April 14, 2004

One Flew Over The Easter Basket

I was just reflecting on my Easter and thinking how absolutely bizarre it was, mainly because of the people I was with. Allow me to paint a quick picture.

My brother-in-law and his wife were there (they're both relatively normal) as well as Beth's parents of course. My father-in-law has the proud distinction of being the only one in the crowd guity of voting for Bush. We pick on him for it. Its a little game we play. Rounding out the more sedate members of the crowd were my father and my wife. Seems like your normal holiday so far, right? Not so much.

My wife's grandfather (grandfather-in-law?) flew in from California...with his new girlfriend. His wife died last year and, after being significantly depressed about it for quite a while, he found himself a hottie. A hottie in her early 80's but a hottie nontheless. She joined us as well. We were also joined by two college students from a conservative Christian college in California (one of whom is my wife's cousin). They're in town doing an internship on the Hill (Capitol Hill, that is). The last of our visitors was Alexis who you might remember as our token political refugee from Cameroon. All families have to have a token political refugee from some African country, right? No? All the festivities were overseen by my mother, flaunting a hat of her own creation. She'd adorned a black, wide-brimmed hat with flowers, the stems of which extended easily 12 inches from the hat itself. From these she delicately hung cheap plastic earrings which portrayed flamingos under palm trees. We were confused. Then we just decided to roll with it.

When people talk about diversity, I'm pretty sure this is what they're talking about. Would I be correct if I assumed you're going to want a back-story for some of this?

Posted by Chris at April 14, 2004 04:52 PM
Comments

You'd be correct. At least your Easter was fascinating!! I almost died laughing about your mother's hat. Everyone should have a mother like that. Or at least an aunt.

Posted by: Maureen at April 14, 2004 05:27 PM

back up story? ummmm...yeah!

Posted by: Sarah at April 14, 2004 05:57 PM

Oh yes, Chris. Details. DEEEE...tails!

Posted by: Burnt Fuse at April 14, 2004 05:59 PM

At least it sounds like your Easter couldn't have been dull!

Posted by: Nicole at April 14, 2004 06:27 PM

I so need a hat like that. I love that the confusion was simpley rolled into acceptance. You must expand with the story, we're aching to know!

Posted by: Oliquig at April 14, 2004 06:34 PM

Knowing you, there is always an interesting story to be told. It sounds like an eclectic time, and utterly diverse and wonderful. You have to mention how the polical refugee ended up at your place, too. :)

Posted by: Zandria at April 14, 2004 09:03 PM

Wish I could have been there. That's entertainment!

Posted by: Hunter at April 14, 2004 09:17 PM

Sounds interesting. Did she happen to mention where you could buy some plastic flamingo earrings? They are all the rage!

Posted by: Nicole at April 14, 2004 10:01 PM

I use to think... 'Now wouldn't it be nice to meat Chris and Beth when they're over on their next European tour', but ta hell with that!! I wanna meet chore mamma!!!

I think we're beginning to see just why you turned out so entertaining... and yes the background would be nice please.

Posted by: amber at April 15, 2004 03:02 AM

i cant say anything. my mother used to bedazzle her clothing.

Posted by: Zoot at April 15, 2004 09:45 AM

Your mom needs to move to Tampa, where she can sell those hats to all the little old ladies there. She'd be rich, I tell you. Rich!

Also, I think I've found my new pickup line: "Hey baby, you want to be my political refugee?"

Posted by: Dawnie at April 15, 2004 12:18 PM

I am intrigued by your mother's hat. Any photos you can share with us? :-)

Posted by: Dee at April 15, 2004 02:13 PM

I almost snorted salad dressing out my nose...WE have a token Middle-Eastern political refugee in the fam! No one knows what he's saying, and my dad mostly asks repeatedly, "you don't eat pork? pork is good! are you sure you don't eat it?"

But he's there for most holidays. I don't even know where my mom found him...probably wandering around campus. Weird. I thought this was unique to my family.

Posted by: Anne at April 15, 2004 04:00 PM

my boos, isabelle, is from cameroon, but i don't know if she's a refuge or if any family has taken her as their token.

so, if you know anyone who still needs a token refuge, she just may be available.

Posted by: lucky at April 19, 2004 09:15 AM