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paraphrasing: >They don't forget, ever<

I wasn't aware you'd met my Mother. Although her red hair is now white as snow now, her mind (and memory) are in original condition. I'm still, on occasion, to be reminded of the pain of childbirth.

Really, this group needs to have a get together. How unfortunate we're strung all over the globe. I'd love to fry up a lot of chicken (I know, but REALLY we could indulge just once) and kibbitz over dinner.
 
Ah, Sandy,

What can I say?
Yes, I was aware of the double entendre when I wrote it. This is a group of adults, with the few non-gay members being, without exception, possessed of a sense of humor.

Instead of snarling back at PeteK and starting another flame war (number 900 and counting) since the Austin incident when I told his racist friends they were in the wrong, I tried to inject a note of humor.
Failed.
Fine.
This is the sandbox. Not Imperial and not Deluxe. If PeteK wants to spend his time looking for ways to be offended by me, he will find them.

Frankly, I have had it up to here with the false piety and oh-so-easily-offended attitude of the Far-Right Christians around here. Should Robert post guidelines forbidding even the mildest of double entendres, then I shall adhere to his guidelines. Until then, I think we can all just grow a pair (of testicles, big, hanging, low, furry: Symbolising the ability to live and let live) and get on with our lives.

OK?
Please?
 
Well..

And you and YOUR "pair" can just acknowledge that we all acknowledge what YOU do, and well...golly...wtf were we talkin' about, anyhoo? ;-)
 
Me offended, highly unlikely LOL

Double entendres are great used sparingly in context and preferably once however the times of late you've used veiled or cryptic reference about your cock size to make an illustrative point appears calculated and begs the question why other than to emulate the media by using sexual titillations of a personal nature in order to boost your sagging ratings with the gay male audience here. Regardless better to nip it in the bud before it also becomes another permanent feature of your ever predicatable ranting and raving.
 
My Father's family was full blooded East Berlin Germans. My Mother's are black Irish and Pennsylvania Dutch.

Mom and her family never forgives or forgets. She and her sister had a falling out and didn't speak to one another for 27 years.

With this mix, and considering all my siblings and myself are scorpios you can see where our terrible dynamics comes from.
 
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First off let me say thanks for all you all that have shared your crazy family holiday stories..they have made me feel somewhat better.

I come from the ture white trash family..my first cousin is also my half sister ( you may have to draw that one out on paper). Anyway up until about 3 years ago I made the pilgramage to east Tennessee. The celebration was held at whomever got or had the newest trailer. One year one of my cousins got a new sofa for his new "trailer house"...it was the front seat from a '72 GM pick-up...another year we all got to see real success at my sister/cousins'...she had just purchased a coustom mobile home with his and hers potties in the master suite(yes that's is correct his and hers..they faced each other). And my favorite was the last year I went for Thanksgiving..that year my one of my cousins deep fried the turkey...of course that was after the 30 pack of PBR (Papst Blue Ribbon Beer)..he forgot to put the rod in the bird before he dropped her down in the hot oil...after the bird was done he dug it out of the kettle with a shovel..and of course it rolled off the card board box he was going to use to drain it on....they really thought the dirt and grass added a nice flavor...thank goodness he was still sober enough to get two other family members to pee on the small grass fire that started after the hot grease splashed on the deep friers burner...then...(yeah..I know..there's more...and the family wonders why I live so far away)...to keep from getting the white carpet dirty..my cousin moved the dinner to the metal carport...it was probably 35 degrees that day..but hey...she ran extension cords and pluged up space heaters...after dinner we washed all the disposal dinner ware for next year....after years of these kinds of holidays it's wonder I'm not an acholic. After the turkey in the dirt incident in 2006 my other half and I plan dinner at home..we invite friends and folks we know that have either no family or no place to go for the holiday. We use the good china and silver, cloth napkins....we offer wine..have yet to have a request for PBR.
I used to think holidays meant one had to be with family..as I've aged I've learned..the people we love and care about are family..or at least I consider them family. I had a wonderful holiday...I hope everyone elese did as well.
 
Washerboy

What a great story.

This year, though I did manage to stay away from all my family some did call.

My Great Niece that I raised until she was three then her father sobered up and wanted her back. He ran off with a Manly-woman twice his age so when he died unexpectedly at 39 from a heart attack, the Bull-woman kept my niece and adopted her as her own.

