Odd: left over, remaining, separated from, somewhat more than, irregular, unusual, unordinary, or (my personal favorite) offbeat.
Some people are destined for fame or fortune, or perhaps their family genes pass down a talent for singing, painting, or learning languages. My family has passed down the gene for oddness and a talent for Pig Latin. Now, you may be able to escape fame or fortune, or deny a talent for singing or painting, but if the Gods have gifted you with the “odd” gene, your fate is sealed.
The first thing you need to know about my family is that nothing can begin without a name. The general family rule is that my mom gets to name almost everything (children, pets, ice cream makers). So when she recently exclaimed, “We are such an odd family,” which she has done every day of my life, I knew she had also just named my new blog.
This blog will share the oddity and absurdities of family life and its cacamakatua, a family word meaning, I’m not exactly sure what, but I think it’s the name for all the stuff my mom never got around to naming. I will have to check on this and get back to you.
Introductions will include my WHOLE odd family, not just my immediate odd family. My husband, Joe, is already eyeing me a bit suspiciously. My son, Cole, admonished me to remember to include myself while writing (13 year-olds are so cheeky!). You will meet my Mom, Dad, aunts, uncles, cousins, and a few family friends who count.
My first post might be about the cat poisoning my dad, (you will have to tune in later to see who made it) or my mother’s insistence that if it is in the newspaper, it is, without question, true. She does not read the New York Times. Or maybe I will write about how an only child (me) who dreamed of marrying an orphan who travelled a lot ended up married to a man with 6 siblings and works from home. Just remember, I will be writing with family rule #2 firmly in mind: Never let the truth get in the way of a good story, (established by my grandmother, Tutu).
My family is odder than yours, but if you want to prove me wrong, use the comment section of this blog. If your uncle then reads your comment and threatens to smack you so hard you get picked up in New York for speeding … we offer you a warm welcome to My Odd Family. You are going to fit right in.
Glad you were in my Odd neighborhood. Feel free to drop by any time. Odd Loves Company!
P.S My mom says, I should let you know you can click on the abouttab at the top of the page and find out all about ME. This is one of the reason’s I am crazy about my mom, even if she really just wants to show off the really cute picture of her grandson.