Party Time

I'm bringing sexyback - yeah! 12 hours later the damn song is still in my head...

Yesterday was grandpa's 85th, which meant that all of my siblings were in town. Whenever the five of us are in town there ends up being a party at my house. So around 10 pm last night they came filing in with plenty o' booze. The kids were asleep, and Tony was due to go to work at midnight. He could either deal with drunk people here, or drunks at the ER...at least at the ER he gets paid.

The fact that my brother explained what a "dirty sanchez" was using pooh bear was W-R-O-N-G. I'm not sure why he's become the designated dirty sex acts educator for the family, but since he is I still think he needs to find out for me what the hell a london bridge is. At least Beck didn't bring up the tossed salad discussion (again).

My sister ralphed on my carpet (okay, spewed an orzo pasta - but still technically it's vomit), threatened my brother with loud AM pooping, "bertha" won the weirdest place you've done it contest (and sent me to the floor in shock), and we all learned a little too much about what can happen in the back row of an airplane. Typical night with the sibs.

I had to throw in a pic - this is from a previous "sibs party" and features my brother in law who has fallen to the floor because he is laughing so hard. Fortunately for Nickey I deleted the toilet pics of her, otherwise that would be my picture of choice to summarize an evening with the sibs...

Why start now?

Good question. Things are not so happy in our world these days as my grandmother is very ill and fading before our eyes. It's always so strange to me - going through the day and interacting with people at school, or the bank, or even in line at the grocery store while on the inside I'm filled with this massive sadness that literally feels like a weight on my heart. Sometimes I look around at people and wonder what's going on in their world - what heartache or joy are they experiencing that the rest of the world can't see?

So sadness...sadness for others that are going through pain (the Steve Irwin death is still killing me as well), sadness for myself and my family...

Why start now? that was the question...The answer is that I've been meaning to find a better way to share pictures, thoughts and stories with my family and friends who don't live closeby. My younger sibs suggest a myspace page - but let's face it, I'm over 30 and neither single nor swinging - and therefore I don't see that as the place to be. So I googled blogs, and this is what I found and where I'm at. Any questions? Too bad, because I don't feel like answering any.

Note - future posts will likely be happier and include explanations of why my kids have "ghetto backpacks".