July 14, 2012

Families That Laugh Together

My son and I were driving through the South; my younger two were in the back fighting watching videos or whatever they do and the following conversation occurred.

Me: Look at all these cemeteries. Look at all these old church cemeteries. I love church cemeteries. I want to be buried in a church cemetery, not just some public cemetery. I want one that is all churchy. With churchy caretakers. And historical documents as to who is buried there.

Ringo: *blink*

Me: You know, we have a church cemetery that your GGGGG grandfather started in Birmingham. It's named for us and we have scads of family planted there. I bet I could be buried there...

Ringo: *blink*

Me: Really, I just want the tombstone. I just want some stone record I existed...


Me: I love cemeteries.

Ringo: I know. Mom. It's kind of weird. We've been through this thing with cemeteries before.

Me: Tell me right now that you didn't frickin' LOVE that cemetery tour in New Orleans. Tell me you didn't...

Ringo, grinning: I did. You know I did. We all did. It was really cool...

Me: But, as much as I want to do the cemeteries in Charleston on the next band trip, I am not planning a cemetery tour.

Ringo: Thank you.

Me: You know I wanted to.

Ringo: Mom, I know. Thank you. Do you know what it would be like if you did? All the kids in band would be like, "Dude, what is up with your Mom and cemeteries" and I'd be all like, "Yeah. Whatever..." and they'd all think it was weird. 'cuz it kinda is. So... thank you.



We took the Great Flambina to see Madagascar III. I took this picture as we made our way through to the theatre.

Green boots 2.jpg

Nothing quite says, "I feel pretty" like a pretty blue dress accessorized with green bug rain boots.

She cracks me up.


My family has a theme song. Not my family, the five of us, but this includes as well my Mom, Dad, TN, Mo and her family.

I think I've written on it before. I tried to find a video on youtube with it.

A little background: It started when Mo was a senior in high school, so think late 80s. She drove a car that had Mardi Gras beads hanging from the rear view mirror, a stuffed monkey on the dash and a bumper sticker on the back windshield that said something ghastly about tail gating and flipping a bugger on your windshield.

TN used to sing this song whenever she got out of her car.

From there it became the song when there was just utter chaos swirling around. Anytime we were trying to go somewhere with all of us, that means with my three boys, kids scrambling for shoes, screaming to have to pee first, someone forgot their purse, some kid was kicking another, all as we tried to make our way out the door for dinner... someone would invariably start singing this song.

You will hear this song at least once a day when we're at my folks' house trying to get something done with all of us together.

And I've wanted to convey it on my blog for years... and then Madagascar III came out, I was partially sleeping/zoning out in the movie until halfway through when they joined the circus and this song played and immediately I looked at Mo, all wide awake, and I practically shrieked, "MO! It's... our family theme song! They are playing our theme song!"

It's just the first few bars... until you get to Circus Afro Polka Dot part. That parts not included.

So here you have... just hum the first few bars... the Theme Song to Boudicca's Family... the Circus song. At last...

Don't tell me we're the only family with a theme song...

Posted by Boudicca at July 14, 2012 09:38 PM

We are going on a road trip. I want to go hit all the cool cemeteries we see on the way. I love cemeteries. It use to make my ex freak a little because I would want to stop and go read tombstones. "It's not your family"... so what!!! We have to do a road trip together!

Posted by: vwbug at July 15, 2012 05:51 AM

Oh I love walking amongst the graves and reading the tombstones. I love that. I can spend hours and hours... reading all the families' stuff.

If I get this marker in St. Augustine put in, you have to come up for the installation. There are all these old graves from the 1800s all over the site. It is fascinating... Spanish, French, African American, Confederate, Union, it's crazy.

Posted by: Bou at July 15, 2012 10:11 AM

I grew up in a trailer park in Seattle that was surrounded by 3 of the city's largest cemeteries. They were HUGE and they were old. There were sections for different religions, military sections, sections just for infants and babies. Most of the graves were from the 1800's, but there were newer sections.

Most of my family is there. I even had a boyfriend whose family is there. (That was odd because my boyfriend and his father had the same name...so it was like seeing my boyfriend's name on a tombstone!)

My sister and I would spend hours wandering there. I always loved the headstones that had actual enameled photos on them. It was a truly peaceful place.

I don't know what it is exactly, but I too have always been drawn to cemeteries. They are a good place to contemplate, I guess.

One last note: last year I went to the place where Marilyn Monroe, among several other celebrities, is laid to rest. Oddly, it is a really tiny cemetery. It's a small plot of land hidden like a secret courtyard among highrise office buildings. Nothing like you'd expect. Not at all like the vast rolling hills of Forest Lawn where you expect the celebrities to be.

There is a constant vigil for her there, with dozens upon dozens of roses. On her birthday there is a small crowd of people...some dressed as her. It's like a macabre party. Quite the spectacle.

Posted by: DogsDontPurr at July 15, 2012 05:16 PM

I like cemeteries but don't wish to reside in one... ;)

Posted by: pam at July 15, 2012 05:36 PM

My ma loved cemeteries, and now I do. I'll be on a road trip and just pull over and go tromping through a graveyard.
Recently I stopped at one I had driven by hundreds of times as its 30 minutes from ma's house towards Raleigh, nc (where I lived after college for a year or two). Several confederate graves, but my favorite was:

Michael O'Brien Kearney
Born Waterford Ireland
Served as a flag bearer at age 16 in the Mexican war and all four years in the confederate army.

I've been trying to research, but can find almost nothing. Tell me that's not a story you'd love to hear.

Posted by: K-nine at July 15, 2012 05:57 PM

I'm starting to think somewhere along the line our family trees converge! LOL

My family's theme song is not so much a chaos thing as a "goo goo eyes" thing. My Dad used to sing "Blueberry Hill" to my Mum whenever he was sucking up to her and somehow it became the song we would burst into when anyone got too gushy or smoochy in the family. Very prevalent in our teenage dating years and no one was immune. I remember my cousin Jenny being mortified when she kissed he now husband at the dinner table early in their dating years and my extended family burst into song! :)

Posted by: Shaz at July 15, 2012 09:38 PM

You need to hit Philadelphia then. Old cemeteries with founding fathers and Dec of Indep signers buried there.

And you get this feeling when walking amoungest the graves, right smake dab in the middle of historical Philly

Posted by: Quality Weenie at July 16, 2012 11:27 AM

Second the Philly recommendation. Amazing historical cemetery! Ben Franklin's headstone is next to the sidewalk though behind a fence) and people put pennies on it.

Posted by: caltechgirl at July 18, 2012 11:06 PM