Heartwarming family moment.
February 23rd, 2009 | by TJ |Over Christmas, Phil and I stayed at my sister’s apartment with her and her boyfriend. We basically hung around and played Wii, and a case or so of Yeungling disappeared.
It was good times, especially when my brother came over with his girlfriend as well. I moved out of my parents’ house, for the most part, when my brother was 10. He’s almost 19 now, and I can’t say I really know him all that well, and I’m a bit jealous of my sister getting to hang out with him more often now that he’s not speaking gibberish and drooling all over everything (he’s kind of frozen in time in my mind).
Anyway, having my brother, sister and I all in the same room is just about the most hilarious way I enjoy to spend my time, because all three of us pretty much have the same sense of humor. I can’t promise that it would be as amusing to any of you, but it’s going to be a bummer when I move out to Phoenix and my sister follows to Arizona shortly afterward (did I tell you guys that part?), leaving our 3rd wheel behind.
But as funny as we all are when we get in the same room together, there are a couple of other qualities you can count on observing as well:
a) Loud. I think to this day my parents still regret having three, if only because of the ridiculous volume of getting us all together.
b) Gross. Trust me.
c) Occasionally horrifying. Example:
My sister, her boyfriend and I are taking up all the seats on the couch, and Phil is in the armchair next to me. The only other space available is a bentwood rocker, which my brother is sitting in. After finishing her turn Wii bowling, she sat down on his lap.
Brother: OOFaaaahhhh.
Girlfriend: *whisper*
Brother: you *whisper* on my *whisper*!
Girlfriend: But how? That’s not where it usually is!
TJ: Oh God she knows where it usually is.
TJ&Sister: *traumatized*
By Bluetiger on Feb 24, 2009
*lol* I know what you mean – two sisters and one brother here and I feel sorry for the occasional boyfriends/girlfriends (although it’s more wifes/hubbies now, still apploes though) that end up on family gatherings with us. Not to mention my parents being exactly the same after a couple of beers. So far, only one (1) boyfriend has said anything, ANYTHING at all during one of these gatherings…and he’s still around :)
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By Capn John on Feb 25, 2009
I lived with my parents (in a trailer next to the garage) until my late 20s, but when I moved out I did so in a HUGE way. I didn’t move to the next town or the next state; I left the country. I moved from Australia to the U.S., got married, and I didn’t go back Down Under for 3 years.
When I did return, and I had to bend over to hug my silver-haired dad (who’d lost more than a couple of inches due to several operations on his knee) those three years I’d been gone seemed like a lifetime.
The next time I went back was 4 years later, to bury my father. Sadly we’d already had a family trip planned for that summer, so my father missed out on seeing my son and daughter.
By now both my sisters looked old, my older sister more so than my younger. My Mum although barely into her 60s, also looked a lot older than my mind’s eye remembered her. Apparently I strongly resemble my father. Actually I know I do, but when I look in the mirror I see a younger me than my almost 40-year old reflection.
We can never go back, we can never get back the time that’s passed us by, all we can do is cherish the moment. Grab that “now” and live the hell out of it! Don’t just Seize the Day! Seize the moment! Because there may never be a tomorrow.
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