**first off, I survived covid and we were able to host my side on Christmas day. Everyone masked in order to be cautious around my folks. It was honestly a wonderful party that my dad hasn't stopped raving about**
I don't usually post on Fridays, but it's my birthday, damn it, and I always enjoy a good birthday post followed by comments from all of you (wink, wink). I'm drafting this on the 29th. My house needs a good cleaning and I'm refusing - explanation forthcoming.
Kari likes to celebrate by shouting IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH, BITCHES. Hi Kari, hope you don't mind that I'm quoting you here.
I can't really celebrate that way, because I don't think it would be right to steal baby Jesus' thunder and all. This year I'm hosting Coach's side on my birthday. I'm not thrilled about it, but it's a party so I'm rolling with it.
I was supposed to host his side Dec. 23rd and then my side on Dec. 25th. December 23rd promised to be crazy cold here. There were blizzard conditions on the 22nd, but the 23rd was just going to be freakishly cold. My brother in law asked us to move our party.
Well, that didn't appeal to me, but I took one for the team. We rescheduled to Dec. 30th - my birthday.
My high school kids start back to school on Monday and I start babysitting again, after a VERY short break, so hosting Sunday, Jan. 1st didn't feel relaxing. We had basketball tournaments all week, and those schedules are determined depending on how the team does the day before - not conducive to party planning, or life in general. Finally, we couldn't ask our kids to give up NYE. As a result, my family might need to deal with me quoting Kari for the next month. If I give up my birth-DAY, then I think month long celebrations are in order.
I doubled much of the food before Christmas when I was baking for my side's Christmas gathering. I froze whatever I could freeze and I made the fresh food Wed. evening. I was dreading it as I knew it would be exhausting.
I announced that I would be writing Thursday prior to attending Reg's last tournament game at 4:30, and I stuck to my guns. Coach texted me Thursday morning to let me know that he was bringing me my favorite Portillos salad for lunch. 'Happy Birthday Eve.'
Perhaps he reads Kari's blog and he knows about the month long celebration. The yummy salad was much appreciated. I felt seen, and full.
On Thursday, I decided not to care what the house looked like. I left a list of chores that needed to be done, which the kids managed to ignore. The 3 oldest boys were at work. The other kids watched a movie and sorted laundry, allegedly. It looked more likely that they tossed some laundry around the family room, shrugged, and walked away.
There was much that should've been done. I promise you this - after I toss the dinner in the crockpot in the morning (when you read this), I'll be holed up in my study while they all figure out how to make the place presentable.The kids hate it when I get panicked and I start ordering them around with a specific 'voice', so I won't. Fingers crossed that they figure it out. Coach comes home around 1 pm. Maybe he can utilize a voice before the guests arrive at 3:30.
MOTHER OF THE YEAR?:
Notre Dame prepares a huge feast of a meal for the students right before exams. Mini texted me a photo of her meal:
A moment later she texted me this:
*** is it wrong that I was more concerned that she might miss out on the excellent meal, if her first plate was 'tossed'?
A DISCOUNT WITH AN INSULT: I think I forgot to tell you this . . . in late August, our local pool was closed and Curly and I really wanted to go to the pool. I agreed to take her and a friend to a nearby water park/pool. The fee to enter is a tad steep unless you're a resident of that town. We could only go for a few hours.
Delilah is a resident of that town, so I had Curly memorize Delilah's address. Curly is young enough to not have a drivers license, so I figured she could rattle off an address if asked, and be charged the resident rate.
I dropped Curly and her friend off at the entrance and I parked the car. When I walked up to pay for myself, I was surprised that I was only charged $5. When I entered, I asked Curly for my changed. She said I didn't get any, because it was $7 a person.
Me: HOW WAS IT ONLY $5 FOR ME THEN?
** then it dawned on me, I'D BEEN CHARGED A SENIOR RATE. Curly's friend insisted that I don't look elderly, if you can believe a 14 year old's idea of old. That's what I get for looking for a deal.
THAT'S YOU NOW: At the end of summer, I saw a grandma pushing a stroller at a very slow jog near our house. Curly and I were driving by.
Me: THAT'LL BE ME SOMEDAY.
Curly: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? THAT'S YOU NOW.
The two of us proceeded to cackle for several minutes in the car. She wasn't wrong.
*** I jog crazy slow. I push strollers. Apparently, I sometimes look like an old woman.
Hoping you all had a wonderful, peace filled Christmas/or whatever it is that you celebrate - with much laughter, cherished family, and beautiful memories. I have a post ready for Monday . . . back to regular posts. This one is called ON THE 18TH OF DECEMBER, MY TRUE LOVES DID THESE THINGS . . . I'd ask you to guess, but it wouldn't be fair. It's be like asking the impossible.
Happy New Year - and I am aware that it is going to be 2023, not 2024 - as I previously reported.