Mother’s house was bedlam the morning after Daddy died. Someone made a quick trip to the store for breakfast fixings for Cox’s Army while the rest of us pulled the house back together. The term “quick trip” was relative, since the nearest grocery store was twenty-two miles away. It was a mess since we’d had to find beds for fourteen the night before, reshuffling when Cookie and Uncle Riley’s travelling circus came pulling in at two-thirty in the morning. It’s no wonder they felt their visit couldn’t wait till the next day. They lived two hundred miles away and knew we’d never make it till morning without their insanity.
Cousin Barbie had a delightful quirk. She could not be awakened before eleven. Not the bashful type, I squirted her with a water gun to get her up, since she and her cushions were splayed all over the living room floor. This might have been forgiveable in a toddler, but Barbie’s considerable girth made walking around her quite a chore. She wasn’t happy, but she took her hypoallergenic pillow and collapsed onto a bed in one of the back bedrooms with her yappy little dogs. I have to confess, however, at that point, Little Barbie’s happiness wasn’t foremost on my minds. Cookie also had her quirks. She liked to walk around in her nighty, all day. Around two o’clock, someone, I can’t remember who, pointedly asked her to get dressed, thinking the peep show had gone on long enough. Add Uncle Riley’s compulsive cursing and profanity to the list and our day was made. Thank God, they’d come early to support us!
Thankfully, by ten-thirty, a monstrous breakfast awaited the starving crowd. The table groaned under huge platters of biscuits, scrambled eggs, grits, sausage, bacon, and gravy. There was no question of seating everyone. A line formed, no pushing allowed. Dainty Barbie managed to get up early, especially to be first in line. Though she clearly intended to load up, she didn’t want to appear greedy. She took her time. “Uh, uh. Is this sausage spicy? Spicy sausage gives me heartburn. Does this bacon have nitrites? I can’t eat nitrites. Is there any orange marmalade? I’m allergic to strawberries. There’s nothing here to serve these biscuits. How do I get one? Do I just reach in and pick one up?” All the while, her yapping little dogs nipped at our ankles.
By now, her remarks and dawdling in line had pushed me to the limit. I snapped. “I don’t care if you pick one up by the cheeks of your ass! Just fix your plate and get out of the way. People are starving while you fart around!” I’m afraid my lady-like mother might not have been proud of me, but it got the job done.
Awesome last line!
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Thanks. Have to back and see what it was.
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I bet the assembled crowd inwardly applauded you too! 👏
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Seemed pretty ok with it. One of the few things my husband brags about constantly.
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I am dying to illustrate your stories. 😄
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Do you do illustrations?
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For fun. Send me a cousin Barbie story, I’ve already gotten her pictured. Or I could do that one? I’d love to! 🙂
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Sure,but my mom does my illustrations. Have you seen them on my blog.
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I’ll check that out!
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But, Barbie is 5’2″, 280#, built like an eggplant, greasy long fat braids like Brunhilde, brown cat-eye glasses, wears flip flops all year, skirts 2″ above her knees, droopy bosoms, does that help.
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I confess, I do my reading in the reader, and with my backwoods internet I don’t see many pictures that way. I just looked at you blog and her illustrations are fantastic! I’ll be going to your site from now on. I love your stories, and I’m kind of glad I got to read for a while with no images…I dreamed up my own! I’m crazy about your Mom! 🙂
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Thanks. Love yours too. Feel like we are laughing over coffee. Mother is great.
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Nothing like family support during family crisis. Couldn’t help but laugh at your pick up the biscuit suggestion. I hope I remember that some day if I ever need it. And I think I would have told her ALL of the food had “nitrites” in it.
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Great idea!
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I believe you may want to re-blog my zilze story. My “story about zilze” debt is now PAID IN FULL.
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It was great. I did.
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I’m w a i t i n g . . . I need the month you wrote yours so I can reblog yours on mine!
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Sorry. Just now found this
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HAHAHHA! We’re good to go!! I googled to find your story…and voila! I have it in captivity on MY BLOG!!
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Thanks.
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I re-read your post…it just tickles me stupid, it’s so awesome!!!!!
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Thanks.
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Ha ha ha. Someone had to take the lead…and I don’t mean the food line. I like no nonsense people. ❤ 😀 😛
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I guess that would be me.
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Yup! YOU. ❤
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I have to confess!
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No need to confess. It’s out there in plain sighte and in black and white. 😀 😀
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Oh yeah!
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Linda, stop feeding my lower nature. Descriptive lines like, “pick one up by the cheeks of your ass” makes me want to give up trying to be a “well spoken young lady” all over again. Bad influence, lbeth!!
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It’s a curse. I promise you I was raised right!
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Ya, I can see that. You’ve also got that good-girl-WILD-THANG streak.
I am having a HOOT around you!
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Indeed! You have a brutal awesome way with your stories.
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I am a pretty straight shooter.
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Yes you are ….lol. thats a breath of fresh air now a days.
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Glad u think so. Can’t change.
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Good for you!!!! your cousin was behaving like the so famous doll!!!!!
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Thanks.
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This seriously reminds me of a typical Indian household, when there any event or function, happy or sad, and the clans get together!!!
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Families are all the same.
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They are!
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Bet you could just mix and match them. “I’ll trade you one Barbie for Susie.”
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Lol! You can have 2 for 1… I have so many!!!
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I was kind of thinking you could have 2 for 1. I am well-stocked, too. More than 40 first cousins.
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He he!!! You beat me I have 29!!!
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OK then. I am sending you something COD
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OK, durr brain moment… What’s COD ??!
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Cash On Deliver! I am sending my relatives. You can pay their fare!!!
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LOL!!!!!!!! what would we do without our families eh? I think my blog would be nothing!!!!!!!
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Or our cats or dogs or hubbies!
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So true!!!!!!
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Ha!
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😁
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Ha to you.
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I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry. Do people really have boorish relatives like this?!!
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They show up like buzzards on a gut wagon.
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I can’t like this. I just can’t!!
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A little too much togetherness for me. You handled the situation better than most.
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Thanks.
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At times I wonder about our values. Wecoften stress the wrong thing and ignore whatvisvimportant.
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Ha Ha! Good for you Linda! I know I get really crabby when I am hungry and would have been in a mood with her as well! 🙂
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You are trying to kill me with that picture!!! LOL I can’t eat much since Sunday I have to do a awful diet and I still don’t know when can I start eating what I like yet!! I want all of that and a fresh coffee with 3 sugars please!!! I’ll have nightmares tonight!! LOL
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Poor hing.
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