My mommy got me a Bamboo for Chrimmas, and this here is the first thing I drew, kinda quick just to try to blog while it was still Chrimmas (will probably fail at that, too). I don't know why I always draw grapes.My brother and his girlfriend spent the day with us and we had a delicious dinner and everyone had the warm fuzzies. Until he went to go home and found that the rear window on his brand new car that he's only had for 2 months---the first brand new car of his 31 years, had been shot out by some jerkoff kid who got a bb gun for Chrimmas. Seriously? If I see a kid in my neighborhood with a bb gun I am totally unleashing Uma on him. Then I will follow him home start kicking over shrubberies until his stupid parents reimburse us for the glass. Ok, none of that is true, but I would maybe have a grown-up talk with the stupid parents.
My dad passed away on Christmas Eve-Eve when I was 14. That New Year's, my friend Kristen insisted I come to her Uncle Frank & Aunt Sandy's NYE Party. It was kind of great. Just after midnight, everyone ate grapes and that was supposed to mean good luck or something in the new year. After the grapes, there were the homemade sausage & lettuce sandwiches on crusty rolls. The sausage sandwiches were frickin' awesome. Every year after that, until Kristen's grandmom died, whatever New Years party (the ones with booze & stuff) we were at, after the ball dropped, we would pile into a car (with a responsible driver, natch) and zip over to her grandmom's house for a sausage sandwich. We would stand there in her kitchen, kinda drunk, while Kristen's dad told us inappropriate jokes.
That's it, the end. No epiphany. Grapes & sausage sandwiches.
3 comments:
Oooo....send me a handwritten email with your Bamboo!
Nice! The wacom tablet lives on my wishlist on amazon..but all gift buying members of my family are bonafide walmart/kmart/target card carriers and only two are technologically advanced enough to send email and play bejeweled. So I'm led to believe I may be my own best hope.
NYs Eve as a kid was kind of awesome.
We used to go to my uncle's wife's brothers' house (did you follow?) and party with strange people in the woods until all hours of the morning. All I knew is that for about 3 years from 11-14 - I had great chili, apple cider, and as many sparklers as I wanted - not to mention playing with their pet Doberman who thought he was a Chihuahua.
Hello, EOF writers!
I just read this today...I just wanna share that the grape thing was tradition in our family too. My Mom would peel 12 grapes every NYE, and make a wish for each month come midnight. (NYE is like Christmas for us...dinner at midnight!)
Aw, memories!
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