, I hope I never have to use it, and I hide it in the bathroom lower cabinet. Scary the shit of out each other as kids must be how we all got to be such strong albeit crazy adults, Jeff.
That is a great peice of writing and so true, although I think I am still trying to figure out the thread thing.
our first house on the outskirts of pretoria had slate floors. my sisters and i would have water fights in the house, starting with handfuls of water, then glasses full of water, then working our way up to huge pans of water drenching everything in sight. as long as we mopped up, my parents didn’t mind. keeping in mind … at that time there was no television in the country at all, and (of course) no computers yet. we became very creative with our entertainment.
oh, my gosh, jeff! you and your sisters invented the “slip and slide!” you all still get royalty checks, right?!?!?
i wish! i could sure use them right about now!
jeff, i’m also trying to figure out, what with the slate floors and all, how you guys didn’t “bust your heads open so your brains spilled out.” that’s my new coined phrase from my 6-year-old grand-daughter about the steep stairs in their new house, as in, if we fall on these stairs …. and yet, when she said it, i could totally see she was wondering what “spilled brains” really look like. p.s. we all have a secret p.o. box somewhere full of “royalty checks” we didn’t even know we were getting … and then we live a life and realize that, the royalty checks really weren’t what made it so … yeah, i know, that didn’t work in thought or process because no one in their right mind is going to go, “Oh, those royalty checks?!?!??! Don’t need them now, after a fashion. Give them to someone else.” (but i tried)
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