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It's a new year. Already.
My brother came home for christmas, and was home for two weeks. It was different than any other time he's ever been home. My brother, sister, and I bonded in a lot of ways, which is something that seriously hasn't happened since we were little ones. I can now say that I actually have an understanding for my brother. We Gentry kids er crazy & bald!
For Christmas we went to my Grandma's house, which is never very thrilling. It is normally spent with people who are either a-too old to see, and often confuse people with a blizzard outside b-very silent to the point where you wonder if they are still living and c- extremely strange!
This christmas my grandma invited 99 year old Great Aunt Helen who had to be carried in because her legs weren't working. Soon after, very distant cousins arrived with their mother. They are all grown ass men, but are apparently still not to the point where they can introduce themselves. Therefore, each 35+ year old was introduced by their mother.
We first had "Michael from New York." Not just Michael, but "Michael from New York." Mind you, we re-meet these people every year, yet we are still emphasizing the fact that hotshot made it to New York. Michael is an aspiring actor who has been seen on Law & Order. Apparently he has actually had a few lines, but I find it hard to believe that he is much since he's spending Christmas in a teeny tiny town with 99 year olds and extremely distant relatives. However, everytime he comes he wears the FANCIEST suit you will ever see, yet the same one he has worn each year. This is all fine and dandy, but his brothers are straight from the farm of 1974, so do I feel as if he is only doing it for show? Yes I do. Also, during his time in New York, he somehow managed to gain a british accent. Do I find it to be fake? a wee bit.
Next we met ... so and so "from Toledo." Also introduced by his mother. The location is key. So and so is shaped like a 6 foot tall woman with large hips. He told a very interesting story about how he has been in search of a table lamp.
"I went to Hobby Lobby and asked if they had one of those table lamps" he explains while pointing to a piece of furniture in my grandma's living room. You know, one of those deals where it is a table connected to a lamp... all in one. Not just a table, not just a lamp, but the full one piece deal.
"They pointed me to just regular lamps that you set on a table!!!" he says while laughing hysterically.
"I then said 'no no, a lamp table!!' thinking maybe they would understand then.. but they just showed me tables that you would set a lamp on top of! I told them that I wanted a TABLE LAMP that's all connected! hohohoheahrohar. they were so confused!!"
Soon after he told a long story about how he named his kitty "puppy", and just how funny that was because his kitty was not a puppy. His voice makes his stories even better because for whatever reason, this son somehow acquired a SOUTHERN accent.
Next we met "Sam from Onstead." If you know anything about Onstead you would know that he obviously gets the shit end of the deal for being introduced after "Michael from New York." He didn't even have an accent. Imagine that, three brothers all from the same mother, and he's the only one without a random accent. Something ain't adding up.
Needless to say, My brother, sister, and I responded to their strange stories in a way that any civil person would....
By doing this:
That's us. What brats.
Ashley was home as well. I was able to spend an evening with her mother, baby sissy, and Ashley. We ate tostadas, and later learned about young pop culture from Ashley's little sister who has blue hair. What a rebel!
I didn't even tell her to pose like this.
New Years was lovely. I spent it with many of my favorites, minus a few. We spent the evening riding motorcycles, and drinking chocolate milk. And by chocolate milk, I mean not chocolate milk.
skizzle skazzle, skipping around.
We had a farewell sweater party in honor of my brother a couple of nights ago. If I could only say a few words about it, I would say "it was an awkward ball of fun."
It was an odd crowd which included, but was not limited to :
-a 21 year old nun
-a marine
-a jew
-a dog wearing a sweater
I feel like that could be the beginning of a great joke. "a nun, a jew, and a marine enter a bar..."
You can only imagine the kinds of conversations they had. It was nuts. It involved many f-bombs from my brother, which seemed to be funny enough in itself given the crowd.
Jamie proves that one can never be too old to paaaaaarty.
She is a nun, and proud of it.
Shinanigans.
I can now say that I have held Brutey a total of 4 times. For anyone who knows Pooch, that's a huge deal.
This fella is coocoo for cocoa puffs, but that's another livejournal post entirely.
dirty dirty.
He taught me simple ways of killing someone in 10 seconds! I feel like that could be a title to a Martha Stewart show.
This was the most half assed post, but you get the idea. It's been a great month. I'm so glad my brother was home. My brother is absolutely hilarious, and I really respect him. His life is crazy, but I get it now. Things are completely different between us all, and that's great.
I hope you all had a lovely December/Christmas/New Year as well.