Sunday regurgitation: My parents live inside a tilt-a-whirl

I have a project in mind.


That was the sound of Nate sprinting out the front door. He’s still working on the last project I came up with, namely yanking up our stair runner and refinishing our stairs. It is slowly sucking his will to live. I’m going to hurry up and type this post because if I don’t chase him down speedy quick, he’ll have gotten himself a passport and crossed the border into Canada and I’ll be damned if I’m going to call him long distance to complain about the condition of our stairs when it’s so much more convenient to simply yell my opinion from the living room.

The new project I have in mind concerns a photo wall in our family room and this will involve measuring, aligning and symmetry, coincidentally three things that give Nate purpose in life. So maybe he won’t run screaming out the front door after all. But just in case, I gorilla glued it shut.

Speaking of a photo wall, I leave you with a post I wrote last year after visiting my parents’ house down in North Carolina, when Nate came down with a rash and I came up with a disease.

Happy Sunday, everyone!



A little to the left. To the right. Nope, to the left again …


While visiting my parents in North Carolina last week, Nate inexplicably came down with a rash one day. He blinked and the next thing we all knew, his body was covered in itchy, red, raised splotches. I gave him an air hug, threw some Benadryl at him from across the room and hopped in the Durango to go shopping, because while I’m normally a pretty compassionate woman, I have the capacity to eat my own young after I’ve gone four nights with no sleep, especially if the sleep deprivation is due to the deafening snoring of a certain red splotched, itchy individual who shall remain nameless.

So Nate took the Benadryl which got rid of his rash and then he went about trying to determine what caused it in the first place. He thought it had something to do with the Pepcid Complete he had taken two minutes after he took some Zantac, because Nate has a tendency to mix and match medications as if he’s standing in the bulk section of the candy aisle in Wegmans, under the assumption that if one pill cures an ailment, then ten will do the job faster and better.

Thank God he doesn’t take birth control pills or little blue Mr. Happy pills. Can you imagine? He’d be permanently sterile and walking funny in 45 seconds or less.

As I wandered around my parents’ house, I came up with a different theory for the rash and I even coined a name for it. I’ve always wanted to coin something … it sounds so, I don’t know … intelligent? I need all the help I can get in that area.

Speaking of coining, I’m not sure what legal hoops I have to jump through to coin a disease? Do I have to sign something in blood three thousand times somewhere? Notify my governor? Give away my first born? Because I can have Zoe packed and standing at the curb in under two minutes if need be, a sacrifice I’d be willing to make the next time she transforms the bathroom into a bacterial pigsty.

What if I simply say the disease out loud? Is that sufficient? I’m going to make an executive decision and say it is. I like making executive decisions when no one’s around because that’s the only time I ever get to make them and they make me feel important and besides, saying it out loud is the fastest and easiest way to get my newly coined disease “out there” and I’m all about fast and easy. Just ask Nate.

Kidding! Sort of.

So, here it comes. Get ready …




ASKEWITIS. Make sure you put the “kew” sound in there because otherwise, it sounds like a fanny disease that no one will ever want to talk about and if no one is going to talk about my disease, why’d I spend all that time coining it?

Loosely translated, askewitis means an abnormal physiological condition brought on by the sight or proximity of anything askew. And before any of you try to steal my thunder, I’ve already contacted the Journal of the American Medical Association several times and they’ve promised to look into its validity provided I stop pestering them and comply with their restraining order. I fully expect to see an episode of Grey’s Anatomy revolving around this disease during sweeps week and it would be nice if they dedicated the episode to me but I’ll be satisfied with a detailed acknowledgment in supersize font in the credits.

Oh, and McDreamy or McSteamy or Alex or Dr. Hunt? Feel free to come on over if you need some hands on research..

Askewitis primarily affects those individuals who suffer mild to advanced obsessive-compulsive tendencies and seek order and conformity in their daily lives.

Anyone? Anyone? Nate?

The people who tend to like things neat and straight and level and symmetrical and can usually be found with a level and tape measure permanently affixed somewhere on their bodies for easy and immediate access.

Anyone? Anyone? Nate?

The physical effect of witnessing anything crooked or lopsided can manifest itself in a skin inflammation like Nate’s rash, or in an uncontrollable twitching of an eye, such as my own tic that occurs immediately after catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, whereupon I have to immediately staple my eye shut until I lose ten pounds.

Losing weight is hard and staples hurt, so I just avoid mirrors.

