Friday, January 27, 2006
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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- Troubling Revelations about Elvis Costello
- Little Bits of This and That
- Mad With Power!
- Pandering Democrats Can Suck My Butt
- A Guide to Illinois
THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
8 Comments:
Be thankful. The 8 year old brought friends, plural, home for a sleep over.
Seemed like an ok idea when I was drunk.
J.
Huck, Drinking alone is quite underrated.
*hic
Ryan
I have always wanted to go to Puerto Rico.
Drinking alone means people will never have to see you vomit.
I appreciate that, I really do.
B, you have got to assert yourself in terms of this car business. I was thinking about it walking the dog this morning. If he's going to not work enough to pay for a car, then *he* should be the one that suffers, not you. He should be trying to get rides all the time from people, not you. He should be constantly asking you if he can use the car and thanking you profusely when you allow it. I just don't like the way that your personal symbol of freedom and independence is getting co-opted by someone else, someone you love and who loves you.
Sorry if this rant was inappropriate.
Miss J
It's not inappropriate at all. I just feel like I'm doing what I can to keep us both sort of moving forward. It's probably not the right thing to do, but it's what I'm doing.
Please, really, don't worry. I'm negotiating to become the Wayward Boy Scout's second polygamous wife. He'll take me in if I provide him with some cute as hell kids (and come on! Of course I'd have some cute as hell kids.) and meals and, for some reason, he wants to see my feet, which is fine. And, in exchange, he'll acquire a darling third wife who will smooch me and keep me entertained during the day and who will also clean and do the dishes. So, see. It's going to be all right.
I'm not sure that what you're doing is really helping the Butcher move forward. I mean, maybe what he needs is a little discomfort that will motivate him to make some changes. Right now if he loses his car and hours and makes less money, he just gets to keep living his life the way he was before, only with less work. There are no real consequences. I don't know, B, a lot of times it seems like your treatment of him is similar to the way your parents treat the recalcitrant brother. Sometimes you sound like an "enabler."
Again, I know this is me meddling in family business that I can never really understand. I've just been on my own assertive trip with my family, and it's been making me feel a lot better about things. I'm tired of being selfless all the time. So sorry if I'm just mapping me own resentments onto your life.
Miss J
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