Now said niece is of reproductive age and met up wit this horn-dog-meth-using freak. She was ordered by the court, SRS, and Two attorneys to get rid of him or she would never get her baby back from custody. So she married the little #%*& this weekend. My Niece, Great Nieces biological mother said the wedding pictures were beauitful.

They were married by the Justice of the Peace or in their case the Judge on duty at the courthouse. Once they sid I Do, the Sherrif arrested the groom (for only the third time in the month of November). The wedding pictures show the bride and groom side by side with the Sheriff standing behind them hanging on the the handcufs.

I was so touched, I could cry. I tell you I could just burst with pride.
 
Gosh-

Some of you have such interesting families!

For years, our family reunion was on Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving weekend......

The most controversial one was when I brought my then boyfriend, Patric, to Thanksgiving, and he insisted on arguing politics with Uncle Charlie, a devoted, if "live and let live" Republican, sensible about money, and don't give two hoots what adults do behind closed doors (the type of Republican who seems to be vanishing!) To get Pat to shut the heck up, I kissed him then and there.

There was a moment of silence, and then a round of applause!!!

Patric and I stayed together another few months, then he moved out of state.

I am very lucky to have the family I have. However, my friends can be a bit more fun.

The food at our Thanksgivings tends to the bland, (we ARE WASPs, after all.) It wasn't until I started helping with the cooking that we had any garlic, fresh herbs, and salt and pepper on the pureed squash.

Lawrence/Maytagbear
 
if familes are a problem....

Avoid them. My wife and I spend every holiday alone together, and it is awesome.

Don't deal with difficult siblings and parents. Why? I'm all for NOT being one of the 'me' generation and just letting ... stuff ... roll off my back. But, there are limits.

If you are not fortunate enough to have a partner, consider the kind you want and hang out in places where you might find them.

Ultimately life is too short to spend it with people whose goal in life is to make you feel small.

Hunter
 
"Ultimately life is too short to spend it with people w

Thank you Hunter for that... such a great line and so true too.

I have some in my family who try to do that... I used to get upset and hurt, now I just am puzzled - WTF are they really trying to do??

As I am getting older, I realize that some people need to tear others down to feel good about themselves. I just don't get it.
 
As Holly Hunter said in, "Home for the Holiday's, I am only 12 yrs old and i have no rights". Family dynamics can take a toll. alr2903
 
Ba humbug??

My mother whom I miss dearly,commited suicide on Christmas day,1974.Ever since then,I have had serious issues with this time of year. I ran away from home after her burrial and blamed myself for her death. she had told me all about her demise and made me promis not to tell a soul or she'd never talk to me again.Before that,I loved going shopping during the year,not during the rush everybody else did.I would begin the day after Christmas and find a lot of things on sale buying them for different friends and family members and putting them under my bed or in the upper shelf of my walk in closet all wrapped and tagged with the "from/to" tickets.I also made tons of home made cookies and filled tins with them.If the receivers would return the tins to me before the New year,I'd refill them and send them back!

Now,I get real melincolly and retract myself from crowds.I don't participate in sending cards,I don't go to any parties and try to get a vacation set up to flee from home and go where there are folks who ,like myself,don't wish to celibrate.After all is said and done and the New Year celibrations are over,I begin to relax again and folcus more on everyday life.I don't hold the celibration and gatherings against anybody else and really,truly hope I colud feal comfortable and celibrate again but never feal comfortable enough to return there.The pain and anguish that Mom's death placed on my most inner soul has taken all the joy I had in celibrating the birth of Jesus Christ and sharing my unconditional love with others. Most of my closest friends who witnessed the drama and sorrow I had to live with understand this and except it for what it is. Others see it as a selfish,balsfimous,hatefull attitude and have either taken me off their list of friends or always try to change my attitude by trying to get me to come over and have some eggnog and sing Christmas carols. The last time I tried that,I wound up in the ER with an empty stomach I filled with 300 100MG phenabarbital tablets.By the time I got there,they had all desolved and I went out like a light for 5 days.That was back in'81.Since then,I have been completely cured of epilepsy through experimental brain surgery and no longer take phenobarbital.That doesn't mean I don't think about it anymore, I just try to keep myself from dwelling on it like I used to and avoiding the celebrations helps a lot.
 

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