Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Laughter is The Best Medicine

Well, I'm back in the saddle again. The Christmas Holiday went splendidly well. The Man and I put the MRD (mildly retarded dog) into the doggie spa. Then, we drove to my parents' house for the holidays. I did some last minute shopping on Christmas Eve and was blessed with Doris Day Parking all day (front row space).

Then, off the the family party. We do "the Tree" on Christmas Eve with my Mom's side of the family. Various and sundry aunts, uncles, cousins, etc., arrive with food of all kinds and we pig out. We used to all bring all of our gifts and open them all at once. It was fabulous chaos. But, the family got so large that it ended up being to much of a fire hazard to continue. So now, we eat ourselves silly and watch other family members play dominos.

Now, keep in mind that my mother's family is populated by Baptists and a few Pentecostals (sp?). We also have a few preachers. The last two matriarch aunts - 80 and 83 respectively - do not drink. So for some 60 years everyone else has pretended they don't drink either. Well, what we usually do is drink wine before hand and then "hide" when they get there. Silly, I know. This time, my father had just poored a glass of wine when the doorbell rang. It was one of the aunts. She smiled and came in and I laughed at my Dad and said "where's your respect?" He said "Oh, hell, I'm 72 years old, I give up". Well, then everyone just let it all hang out.....cousins were filling what looked like Giant Big Gulp cups full of chardonnay. We stayed late and laughed a lot. So much so that our faces hurt because we smiled and laughed so much. It was the best party in 20 years. The Man, who is a recovering alcoholic, attibutes us to finally "coming out of the closet" and letting the wine "grease the skids".

Anyway, The Man and I drove back to our hometown on Monday. We were both sleepy. Not in an exhausted eye-burning way, but in a cozy flannel pajama kind of way. We picked up the MDR and laughed all the way home about our party. We got unpacked and were still chuckling when I check our voice mail.

I told The Man, "Hey, we got a message from your parents that they are in town. They stopped by to say "hi" but we weren't here. heehehee..They went on down the street and are staying with your sister." The Man said "They drove five hours on the off chance we would be here?" Hahahaha, that's crazy."

hahahahha....we snickered...good times...hahahhaaa...hahehehehehehehhahahaa

ha....ha...huh??????

THEY ARE HERE????

AAAAAACCCCCKKKKKkkkkkkkkkkk.....

And gone is that nice flannel pajama feeling.....it is replaced with panic.

But it still was the best party I've been to in 20 years.

10 Comments:

Anonymous TB said...

Welcome back. Sounds like great party. Nothing like 32oz plastic cups of chardonnay to loosen things up. What a trip!

5:35 PM  
Blogger wordgirl said...

There's nothing quite like finally being able to be WHO YOU ARE with family that makes the holidays so great. I know that you know what I mean.

10:02 PM  
Blogger Ditsy Chick said...

Nothing feels as good as letting your hair down after 20 years. I hope the in-law visit went well...

and yes, welcome back.

10:17 PM  
Blogger Tink said...

Happy Recovery! Dixie Cup drinking is the best. There's nothing more ghetto fab then drinking Chardonnay out of something that says "Quickie" on it.

5:59 AM  
Blogger DebbieDoesLife said...

Interesting group. Do the Pentecostal people wear dresses and fall on the floor every now and then and speak in tongues?

Its nice when you feel you can be yourself around your family. The people you are supposed to love the most.

7:09 AM  
Blogger Shrinking Violet said...

The Pentacostals don't do their "thang" in front of the rest of us. Nor do they have long hair or eschew makeup.

Thankfully, I "HAD TO WORK" thus eliminating me from the in-law visit.

10:46 AM  
Blogger novaks8 said...

I always thought it odd that the only time they speak in tongues and all that is while in church.

we are Episcopalian and if you sing louder than usual you get odd looks!

I always imagine standing up and screaming "AMEN" "PRAISE JESUS"
just to see my fellow parishoner's reactions!
lol

12:21 PM  
Blogger Shrinking Violet said...

Okay, if you really want to know the reason why they don't speak in tongues all the time is because....the Bible says there is no point in speaking in tongues unless there is someone who can translate. That usually takes place in the context of the church. So basically, it would be inappropriate and a waste of a "talent" or "gift" from God to go around spouting off all of the time. I grew up Baptist. Applause was only given for something like the big time.

12:55 PM  
Blogger wordgirl said...

My church, Christian Church/Disciples of Christ is like mixing Episcopalian with high Methodist. Very, VERY high church. We don't kneel(except when a kid takes his or her first communion) but we take communion every week. All ministers (men and women) wear robes with vestments. We don't drink wine at communion, but we do sing the Gloia Patri every Sunday. There's never any clapping. EVER. Jesus could come down and sing a duet with the Virgin Mary and there would be total silence after. As a recovering Baptist,it's the one think with which I take issue.

1:28 PM  
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11:17 PM  

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