11 posts tagged “brother”
I wish mine would stop sending 45 pictures in a single email. Yes, I've recommended Snapfish, flickr, etc . . . but he keeps sending these gigunda emails.
Mom is in Phoenix visiting her brother. She's as exasperated with hers as I am with mine, so I don't know why she makes such a big about us not getting along. I mean, she only went today and I think he is already hitting some of those last nerves. I have no doubt that before she comes home she will give him the what-for. I already told her tonight, "Well, you just remember I told you to leave later and come home earlier, but no . . ."
My brother went home yesterday. THANK GOD. He just talks and talks and talks. Even mom said, "He's a good soul, if only he didn't talk so much."
One of the things that grates on my nerves is, "I know." He knows everything. Even when I know that as I'm explaining the nuclear shot she had, it was the first he'd heard of it. I'm glad I had some friends around to experience him. It must been seen to be believed.
We only had one incident when I spoke back to him and he got all attitudinal on me. Mom and I have a deal. I let her do the talking. After all, she is talking about herself. Her experience. How she feels. I only interject at the end, and only if I think she missed something important. (OK, sometimes I nod my head which prompts her doctor to ask more probing questions.)
Well, as a talker, my brother answers for her. Even if she is speaking at the same time. A nurse was asking her questions Friday night and he just kept talking. Finally I told him to be quiet and let her talk. He did, but he let me know he was not happy about it.
Yesterday she and I were on the phone. He was hearing her side of the conversation and still answering for her. And he's loud. To the point of destraction.
He says he'll be back after Thanksgiving. I'm not holding my breath.
So says my mother about my brother. I told her that I fully expected him to. I reminded her that when she had her hysterectomy, he stayed till the minute she got out of the hospital, then went home. "Oh, that's ok," she said. Saintly sons and dutiful daughters.
Her test this morning was fine. No results today though. Grr.
Today is my oldest brother's 68th birthday. I'm 42. Yes, that's 26 years between us.
Last night I sent my brother an email:
I found someone to take care of this, so don't worry about it.
me
This afternoon he called mom to say he didn't receive the first email. Which was a surprise to her because I hadn't mentioned it. I decided to take the high road. Ah, well.
I broke down and asked my brother for help.
I emailed him on Monday:
Mom really needs a handrail on her back porch. I'm worried that she's going to lose her balance and fall off. I know going down she holds onto the porch door to get to the bottom step, but going up is an issue. Is that something you and/or Lee could do? Nothing fancy. Just something sturdy to hang onto.
I've not heard a response. I decided to give him several days and the benefit of the doubt. I emailed my niece yesterday to make sure I have his email correct. I do.
Guess that's another thing I'll need to figure out and pay for.
I've not told her and am debating if I should. Part of me thinks I should rat him out. The other says to let her live blissfully naive.
Yesterday she dragged me to a resale shop to see a couch she found. I did like it and sat a while debating the purchase now. It would throw my budget off.
She offered to buy it for me. We had a discussion about her being willing to spend money on me but not herself. Eventually she said, "If you want, I can send the same amount to Peter -- if that would make you feel better."
Um, no. That wouldn't make me feel better and is in no way a factor of me accepting money from you.
I put it on layaway (who knew that still existed?). It's red.
My brother sent mom and I an email that says "find my boobie" in the subject line.
Find my boobie?
Find my boobie??
Naturally there are a dozen pictures attached, none of which offers a preview. Finally, I came to this picture:
I've decided he meant to say "boo-boo" not boobie.
Talk about your Freudian slips! (To his mother and sister no less!) Idiot.
Someone in that family really needs to learn how to take better pictures. There are more, but they're too awful to share.
Here's how spiteful I am. I hope that my brother falls madly, deeply, in love with this kid. I hope his daughter gets mad at him and doesn't let him see that baby again for six years. Then maybe he'll realize how much he has hurt his own mom. Our own banishment was between 12- and 18-years-old for her and 10- to 16-years-old for him. Those are years we will never get back and I believe that the bond between us (grandma, aunt, niece and nephew) is irreparably broken.
I sent a cookie bouquet today. My brother called mom to let her know it arrived. Said how cute it was, etc... Could my niece get on the phone and thank Grandma herself? No. Irreparably broken.