Do you think that the people you know are as strange as the people that I know? Wanna bet?
Truth be told, I'm related by marriage to some of the strange people I know. Well, truth really be told, I'm actually related by blood to some of them...
And I don't mean "strange" like your Aunt Winifred is "strange" because she talks to herself sometimes... No...
I mean strange like my mother whose get-well card to my cat just came in the mail today... Only... she didn't have a "get-well card", so, she used a "Mazel Tov on Your Bar Mitzvah" card and wrote inside the card that it was really a "get well" card for my cat because she couldn't get to the store to get a real get-well card for my cat...
Only... she didn't have an envelope that fit the card, so, she cut the bottom of the card off.
So, now it says "Mazel Tov on Your Bar"...
See what I mean?
But even that's not as strange as my best friend's Christmas cards...
See, every year, I sign the bottom of all the Christmas cards that I send out with my husband's name, my name, my step-son's name (he's 32 and hasn't lived with us for at least 12 years), my daughter's name (who's the same age as my step-son and moved out about the same time) and our cat's name.
Now, despite what you may be thinking, I don't really consider this all that strange, really...
But, my best friend signs her Christmas cards with her name (she lives alone), her dog's name, her cat's name and "the SPIRIT of" a CHICKEN she USED to have that DIED, like, 7 YEARS AGO...
That's what I mean by "strange"...
I have a couple of ex-brothers-in-law that are pretty strange, too...
Their father was a painter and sculptor -- an artist that actually supported his wife and three children with his creations... That's not strange, that's really kind of cool...
Having been raised as "artsy" Bohemian types, all three brothers (my ex and his two brothers) smoke pipes (no... I mean the TOBACCO kind... jeesh!). That's also not too strange... But, what IS strange is that, when one of my ex's older brother's pipes starts "messing up" (his words), he will put a firecracker in the bowl and blow it up.
(Hey, give me a second, I haven't even gotten to the "strange" part yet...) Then, HE HANGS THE PIECES UP IN FRONT OF THE OTHER PIPES AS A LESSON to THEM not to "mess up"!!!
THAT'S what I mean by "strange"...
All three brothers play instruments and frequently "jam" together; therefore, my ex's older and younger brothers own lots of electronic equipment that they use on these occasions such as amplifiers, recording devices, microphones, etc. (which, as you may or may not know, isn't really very strange...); however, if one of these pieces of equipment malfunctions, the two brothers slip into a extemporaneous skit and act out like two little, old German technicians doing "fine adjustments" to said equipment using large mallets, chainsaws, etc. (Now, you gotta admit that's pretty darned strange...)
Even STRANGER...
One evening when a turntable "messed up" while one of the brothers was at work, the other brother only did half of the "fine adjustments" to said turntable and then, when he had to go to work, he left the half-destroyed turntable there (along with the mallets, chainsaws, etc.) for the other brother to finish "adjusting"...
See? THAT'S what I mean by "strange"...
Let's return for a moment to my mother...
We had this electric wallclock for many years when I was a kid. Nothing remarkable about it -- a "Westclox", I think... green with white numbers... round... about 8 inches in diameter...
One day it started losing time and making weird noises... weird growling type noises...
I came in from school that afternoon to find that my mother had taken the clock down off the wall (still plugged in) and laid it on a towel on the ironing board.
It was growling even louder by then and was also leaking a strange yellow-colored liquid out of the back of it.
My mother looked at me, dabbingtears from the corners of her eyes, and said, her voice choking, "It's not getting any better -- I don't think the poor thing is going to make it."
That clock laid on that towel on the ironing board, growling, for three days until, finally, mercifully, it "passed on" to "Timekeeper Heaven"...
Now, THAT'S what I mean by "strange"...
See? I told you that you couldn't hold a candle... Was I right or was I right???
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Though, I don't know about more strange, but I could come up with some really good ones from my family hahaha.
Did you know that water dripping off the roofs of buildings after a rain is actually gnomes taking pee break? (From my Mother).
You're welcome, Shannon! My pleasure! :o)
It's downright scary!
I don't actually have a multitude of strange people; however, my MIL has a multitude of strange ways about her.
I don't know WHAT I'd do if I had more than one person in my family who acted like my MIL!
You've got some silly-crazy people in your life Jean. :o)
OMG...that is by far the funniest (and strangest) thing I think I've ever heard! And I thought some of the people in MY family were wierd......somehow naming all the trees they plant isn't half as odd as "teaching your pipes not to mess up"! LOL
I'll be laughing at this one all morning....thanks for a fun start to my day! BTW....tomorrow's gonna be a killer, got any more stories?!? ;-)
Oh BTW ... the clock probably went somewhere else ...
time doesn't matter in heaven! (-;
You made my day! :^D
And, to Ron: I see that you definitely have a HIGH TOLERANCE for "weird"... ;o)
When my husband first met my family, I asked him, "Don't you think my family is weird?" He said no. Then when I met his family, he asked me if I thought HIS family was weird. No--at that time they seemed pretty normal to me.
(But now........we know the truth about each other's families.....and I wonder, is EVERY family out there weird?) :-))
(Apparently the answer is YES!)
Thanks for poppin' in! :o)
Do these count as strange?:
M&M's or Skittles: All must be poured out and cordoned into their respective color catagories. Largest groups are eaten first until all colors have same number. Then they are eaten one at a time...
Whenever I look at a digital clock it's vital I check to see if it is a "Happy Minute." A Happy Minute is any minute where the four digits can be combined in a sequential order to form a true mathmatical statement. Examples:
12:12 (12 = 12, or 1+2=1+2, or 1 x 2 x 1 = 2)
11 o'clock is a HAPPY HOUR as 1 = 1 to the X power. 11:47 (1 = 1^47)
A close friend is terrified of those life-sized stuffed cutesy kidz you stand in the corner. Maybe you've seen them? I found one to put in his tent in a forthcoming camping trip. I want to hear him scream like a girl.
Another friend is petrified of anything "giant."
One friend will eat meat-- but NOT if it has a bone in it. He'll turn his head while his partner removes the bone from a steak-- he can't eat it otherwise.
My brother is a swordsmith (cool, eh?). His entire school life he ate NOTHING but peanut butter and jelly sandwiches except for one occassion: our grandmother fixed his usual PBJ but cut it corner-to-corner instead of accross. He couldn't eat it.
To Michael: cordening off different colors of Skittles or M&Ms is the ONLY WAY to eat them PROPERLY -- JEESH! (I thought EVERYBODY KNEW THAT!)
I, myself, couldn't eat chicken as a child because of the bones... I had what's termed "oliophobia" (fear of bones) but, later, found out why and it's now a thing of past... Perhaps your friend has the same thing???
AND I can sympathize COMPLETELY with the friend with the "giant" phobia (not that I have it or know anybody who does -- but I can imagine it easily...)
And the PBJ thing with your brother is very similar to what I went through the first time someone else besides my "Pop" (my grandmother's second husband) offered to cut up an apple for me and didn't cut the peeling off first in one, long strung-out piece like he did... I had a FIT for an HOUR... So, I can relate... TOTALLY...