I have a bunch of half-completed posts. The week got away from me.
Too much Unbloggable going on, resulting in bloggus interruptus.
So I'm playing catch-up today
Just before Thanksgiving, Dr. Arlene said So? Are the holidays gonna be weird this year? It's the first year without your mom.
Now I love Dr. Arlene to pieces. She's brash and loud and completely insane. She's a 56 year old born and bred Brooklyn Kosher Jew who can drop blowjob in the same sentence as ear infection. She doesn't pull any punches and she pisses A LOT of people off. She's also an amazing pediatrician. Out of the 26 of us, she's one of the few I take my own kids to.
Lots of people can't stand her. When I look at her I see a big fat fucking diamond hidden in the body of a crazy person.
So she asked me this question out of the blue, in the middle of the nurses station in her big crazy voice. It was kind of awkward.
The nurses looked around in discomfort and then looked at me to see if I was OK and then rolled their eyes oh my god she is so fucking impossible.
The question caught me off guard.
No. Not at all. It will be fine.
I was so wrong.
I think we the Sisters all felt a big weird hole. I felt disoriented and off balance.
I don't know if my wackiness was due to Christmas without our parents or Christmas in the wake of the Unbloggable.
It could also have been the struggle to not scream at the top of my lungs and fall down on the floor in a sobbing hysterical puddle.
That shit takes a lot of energy to hold in.
At the end of the evening we exchanged gifts. OK. So there wasn't much of an exchange.
We had all kind of agreed to keep gifts to a minimum, maybe just stocking stuffers for the kids or special hand me downs.
Sister Adrienne had stockings for her twins cause she brilliantly has kept her home and her babies' brains Consumer Christmas Free. wish i had done the same.
Sister Halona and I looked at the pile of Christmas stockings in utter confusion.
Inside the Twins' stockings were cards from their Grumsie.
Cash in each card.
Michelle!?! what is this??? what the fuck is this??? Where did these come from???
Sister Halona is Baptist.
She does NOT swear.
Those are from last year. Maybe Adrienne forgot them and they've been in the stockings all this time.
No. NO. The stockings were all empty. Where did these come from?
I think she was a little freaked out.
It didn't help that we were in the room intended for our mom to live out the rest of her days. She never made it there.
Sister Melanie had gifts for the nieces and nephews.
Framed photos of each grandchild with Grums and Gramps.
Everyone was crying.
Sister Halona said nice going Mel
Then Sister Melanie handed me a box.
The best picture EVER of me. I do not photograph well. I get all spazzy and blink and can't smile right. This was taken on Sister Melanie's wedding day. It was a happy day. I was happy and my eyes were leaking. And someone with a camera caught it.
Sister Melanie also gave me Ruby Slippers
Best Christmas Gift EVER
causing me to fall down on the floor
in a sobbing hysterical puddle
I'm glad Christmas is over...