In my family, I blame it on a few flakes, namely my dad, my brother and my paternal grandfather. See a pattern here?
My grandmother was startled dad had never mentioned his brother (grandpa's first kid, who...well, she did find out before she married my grandfather. But he thought he'd mentioned it already.) My aunt stunned I didn't know about husband#1.
But let's not mention the part where I didn't tell my parents about my brother being married, as I figured I'd let him off easy on the taunting. What I didn't know was that he hadn't mentioned it to them yet. It took another month.
(he had tried to call us from the courthouse steps, but no one was home and he didn't leave a message. But he didn't call back!)
About 5 or 6 years ago, we suddenly started spending time with my great uncle. I dont' know if I ever knew he existed. it was odd that I hadn't met him, since he lived in the same city as my grandmother (who was divorced from my grandfather who lived in New Jersey) I kind of wondered why we "Just" started spending time with him, and then I leared that my great uncle had met my grandmother first, which makes me suspect that my grandfather stole my grandmother away from my great-uncle. Quelle scandale!
We just had free ice cream sundaes in the lobby of our building. At least 9 types of ice cream/yogurt/etc. and all the fixings.
I feel kinda gross now, but in that dessert bloat way.
From IMDB:
Consumers who plug into DSL and cable broadband lines watch two fewer hours of television per week than those without Internet services; those with dial-up connections watch 1.5 fewer hours of TV, according to a study by Forrester Research, "The State of Consumers and Technology: Benchmark 2005," released Tuesday. The study also predicted that the number of households with broadband connections to the Internet will increase from 31 million at the end of 2004 to 71.4 million by 2010.
Again, I got to wonder about correlation v. causation.
About 5 or 6 years ago, we suddenly started spending time with my great uncle. I dont' know if I ever knew he existed. it was odd that I hadn't met him, since he lived in the same city as my grandmother (who was divorced from my grandfather who lived in New Jersey) I kind of wondered why we "Just" started spending time with him, and then I leared that my great uncle had met my grandmother first, which makes me suspect that my grandfather stole my grandmother away from my great-uncle. Quelle scandale!
Oh, that's kind of fun.
My family tells me everything. Unfortunately.
Ahrg. I'm frantically trying to get stuff set up so I have some semblance of backup for the helpdesk and no one knows what I'm talking about. Fucking layoffs.
Best of luck sara, sounds like a tough situation.
We have rumours that are quite fun. Who has drug orgies, who stole a man from their daughter, who's cheating on who ...
And, of course, who's in the closet, or who refuses to admit other family members aren't in the closet any more.
It's a running joke that my family forgets to tell me stuff, from the important "T had her baby!" to the unimportant "Oh, we're meeting here for dinner rather than the usual place." I retaliate by not mentioning things like travel plans. "Hey, whatcha doing on Saturday?" "Oh, I'll be in L.A., why?"
My folks have gotten in the habit of telling me rather late in the game that, oh yeah, Mom was in the hospital again, last week. Or, as Dad mentioned last night at 9:30, "Oh, yeah, we've had to have the EMTs out twice in the past couple of days." At least they mentioned the current round of hospitalization before she checked out. Oy. Part of it is that Dad's caught up in actually dealing with things as they happen, then dealing with the fall-out afterward, and puts contacting the daughters down on the "later" end of the to do list. Understandable. But my sister and I have gotten in the habit of calling one another after a round of parental talks, just to cross-check data.
