Sunday, November 21, 2004

Nancy! What's Wrong with Your Son?

The other day I was wandering around at work, listening to the voices in my head, when my Nextel phone went off. (It's a work phone with 2-way paging, just so's you know.) It was one of my co-workers.

"Is that you?" he said.
All the voices in my head stopped chattering and all of us replied, "What? I didn't call you."
"No," he said. "I was wondering if that was you walking like an old man."

At that point I realized that he was where he could see me because I had, in fact, been pretending I was an old man and had been walking accordingly...

.....

It's good to know that I've already mastered 'the old guy walk'. One less thing to worry about.
Comments:
To truly master the old guy walk you have to pull your 100% polyester pants up to your nipples, which is not as difficult as it sounds because you will have old man boobs and they will sag over your belly. You should shuffle , keeping your head lowered because you have forgotten where your feet are and you should always have that anxious look of a man in search of a bathroom. Be focused, aim straight and go. ( what sound does a shuffle make?)

Since you will be having a birthday soon, (yup this is your prodigal sister) the old man shuffle should come a bit easier.

Oh, just to let you know it isn't polite to eavesdrop on the voices in your head, you may have ruined your surprise party.
 
Yay! It's good to know that you're lurking out there. This blog is bringing me back into some old orbits. I've started chatting to Robin Renee in eMails 'cuz of this thing. And now I'm hearing from you.

Did you get a chance to read that Laurie Notaro book? (The Idiot-Girls Action Adventure Club) Is it OK to send you something for X-mas? (I skipped your B-day because I wasn't sure how the Notaro book went over the previous Christmas.) Did Eric manage to get on the plane to the Isles?

By-the-way, very funny! Gonna be 45. 45! But I don't feel 45. How'd I manage to go for 45 years and learn so *@#! little?
 
It's always appropriate to send gifts. I really enjoyed the book. You have such an eclectic taste in books, that was serious chick book. I haven't written because there is seldom something good to say. Eric hasn't lived at home since Sept and I assume he made it to England but we are not communicating well these days. Perhaps that had something to do with the screaming fit I had last week abvout how he needed to GET OVER HIMSELF!!!!! I feel as if I am watching the next William Shatner in action, such bad acting . Don't get me wrong, Eric really has problems but I think he is quite comfortable with his mental illness. BAH AND ARGHH. Lauren and I are planning to come to the wedding and make a vaca just us girls, probably do Disney etc....Lauren is well but her nickname around the house is Puddle because she is as deep as a ....yup, she's a bit shallow

As for aging, well I just tell people I am 6 years older than I really am and everyone is so impressed at how good I look for my age.............the last 3 years have definitely aged me. I feel positively wise beyond my years and a bit unshockable, I wish I didn't know as much as I do.

I printed out some of your stuff to bring to work because a co worker is umm well he thinks abit like you, which I find both horrifying and comforting all in one.

I hope you realize that I have bigger issues to deal with than what went down between us in the past, I hope you give yourself the chance to let it go and move on. You think about our parents mortality and I worry that I will bury my child. Some how it makes the past fade away to something else. My priorities have certainly changed.
There is no way in hell that I am that same person, and I doubt that lifes travels have left you as you were over a decade ago. We grew up and I thank (insert supreme being of your choice here) that everyday is a new beginning. I've missed you.

BLog on ,good brother, next time you're in VT stop in for coffee, or whatever.
Hogs and Kisses
 
I've missed you, too.

And I do know you've had bigger things on your mind and I haven't one good piece of advice for you. (Now that's a blessing for you.) What you're going through is completely beyond me and I don't know how you've kept your cool this long.

My friend, Tim, has invited Becky and I to Burlington for New Years. I'd like to see you on that trip, if we can make it. Could probably arrange a phone call or two before that, if ya want.
 
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