Rolling, rolling, rolling

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After clothes shopping for kids yesterday I found a message on my cell. I hadn't noticed the phone ringing, guess all the school supplies and shoes and brand new underwear took all of my attention.

Anyway. The message was from my dad (he and my mom are currently out of town). He said not to worry, but that my mother had fallen and they were going to take her to the hospital for X-rays.

Well, my parents are quite hale (they just got back from a cruise to celebrate their 50th before going north just a couple of days later to visit family) so I was trying to figure out what in the hell she was doing that caused her to fall.

I called later that night, talked to mom herself. She was laughing, a little bruised she said, but also embarrassed about all the fuss everyone was making.

She fell, she said, while she was attempting to stretch a clothesline from their cabin to the trees. In order to reach she was standing on not one but two separate chairs. They fell, so did she, and she rolled halfway down the hill towards Lake Michigan. Ahem.

All was well, though, as apparently a large tree trunk broke her fall. Of course, no one was around, so she had to kind of crawl back up the hill.

(I know - it sounds horrible.)

She called my dad, sister came running, too. Mom didn't want to go to the doctor but they guilted her into it. Nothing broken, even though the swelling on one shoulder was resembling hunchback proportions, so said my sister. But a few pain pills, ice and relaxation, food and family and probably a beer or two later, mom's fine. Sore, but she'll be fine.

When I spoke to my mother I said what my brother would have told her.

"You rolled down the hill???? What, were you drunk???"

She laughed. I laughed. We bonded. But then she gave the phone to my sister.

Sister went on and on about how terrible it all was, how stressful, how frail mother had become, how she wouldn't even listen when they told her she needed to go the doctor!

Well, hell. You'd think an intelligent woman in possession of all her faculties could decide that for herself? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad she went, but this "mother is infirm" nonsense really pisses me off.

And then my sister said," I just know it was gram and our brother who caught her when she fell."

*sigh*

I hate that. Really a lot. Makes me want to say, just shut up.

Instead, I said, "Caught her? Hell, our brother probably pushed her in the first place!"

Shocked, outraged, she repeated what I'd said and added quite loudly, "No, I don't think our brother pushed her!"

Was I chastened? Nope. 'Cause through the phone I heard our mother (and the rest of the group of relatives) laughing. Laughing loudly.



Gram got me. My brother got me. My folks and the rest of the relatives get me.

But since Sis got married and changed religions and political affiliations and favorite sports and favorite music - she doesn't.

Glad she's OK

Glad you're OK too

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Definitely shoulda stayed Lutheran.

 

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[voluptuary_manque]

LMAO!!!

I won't tell you which religion she is now.

But she gave up a great deal of her personal rights when she switched.

You don't have to. I know which one you mean. We had a few of those in the family, too, but they've either died out or dropped out. Heh, heh, heh . . .

 

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[voluptuary_manque]

She and I used to be the same.

She really did reinvent herself, I guess, for her man. Or, she finally found her true self after all. Whatever.

Confuses the fuck out of me.

Just goes to show that we know which one to hang around with.

 

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[jomar]

Sis didn't become a...a...a Puritan did she?

 

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[cloudy]

You're right, you know.

Simply because someone exists in a different place than we do doesn't mean they've changed their stripes...they're still themselves, thank goodness.

 

[Emperor_Nero]

Nahhh. They love Nascar now.

Puritans can't do that, can they?

You mean she converted to Redneck

 

[Zeb_Carter]

*sigh*

Sisters and Brothers will always be a bane to us, no matter how much we love them, they can be complete assholes when the need arises.

It's unfortunate that you sis changed. Glad to hear that you mom is okay.

My problem is my brother (younger) was is and always was an asshole. But that's my problem not yours.

 

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[Zeb_Carter]

You mean she converted to Redneck

Southern Baptist...Hurry up with the sermon reverend Junior is racin' today!

 

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[jomar]

Nahhh. They love Nascar now.

Puritans can't do that, can they?

Nah, but Southern Baptists can.

 

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[Emperor_Nero]

Shhhh! I have some marvelous friends who are rednecks and proud of it!

No, she just did a serious 180, then has been pissed that I have not.

Was only teasing ... I'm actually starting to like NASCAR a little bit

Been through that with other people though ... I was fortunate enough to be able to walk away. Much harder to walk away from family

 

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[SweetWitch]

Gram got me. My brother got me. My folks and the rest of the relatives get me.

But since Sis got married and changed religions and political affiliations and favorite sports and favorite music - she doesn't.

Sisters...

I have one of those. She's a walking embarrassment to be around. She wheedles; she points out my flaws. She's loud and obnoxious. When I'm having a good time, she makes sure to ruin it by telling embarrassing stories to my friends and getting my husband to join her in mocking me. Then she tries to make me feel bad about who and what I am.

But last August, when our world came crashing down, it was her sister that she called and her sister who pulled her fingers from the bumper of her son's truck so the rescue crews could get his body out of the wreckage. It was her sister who she clung to and her sister who held her hand through it all.

Sisters are a strange breed. They're useless, for the most part, but when you really need someone in your corner, it's your sister that you call.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

My step-daughter converted to a Jesus freak after detox...it makes you wonder were you went wrong, not her becoming a J freak, but the drug thing. Her mother and I never did them and had the talk when she was young. Maybe she was too young.

But since she has become the holy roller it is difficult to talk with her about certain things...especially her children. It's just a mess with her and her mother whose heart has been broken by her daughters attitude.

 

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