Since my return, I have been engaged in many things besides updating this blog: sleeping, catching up on back logs of Cute Overload, knitting an increasingly unmanageable number of projects (due to the holiday season creeping up even faster than ever this year), and cooking. Since Elijah and I had Thanksgiving on the road, my [...]
I spent this past weekend in good ol’ Wichita, land of construction barrels and proliferating chain restaurants, ringing in the new year with the family. I’m referring to the lunar new year, of course, which, as any Chinese or Vietnamese child knows, is objectively way better than the piddling, backwards Gregorian calendar version. Instead of getting regretfully drunk, the thing to do for the lunar new year is to gorge oneself on as much delicious food as possible, and of course, pillage one’s relatives and any moneyed adult for shiny red envelopes.
Hannah has alerted me to the existence of a crazy parent story contest. Better yet, it appears to be crazy Asian parent themed. I had a lot to choose from, but I settled on the one about my dad’s bug repellent. I’m not even sure about the prizes offered in the contest, which are two DVDs for movies unknown to me. It’s about the principle.
The fact of the matter is, chiaroscuro and I have the craziest parents of anyone we know, and possibly anyone on the Internets. Sure, we weren’t fathered by Idi Amin or (s)mothered by Joan Crawford or anything; our parents are more or less good people. Being raised by these two individuals has taught me that good personhood does not necessitate sanity.
With that said, the latest little update in my mother’s mad life is that she wants to sue the Pennsylvania DMV.
I’ve mentioned or made allusion to many of my mom’s various neuroses here on this blog, but I’m not sure I’ve given equal coverage to my father’s particular brand of insanity. Yes, as you say, everybody’s parents are insane, but I am going to argue that mine are probably even more insane, and I think [...]
