It's My Place: We May have to Travel Across the Pond Soon

Monday, January 10, 2005

We May have to Travel Across the Pond Soon

For the last 18 months, I've said that we won't venture back to the States for a visit until one of my family members visits us. My sister was here last January, but her visit really doesn't count because I paid for her ticket to get here. I may have to contact my travel agent soon because one of my brothers is coming to visit!!! I. Can. Not. Believe. It.

My oldest brother, H, sent me an email today telling me his job is sending him to Paris to work for 3 weeks, and he will arrive at Charles DeGalle International Airport in Paris Sunday morning. He's my oldest brother, and we aren't very close. The last time I saw him was in 1998. Before that, the last time I can remember seeing him is when I was 14.

H is the oldest of the 3 of us by our mom and dad. Our parents were divorced when H was about 4, and my mom's parental rights were severed in either 1973 or 1974 and my dad was awarded full custody of the 3 of us (very rare at the time). My dad married the Hawking She-Devil in 1975 (whole 'nother post).

Being the oldest child, my dad was harder on H than any of us. When H was about 15 (and I was 12) he and my dad got into a HUGE fight, and H left home and never came back. He went to live with our mother. The next time I saw him was when I was 14, and it was at a funeral for my mother's youngest son (I only saw him once) at the time. He drowned on Christmas day, and my other brother M and I went to the funeral with a cousin. There, we saw H and I met 2 of my younger sisters. It was that day that I saw my mother for what I can remember as being the first time since I was a toddler (I didn't see her again until I was 18, and have only seen here 2 times in the last 15 years).

Once H left home, he didn't come around. So, basically, we all grew up and are all doing our own thing. The M recently moved to Dallas, where H lives and they see each other regularly. It will be good to see H, and he will get to meet P for the first time. The last weekend in January, either he will make the 4 hour drive to us, or we will go to Paris to see him~which P would LOVE to do, since she 'needs' to see the Apple Tower again.
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Last week, P and I had a discussion about Sponge Bob and Crabby Patties. P told me that we needed to go to the commissary to get some Crabby Patties for dinner. I told her Crabby Patties really didn't exist, but she said she saw them at the commissary the last time we were there.

After P's gymnastics class today, I told her that we needed to get milk from the commissary. Once again, she said she saw a box of Crabby Patties there, and wanted to get them for dinner.

Once we got there, she was determined to find the 'Crabby Patties'.

P: We need to find the Crabby Patties so we can have some for dinner.
Me: There are no Crabby Patties.
P: I saw them. I'll find them, they are with the cold stuff.
Me: I'm going to get milk, you can look for them.
P: (yelling loudly) I found them, here are the Crabby Patties! (there were too many people laughing at her to count)

This is what she was talking about. She was convinced that they were Crabby Patties because 'burgers don't come in a box like that'.

8:30 PM |

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