I probably should have mentioned that I suffer from a little askewitis myself. As well as several other conditions that I won’t get into here.

My parents’ house is a virtual breeding ground for askewitis. I’m not sure why, because they don’t live on any fault line that I’m aware of and there were no hurricanes or tornadoes whipping stuff about while we were visiting and as far as I know, no one picked up their house and shook it like a maraca, so I have no idea why we could not find a cluster of pictures that was not, to a certain degree, askew. Maybe there’s some weird magnetic thing going on in North Carolina? Remind me to fax an annotation to JAMA when I’m done here. I don’t think faxes violate restraining orders.

With all the askewing going on, it’s a wonder that Nate or I didn’t spontaneously combust. What a Thanksgiving to tell our grandchildren about, huh? Except that we wouldn’t be there to see our grandchildren.

OK … I can hear you whispering and giggling on the other side of my monitor. Let’s just get it out in the open, shall we?

That’s my twin brother in his high school senior photo from 1985, trying to look contemplative with feathered hair. He didn’t know at the time that it was physically impossible to look contemplative with feathered hair.

Next to my brother’s photo is my sister’s senior photo from 1975. She doesn’t have feathered hair because I don’t think feathered hair was invented yet. She has jumbo, frozen orange juice from concentrate can-curled hair. For the sake of Elaine’s locks, we drank a lot of orange juice back in those days.

On the bottom row are pictures of Tino and me, when we were around five or so, with our puppet friends Ernie and Cookie Monster. You probably can’t tell from Tino’s picture because it’s too dark (have I mentioned lately how much hate my camera? And how much it hates me? And how I’m never, ever, ever going to figure out manual settings before I die?)  but his glasses were not just askew, they were askeeeeeeeeeew because they were allergic to cameras and anytime they saw one coming, they immediately tilted to the left. We never could figure out why. I didn’t have my glasses yet, hence the blank, uncomprehending stare that can only belong to a shy, blind child who has been asked to stick her hand up a hairy blue monster’s ass and smile for the big, black, blurry thing pointed in her face.

Anyone else out there suffer from askewitis? Remember, the first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem. Support group is forming, information and details to be released at a later date, after JAMA returns my calls.



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7 thoughts on “Sunday regurgitation: My parents live inside a tilt-a-whirl”

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    Loved this post first time round.

    So, just how many steps are there are your stairway – it must be like the “Stairway to Heaven” as it seems to go on, and on, and on – do you live in a 20 story house?

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    Now I thought askew pictures would have driven you to distraction more than Nate. See, we always learn something from your very funny posts. And yes, the staircase is becoming a saga, will it be finished in time for Christmas?

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    I too loved this post the first time around.

    This time around though, I am stuck on your photo wall concept, because I too have a cherished dream of a photo wall. Or photo “hall” if we ever get the wallpaper stripped and the walls painted in the upstairs hall. (Oh wait, hang on, we live in a split level – there is only one actual hall. Well, saying “upstairs hall” still sounds better to me than “the hall” so I’m sticking with it.) If the hall doesn’t work for such a purpose, then I want a wall, either in the living room or family room.

    Seeing as how the living room also still suffers from a bad case of 45-year-old, Laura-Ashley-Threw-Up-And-Then-Died-Here wallpaper, and how the family room walls are wood paneling that was painstakingly painted (and painted, and painted and PAINTED – damn it took a lot of paint to cover up the stupid wood paneling) and so now Hubby doesn’t want to desecrate the paint (and paint, and paint and paint), well, I don’t have anything remotely resembling a picture wall.

    What I *do* have, instead, is twenty seven dozen and five framed photos or photo collages. Some are still packed in boxes, but a good percentage of them (maybe twelve dozen and two) are currently spread out on one section of the living room floor because my six year old apparently decided that if we can’t hang the pictures up anywhere, we might as well spread them out on the floor so we can see them. So, at the moment, I have a picture FLOOR. Good thing we have no actual furniture in the living room (besides the piano) and we don’t really use it…

    Sigh. I’d even settle for an askew picture wall.

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    that’s creative!! Askew? I thought it was more like “Ask you what Itis” as in you don’t know what it is LOL

    All my pics are askew in my house – stay away LOL

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    SO yesterday we had a particularly monotonous day at the office and I ran across this… so I emailed it to everyone in the office… it was hysterical to listen to everyone start laughing at the same time…. thanks for making us survive a long day at the office….

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