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More family shenanigans.
Feb. 13th, 2012 04:26 amI went up to Jersey this weekend to see what was going on in the world. Helped mah bestie car shop & deal with real life issues, had a dinner with some friends, hit up my favorite goth club, apparently forgot to sleep, and saw the fam.
I called my dad today to be like BITCH WHEN WE CHILLIN. My baby brother answered the phone. I was like "Lorenzo?" and he said "Yeah." and I said "It's Nicole! Is Dad there?" and he went "Oh yay! Yes!" and as he handed the phone over to our dad, I heard him ask who was on the phone and Lorenzo said "it's my beautiful sister!"
He's 16. He has too much sex. He works out too much. He plays too many video games. But he can melt my friggin heart.
So my dad regales me with more family history. Always hilarious. Apparently, my grandfather (he was a beautician) had a violet wand. He used to use it for "massage therapy" and charge a fortune. My dad didn't even know what it was called. He described it and I was like "Hold up, grandpa had a friggin violet wand?" "Yeah, if that's what you call it. It was like one of those globes at the science museum! One had a bulb, one had a rake... " I KNOW DAD.
And we wonder where I get it from.
Another fun tidbit. Everyone in the 50s till the 80s in NJ worked at Singer Kearfott in Elizabeth. Damn near my entire family did at some point. So, unsurprisingly one of my dad's first jobs was making a clock. This one was special though cause it was gonna go into space. He thought it was neat, but nothing hugely jaw dropping.
My dad's clock went into Apollo 13. During their electrical failure, his clock was one of the few electrical things that actually still worked and was used when they timed their bursts.
WHY DON'T I GET TOLD *THESE* THINGS?!?! I know all the ickie stuff. C'mon now.
That man.
Out of all the artwork my grandmother did, he only has ONE painting.
I wish I had a fraction of her talent. She was kind of amazingly talented. I wish I had her still life paintings. It makes me so sad because I have no clue where they are.
I called my dad today to be like BITCH WHEN WE CHILLIN. My baby brother answered the phone. I was like "Lorenzo?" and he said "Yeah." and I said "It's Nicole! Is Dad there?" and he went "Oh yay! Yes!" and as he handed the phone over to our dad, I heard him ask who was on the phone and Lorenzo said "it's my beautiful sister!"
He's 16. He has too much sex. He works out too much. He plays too many video games. But he can melt my friggin heart.
So my dad regales me with more family history. Always hilarious. Apparently, my grandfather (he was a beautician) had a violet wand. He used to use it for "massage therapy" and charge a fortune. My dad didn't even know what it was called. He described it and I was like "Hold up, grandpa had a friggin violet wand?" "Yeah, if that's what you call it. It was like one of those globes at the science museum! One had a bulb, one had a rake... " I KNOW DAD.
And we wonder where I get it from.
Another fun tidbit. Everyone in the 50s till the 80s in NJ worked at Singer Kearfott in Elizabeth. Damn near my entire family did at some point. So, unsurprisingly one of my dad's first jobs was making a clock. This one was special though cause it was gonna go into space. He thought it was neat, but nothing hugely jaw dropping.
My dad's clock went into Apollo 13. During their electrical failure, his clock was one of the few electrical things that actually still worked and was used when they timed their bursts.
WHY DON'T I GET TOLD *THESE* THINGS?!?! I know all the ickie stuff. C'mon now.
That man.
Out of all the artwork my grandmother did, he only has ONE painting.
I wish I had a fraction of her talent. She was kind of amazingly talented. I wish I had her still life paintings. It makes me so sad because I have no clue where they are.
