Dec 01 2009
This is not about India
So, the other night, I tweeted this:
On the way to the Eastern Eagles basketball game. Instead of visiting my brother at parents.
The Golden Child was in town. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t want to see him (okay, maybe it was), but y’know, Shortman was home and he had a speech to write and we needed to go get water…and…well, okay. I’m not a fan. Send me to Hell now.
The Golden Child is just…too…much. He’s holier than thou (mou?); he talks to me like I’m his “slightly slow” niece rather than his older (and smarter) sister. He’s married to The Bitch Who Stole Christmas. Oh mah holy hell, y’all, he’s married to a Canadian*!
When I called Mom to find out what time T.G.C. was leaving on Sunday, she said, “In the morning.” I said, “Oh, Shit.” (Yes, I did. She taught me the word, she should certainly expect me to say it.)
Then I told her that we had plans for the day and that I wasn’t sure we’d make it over to see everyone before T.G.C. left. She offered that they may be going down to The World’s Foremost Outfitter and if they did – would stop by.
So, we waited. I only had ONE vodka/limeade just in case. Mr. Hot and I sat at the kitchen table, each engrossed in our own online activities and we waited some more. Finally, we ventured into the living room and called Shortman down to watch this movie with us.
Around 9 pm, the phone rang.
Did you see something on your front door?
said Mom.
Yea. They stopped by. At six-ish. While Mr. Hot and I were in the kitchen and Shortman was upstairs working on his speech. T.G.C. didn’t even knock on the door – just walked up, looked around (the television wasn’t on, and since the lights weren’t blaring – we’re GREEN around here…), decided we weren’t home. He wrote a note and left.
—- Do you think maybe he doesn’t want to see us? —-
*Her being Canadian probably didn’t have anything to do with her stealing Christmas. I have NOTHING against Canada or Canadians in general – only the particular Canadian that married my brother, moved him to Ottawa, told him Christmas was BAD and made my mother cry on more than one occasion. THAT Canadian can get kicked by a Mountie’s horse.
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Yeah. Canadians are mostly nice, but some are just kinda TOO British – a bit like the worst of Brits, but on speed
At this point, it seems clear that you and Golden Child will never have a close relationship, so don’t work yourself up over him. And it sounds like he’s not willing to try harder either, so it’s not just you. I’d say to just see him on the rare occasion that it will help promote family harmony; otherwise, don’t worry about it.
As for your sister-in-law, wow.
Jen on the Edge´s last blog ..Give ’til it hurts
It’s true about Canadians. We just cover it up with all that crazy politeness. Fooled ya, eh?
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I can’t believe he didn’t even KNOCK. What a putz. (Sorry for insulting your brother.)
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My brother showed up for Thanksgiving without letting me know he was coming, brought his latest girlfriend/bed partner, and she brought a baby pigeon she was hand feeding. Without even asking me!!! Then again, without even asking, she carted it into my utility room where she kept running in to check on it all day long. Mind you I have two labs and a cat who would look at this morsel as their own personal Tgiving dinner. Too weird.
Y’know, I’m going to have to agree with Jen on the Edge that TGC doesn’t seem willing to put in the effort to have a relationship with you, either. So at this point, I wouldn’t stress myself out too hard about seeing him. I know that it’s a stress to your mom that the two of you aren’t close – I’m sure that she had hoped that her children would be able to rely on each other when she and your dad got old, but that just isn’t going to be the case, at least with the two of you – so she needs to come to terms with it. (Sorry – I hope that doesn’t come across as harsh.)
And I love Cabelas! They have my Merrell shoes that I love, batteries for my cameras for a cheap price, stuff my hubby likes, etc, etc. We can spend tons of money with them!
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Families are, at best, confusing. My youngest sister is the golden child in my family – the only one to go straight through college, glamorous career, followed by happy marriage and procreation of twins (over-fucking-achiever) – so everything revolves around her. I love them all, we have mostly great relationships..but sometime I want to shout “are you fucking kidding me???”
No, I don’t usually curse on someone else’s blog. It’s a rough morning here in the middle. I figure you can handle it.
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Families – relationships – issues — Don’t get me started. I feel your pain…or your pissed-offness at it all.
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He couldn’t even ring the freakin’ doorbell?
*sheesh*
Sorry – - but that’s just rude.
T.G.C. has a wonderful sister – - He doesn’t know what he’s missing.
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CANADIAN?!!?! Those people are nuts. Have you ever watched Degrassi? It’s a rough place that Canada.
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Touche, eh? I think you’re better off never changing plans to accommodate him–I did the same thing with my parents and rarely regret that decision.
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You are not alone. I have a sister, whom I almost never speak to and almost certainly don’t like to talk about. She was ruined by my Grandparents. And she has become one of those women with the kind of voice that says “I’m talking nicely to you but really, I think you’re dirt”. She’s a Realtor. ‘Nuff said. On those rare occasions I DO refer to her, I call her “Rosie Rotten Crotch”. Because I can be mean, too.
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Wow, I mean, why even come up to the door if you’re not going to knock? Why even bother stopping then?
Family is weird.
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He paid his lip-service to your mum.
Holy shit! (Just for you
I’m feeling pretty damn lucky right now but kudos to you for not making yourself miserable during the holidays. I am a firm believer that 99% of the holiday stress people feel would be alleviated by not spending time with those we think we SHOULD spend time with instead of those we WANT to spend time with.
Life is just too short.
Gobble gobble!
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You could borrow one of my brothers – they’re adorable!
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That is so weird about your Canadian sis-in-law… I think I have been brainwashed into believing that all Canadians are angels in disguise and only cuss like sailors to throw you off the scent.
Maybe that’s just Witchypoo…
Whatev. I’m happy you and T.G.C. managed to avoid each other.
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passive aggressive much? I mean really? Not to knock?
and no christmas? Is it against her religion or something? in-laws are naturalized canadians and born irish and they do christmas
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that is pretty freaking funny though.
This is why I’m so grateful my older brother married a nice person (although she did steal Christmas too) and that my other brother is gay.
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WTF?! And who thinks Christmas is bad?! My family is from India, and we LOVE Christmas!
I sort of wish I had read this post before I bagged on Canadians in my guest post. It’s like the opposite of Canada day around here.
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