BoBippity
Dis Veteran
- Joined
- Feb 2, 2011
I'm not sure where to begin...how many newbies start their report like that huh? Anyway, my disney dork of a sister has been going to Disney every year for a long, long...long LONG time. She's been after me to go, but...really? DIsney? At my age?(we won't discuss that) She broke me down. You might know her. TY, Disneyaddicted. She never gave up, she carries the Disney Torch and vowed to me that one day she would get me to go. I secretly hoped if I held out long enough she'd offer to pay for the darn thing. Actually...I think she did one year and ... why didn't I go then? Huh...maybe I'm not the smart one. Anyway, We're going in December. Not a bad time to hit Florida when you live in Detroit and you're up to your armpits in snow. We originally intended for this to be a "sisters" vacation...soon it became obvious that we'd have to bring Mom... Let me introduce you to the "characters"
MOM: she goes by pix and has often claimed herself to be "the elf herself"
Growing up we always had marvelous cakes and cookies and what not in the house. our friends liked our house best and quite a few of them called my mom "mom". I was torn...flattered that they all loved my mom...but sometimes ... I wanted to go to their house. Mom was the one you called when your kid was in the ER and you couldn't stand the sight of blood. Mom Was an army wife...a jack of all trades,she'd wake us up at midnight because it had snowed enough for sledding.... she also spent some time on a mission trip. I believe it was a medical mission, but the group also managed to build a church and MOm was an integral part of the music ministry. NOW... the part that cracks me up...mom can occassionally offend people without realizing it. (mind you if she does realize, she's immediately apologetic as there is not a mean bone in her body) but when she doesn't...OMGoodness! grab some popcorn and have a seat. YOu're in for a rip roaring ride...if you can get past the initial shock and a little embarrassment. example...there was a subdivision yard sale... a buxom woman asked mom if she'd sell a cashmere sweater for 50 cents. (she had it priced at 2 bucks maybe) MOm replied something like...well, it's the first day of the yard sale, and I'd rather not ...if it's still here tomorrow I might be willing to deal. THe woman went on to examine the sweater more closely and seemed to find a small spot (I swear she must have had a 40X microscope implanted in her eye to even see it) and told mom no one would pay more than 50 cents and she should reconsider. Again, mom said, The spot will come out and I'm not selling it for less. The woman went on about yard sales were for bartering etc. finally, mom said (in a nice voice, truly meaning no harm...) I would rather give it to my fat cousin for free then sell it to you for 50 cents. the woman storms out of the driveway and mom looks at me all offended. "Can you believe her nerve?"
I was horrified! and said, "MOM! you just called that woman fat!" it took a moment for mom to realize this...she tried to wiggle out of it, but there was no escaping it. OOOOooooh mom. she's like a younger version of Rose Nylan of Golden girls...sweet, kind, precious, occassionally shocking with some zingers.
Ty: What can I say about Ty... she's my baby sister...my best friend...craddle to grave, we'll be there for eachother. (I really hope all of you have someone like her in your lives) I think she's the result of Erma Bombeck and Jerry Seinfeld. They probably couldn't stand the competition and left her on our doorstep...we truly won on that deal.( I love you sissy) She can make standing in line at a toy store on black friday huuularious! she can listen to your heartache and really carry it with you. She has a gift...
ME: BO...that's short for Chebo (shaybo) which is what my sweet, precious nephew called me...he couldn't say shellbell, which is what my family called me, now it's chebo. I'd love to chat more, but...my husband has pimped me out again...(I'm a physical therapist) and his uncle is in pain...
MOM: she goes by pix and has often claimed herself to be "the elf herself"
Growing up we always had marvelous cakes and cookies and what not in the house. our friends liked our house best and quite a few of them called my mom "mom". I was torn...flattered that they all loved my mom...but sometimes ... I wanted to go to their house. Mom was the one you called when your kid was in the ER and you couldn't stand the sight of blood. Mom Was an army wife...a jack of all trades,she'd wake us up at midnight because it had snowed enough for sledding.... she also spent some time on a mission trip. I believe it was a medical mission, but the group also managed to build a church and MOm was an integral part of the music ministry. NOW... the part that cracks me up...mom can occassionally offend people without realizing it. (mind you if she does realize, she's immediately apologetic as there is not a mean bone in her body) but when she doesn't...OMGoodness! grab some popcorn and have a seat. YOu're in for a rip roaring ride...if you can get past the initial shock and a little embarrassment. example...there was a subdivision yard sale... a buxom woman asked mom if she'd sell a cashmere sweater for 50 cents. (she had it priced at 2 bucks maybe) MOm replied something like...well, it's the first day of the yard sale, and I'd rather not ...if it's still here tomorrow I might be willing to deal. THe woman went on to examine the sweater more closely and seemed to find a small spot (I swear she must have had a 40X microscope implanted in her eye to even see it) and told mom no one would pay more than 50 cents and she should reconsider. Again, mom said, The spot will come out and I'm not selling it for less. The woman went on about yard sales were for bartering etc. finally, mom said (in a nice voice, truly meaning no harm...) I would rather give it to my fat cousin for free then sell it to you for 50 cents. the woman storms out of the driveway and mom looks at me all offended. "Can you believe her nerve?"
I was horrified! and said, "MOM! you just called that woman fat!" it took a moment for mom to realize this...she tried to wiggle out of it, but there was no escaping it. OOOOooooh mom. she's like a younger version of Rose Nylan of Golden girls...sweet, kind, precious, occassionally shocking with some zingers.
Ty: What can I say about Ty... she's my baby sister...my best friend...craddle to grave, we'll be there for eachother. (I really hope all of you have someone like her in your lives) I think she's the result of Erma Bombeck and Jerry Seinfeld. They probably couldn't stand the competition and left her on our doorstep...we truly won on that deal.( I love you sissy) She can make standing in line at a toy store on black friday huuularious! she can listen to your heartache and really carry it with you. She has a gift...
ME: BO...that's short for Chebo (shaybo) which is what my sweet, precious nephew called me...he couldn't say shellbell, which is what my family called me, now it's chebo. I'd love to chat more, but...my husband has pimped me out again...(I'm a physical therapist) and his uncle is in pain...