February 6 09

My family is very, well, different. i spent much of my childhood being ashamed of the uniqueness of it (you are SO right, cactus, uniquity would be way more fitting here).

Yes, there are religious differences – i mean, we are all over the place here…orthodox jews, pentecostal christians, angostics, and atheists…and while yes, having a religiously diverse family left me feeling, well, somewhat apathetic about religion as a whole (i mean, how do you know WHAT to believe when everyone around you believes something different?) (but this is story and discussion for another day)(can of worms i am not ready to open up here)

but the religion thing…that’s not even what i considered weird. I always thought it made me weird that my Eastern-European half-english, half-yiddish, half-german (wait..that’s not right…) speaking, holocaust-surviving grandparents lived with my mother. I always thought it made me weird that i had FOUR parents. I always thought it made me weird that i drank coffee when i was 12. I always thought it made me weird that my mother said “rubbish” instead of “garbage” and that she said she was going to the “beauty shop” instead of “the hairdresser” and that she threw random yiddish words in her sentences in front of my friends – words like “fumph” which, to her, means wander around and manage to waste time doing nothing.

(we did a lot of “fumphing” as kids. my mom would say, “why don’t we go fumph around the mall for a bit?” it was ALWAYS the mall…)

I always thought it made me weird that my sister and i cooked dinner for ourselves when we were way too young to be THAT near a stove. I always thought it made me weird that i got a car on my 16th birthday. I always thought it made me weird that i celebrated both Hanukkah and Christmas. I always thought it made me weird that my uncle speaks with such a strong East Tennessee accent that even i have to ask him to repeat himself at least 4 times. I always thought it made me weird that my dad is a gynecologist (although it did make me quite popular with the guys in high school)

and I always thought it made me weird that i had THOSE relatives in Virginia. The aunt and uncle who lived in the mountains. The aunt and uncle who would invite us to come for Christmas. She’d bake her own bread (because it was easier than finding a store that sells it)  They didn’t use their heating in the winter and instead piled homemade quilt upon homemade quilt on our freezing bodies. They made a Christmas tree of only Elvis decorations.

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They deep-fried their holiday turkey. They have to travel to West Virginia (read: into another state) to find a movie theater to go and see the Fred Savage movie, The Wizard, where they poured the pop out of 2 liter bottles and the popcorn came out of a microwave.

and now that i’m all grown up, i realize that those things that i was so embarrassed of, those things i didn’t want people to know, those things that i thought made me WEIRD…

MAKE FOR ENDLESS AMOUNTS OF HILARIOUS BLOG FODDER.

:)

who knew?

ps. as an added bonus, i now get to pass down all MY weirdness to my kids.

dance

one day they’ll stop being mortified by my hideous dancing SKILLZ and thank me on their blogs…

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  1. If it makes you weird to get a car for your 16th birthday then I wish I had been as weird as you!

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    Comment by Lottifish on February 6, 2009
  2. Oh, I can only WAIT for Emily’s blog, all about boys, teen angst and how humiliating her mother is ;-)

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    Comment by Camels & Chocolate on February 6, 2009
  3. Weird is the new good.

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    Comment by Stacy Quarty on February 6, 2009
  4. I think Emily should start a blog now. And Bella, because I want to hear more about her imaginary friends.

    I always hid the fact that my parents were divorced. Still, to this day, people be like “are your parents coming?” And then I’ll be like “my dad is dead.” And that shuts them right up AND I don’t have to explain the divorce.

    Kristabellas last blog post..OK FINE! I’ll Do Your 25 Things Meme!

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    Comment by Kristabella on February 6, 2009
  5. have you ever heard Elvis sing in yiddish?

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    Comment by SciFi Dad on February 6, 2009
  6. I still my family is weird and yes, it is good for fodder but they are still too weird to share too much about them

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    Comment by Jessica Bern on February 6, 2009
  7. You have Pentecostal Christians in your family too?

    We really are twins.

    Due to that, and our mad dancing skillz.

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    Comment by Angella on February 6, 2009
  8. My dad always used weird yiddish words too. “Schmutz” was a favorite. It meant a little dab of something. Example: “Ya got a little schmutz on yer face. Wipe it off.”

    TrenchesofMommyhoods last blog post.."You’re my boy Blue! You’re my boy."

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    Comment by TrenchesofMommyhood on February 6, 2009
  9. Haha, loving the white-man’s overbite you’re sporting in that pic! ;) Also loving the fumph!

    I’ve known you for how many years now? And, still trying to wrap my head around your famil(ies)! ;)

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    Comment by Haley-O on February 6, 2009
  10. I love this post. I always thought I was weird because of a huge list of things. Now, as an adult, I realize that it was that huge list that made me me.

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    Comment by Chris on February 6, 2009
  11. If it wasn’t for our family we’d have a lot less to blog about.

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    Comment by Captain Dumbass on February 6, 2009
  12. Beauty Parlor (shop?) makes me think of my Grandma – who went there every Tuesday to get her hair set :). Also – she called paper towels ,Scott Toweling :)

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    Comment by Rhi on February 6, 2009
  13. I swear~are we all cut from the same cloth? and how do we find each other?

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    Comment by LibraryGirl on February 7, 2009
  14. I think every family is a bit wacky if you really look at them – mine certainly is and there’s just not enough space in this box to tell you about them. So knowing that, I’ve really given up on even trying to be “normal” because who IS?

    Becks last blog post..Today’s Post

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    Comment by Beck on February 8, 2009
  15. I’m not quite sure how blog fodder-worthy my family is, but at the very least, someone swining from my family tree should really be ponying up some money for my much needed therapy!

    differentkindofgirls last blog post..the post where, if you’ve had even the slightest hint of a crush on me, you’re now saying, ‘yeah, listen, it was fun…’ and then backing away slowly

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    Comment by differentkindofgirl on February 8, 2009
  16. We say rubbish…I thought it was a British term.
    And we say skulk. It’s our “fumph”
    I hate when the kids skulk around the house when they’re bored.

    And deep fried turkey is the shit!! We’ve done it for Christmas twice, Easter once and Seans birthday once.

    Christines last blog post..The Infamous 25

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    Comment by Christine on February 8, 2009
  17. I love weird! Don’t ever be normal Ali, please! :)

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    Comment by Nadine on February 10, 2009
  18. I think that your family sounds like a hoot! Mine is delightful, but not that interesting!

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    Comment by Courtney on February 11, 2009
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