posted on December 17, 2000 09:17:31 AM newplus c'est le meme chose.
You know how, after being out of the house and more than 500 miles from it for, oh, 25 years, you forget how wacky things were....and then suddenly you're transported back through the Twilight Zone?
Sigh.
About a week back, I phoned my mother's house when I figured she'd be out so I could ask my brother the colors of her bedroom. I did in fact get him on the phone, got the colors ("green and purple" - actually sage and raspberry), and told him repeatedly I needed the info for Mom's Christmas gift and NOT to tell her about our conversation or that I called. My brother is 35, has more college than I do, a steady job, and no mental impairments.
Ten minutes after we hung up, my phone rings: it's Mom. "Your brother told me you called and wanted to know the colors of my bedroom for a Christmas present." Sigh. Cat being out of the bag, I told her - not yelling (BTDT, doesn't do a damn thing), just exasperated - that I'd told my brother not to say anything to her. "Oh, now you've made him all all upset. He has a cough, you know," she says.
He has a COUGH? Which makes him not forget to tell somebody something, but instead forget to NOT say anything?
Sigh. I'd actually considered giving them WebTV for Christmas, but then I figured it'd be cruel to inflict them on other Ebayers, either as bidders or sellers
[ edited by HartCottageQuilts on Dec 17, 2000 09:19 AM ]
posted on December 17, 2000 09:29:04 AM new
HCQ...I live 3,000 miles from my siblings and I really miss my brothers. However, that's just about the right amount of distance for me and my sister!
posted on December 17, 2000 01:16:20 PM new
HCQ - I am laughing with tears here. Are you sure you are not Italian?
That is how all the mama's treat their precious boys.
I know.
This is why I married Irish.
posted on December 17, 2000 02:03:22 PM new Last Christmas, I called and asked my 45 year old brother to look in my mom's corner cupboard for me. She collects English Abby stoneware, and I wanted to know if she had a Gravy Boat. I also sent him the eBay auction with the picture of what I was wondering about.
I got a quick email that no, there was nothing like that in the cupboard. So, I bid and won the Gravy Boat.
posted on December 17, 2000 07:31:55 PM new
Oh yeah.
Neither of my sisters so much as dated an Italian man either.
We'd all had enough.
They would come sniffin' around and I would say straight in their face - "forget about it, I know all about you."
The Greek are even worse, and in trade, they are even prettier than the Italians.
posted on December 17, 2000 07:43:49 PM new
The funny thing about my mother's propensity to cover for my brother's every delicate sensibility is that she used to get furious when my grandmother (her mother-in-law) would cover my father in the same way. Mom would go on forEVER about how Grandma spoiled Dad. Listen, Grandma had nothing on Mom.
It's not an ethnic thing, either; Mom's Polish/Alsatian and Dad was old Yankee stock.
james, early on I developed an "adjective filter" when dealing with answers of the sort my brother gave, so I knew exactly what he meant when he said "green and purple". I thought my filter was gender-specific - necessary only with straight men - but then I (a) hitched up with my gal, who has trouble discerning between black and navy, and (b) ended up raising an artist son who for his birthday asked me to dye canvas panels "not paprika, not Venetian red....more of an antique, Chinese lacquer red, warmer rather than cooler" (I got it right, BTW). Funny thing, my boy's girlfriend is a photographer - who works only in black and white
posted on December 18, 2000 05:46:59 AM new
I love Italian woman and plan to marry one (Jeanie)next spring. Think about Sophia, Gina, etc. As for Italian men, well they don't do anything for me.
Humanity I love; it's people I can't stand
posted on December 18, 2000 06:23:21 AM new
Thanks,
Hoping to do better the second time around. A few mwmbers of her family mentioned something about cement shoes if I screw up. Nice of them to offer new footware.
Last Christmas, I called and asked my 45 year old brother to look in my mom's corner cupboard for me. She collects English Abby stoneware, and I wanted to know if she had a Gravy Boat. I also sent him the eBay auction with the picture of what I was wondering about.