Unfortunately my family is celebrating Christmas again this year. For some, Christmas brings up wonderful memories of raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, and warm woolen mittens. I can't help but think of Christmas two years ago. This year I am asking for a rash, because the way I see it, it will be a little less irritating, but I probably wont get it anyway.
I arrive at my Grandma's house on Christmas eve, as I have so many years growing up, and as usual I am greeted by my family with "i'm sorry, have we met before?"
So my mother goes through the tedious process of introducing me to all my aunts and uncles.
"This is our Son Tony, he's an artist! Our daughter Roni, she will soon be an ASU graduate! And this is Mike, Tony's Friend."
I can't say it doesn't hurt but in some ways I have learned to appreciate the anonymity.
We sat around as we initiated the family's giving of presents, as we do every year.
My mother decided to kick things off by giving everyone in the family a warm woolen pair of pajama pants... As a cool Christmas morning in Arizona often get down to the low 70's. I was excited and began to remove my pants when I realized a startling fact. Tony had pants, Roni had pants, Roni's neighbor friend had pants, as did Tony's girlfriend. My mom even purchased a pair of pants for her astranged brother who stormed out of the house Christmas of '87, never to be seen again. She never let go.
No pants this year for Tony's friend Mike. As I stood there, pantless in the living room, a cool breeze tickled the hair on my legs. And I realized in that moment.
I am... Mike the Middle Child.
7 comments:
tony's friend mike is a nice kid.
Mike..Mike..Mike...Is that the guy that used to have orange hair? I love that guy!
I remember seeing him that night standing in front of the Christmas tree, no pants, no pajamas. It was pathetic.
Really, I am not that terrible mother! I only forgot Mike on ONE Christmas- gezzzzzzzzzzzzz
Your blog is hilarious bro- Jim
All the nights we have spent in the Carrillo living room sharing life--laughing, crying, sipping wine and margharitas--with our great friends Andy and Cindy. Watching Tony and Roni grow up...Mike? Mike? They told me that the guy getting cut up by the bouganvilla was the gardener. I assumed he was illegal but was too polite to ask. "Time for margharitas!"
Oh how I love this blog thing. I have never done this before, but the thought of actually getting a word in on "the middle child" without him being able to immediatley retort is too juicy.
So here goes rant #2:
I was talking with Andy this afternoon and I said, "Hey Andy, I didn't know Mike had a blog."
Andy: "Who?"
Rant # 3
Dear Middle Child,
I know this one will have to hurt.
I didn't know you had a blog until I was perusing Fminus for today's daily funny when I came across Tony's blog. As I was being amused by that I noticed a link...
Once again, how nice it is to rip Mike without him interupting.
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