|Birthday breakfast heading |
down to the basement.
Pausing the remaining birthday bits to share our Christmas bloopers. What can I say? It's what I'm in the mood for and since my home is a shit-show at the moment, I'm going rogue.
|Birthday boy eating in|
his cave. He has
the couch pulled out.
He admits he's watched like
Um, how about a book?
SHIT-SHOW DEFINED: Reggie tested positive on Wednesday, Jan 5th and even thought the CDC says people without symptoms can leave isolation after 5 days, the public schools in Illinois are sticking with 10 days. What that means is that if he has no symptoms after 5 days, he can go to the health club, church, friends' houses, but not school. He's missing a ton of basketball games. Plus final exams.
|Tank insisted that I also serve bacon|
and sausage. Not because he was
worried that Reg might want some
for his birthday, but because he
wanted some. He went to the store for
me and this is next course
being left at the top of
the basement stairs.
Oops, I listed basketball first, as if it's more important than school.
Oh, and by the time you read this - Reg will have celebrated his not-so-sweet-16th birthday while still in isolation for covid. His birthday was yesterday, January 9th.
Coach and Lad were sick on Wednesday and Thursday respectfully. Stomach bug issues. Both tested negative. Most of the babies went home on Wednesday and puked all night too, but not me. Weird since Lad and Coach had no contract with them. My brain hurts from trying to track who has what and where they may have gotten it. I don't advise it.
|My old Burger King booth looking like the|
maid hasn't around to cleaning up
after the covid captive. When Tank called
down to let him know the bacon and
sausage were ready,
he said COME HERE, LEPER.
Because the good times keep rolling, today (I'm drafting this on Friday) Curly woke with a headache. Low grade fever. Fatigue. Cough. Her antigen test was negative. Doc doing a PCR.
There will be a quiz at the end of the post to see if you can figure out who has what. Extra points if you can identify the strand.
I'm trying to rise above the petri dish atmosphere and maintain my sanity and keep my distance from EVERYONE. If I end up getting sick and missing Joe's services the 13th & 14th in Minnesota, you will hear me sobbing in whatever corner of the world you live in. You've been warned.
Technically mystery gift should fall into this category, but I've already shared.
1. My dad sends out a list each year. He likes to read history books (yawn fest). His list, in case this sort of thing interests you: (since I'm paranoid about writing long posts - I'm not counting his list in my word count, so skip if you don't care):
· James Garfield and the Civil War by Daniel Vermilye @ $31.99
· Grover Cleveland, A Study in Courage by Allan Nevins @ $70.00
· The Presidency of Benjamin Harrison by Homer E Socoeofsky and Allen Spetter @ $39.95
· William Howard Taft’s Constitutional Progressivism by Kevin Burns @ $37.00
· William Howard Taft: The American Presidents Series: The Twenty seventh President 1909-1913 by Jeffery Rosen and Arthur M. Schlesinger Jr. @ $24.50
· The Triumph & Tragedy of Lyndon Johnson: The White House Years by Joeseph A Califano JR @ $30.00
· Richard M Nixon: A life in Full by Conrad Black @ $48.67
· Gerald Ford: An Honorable Life by James Cannon & Scott Cannon @ $35.00
· The Outlier: The Unfinished Presidency of Jimmy Carter by Kai Bird @ $ 25.38
· Bill Clinton: New Gilded Age President by Patrick J Maney @ $39.95
While contemplating which book to get him based on what books my siblings had already purchased, I scrolled down and accidentally realized that he had a list of Star Wars action figures below his book preferences.
Well, to each his own, right? Some of the guys on his list are available for $350 on Facebook marketplace. Some for like $8 to $12. I called Dad:
Me: SO, WHAT'S YOUR GOAL? IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A COMPLETE COLLECTION OF STAR WARS GUYS AND SOME OF THEM ARE CRAZY EXPENSIVE, ARE YOU GOING TO STILL WANT TO COLLECT AS MANY AS YOU CAN? ALSO, WHY?
Dad: YEAH, I KNOW. JUST GET ME THE CHEAP ONES. THAT'S FINE. I'LL PROBABLY GIVE THE COLLECTION, EVEN IF IT IS INCOMPLETE, TO ONE OF THE KIDS ONE DAY.
So, I tend to be negatively impacted by the favoritism thing (in case you hadn't noticed) and I cringed a little thinking: I'll get him some of the guys and then he'll leave his somewhat complete set to a grandson that isn't one of my four sons.
|These guys came in a few |
days after Christmas.
I decided not to care even though Tank already said he'll be ticked if Da leaves it to someone other than him. See. Weird, right? Tank dug through our bin of guys and came up with at least one on the list. Lad wasn't willing to part with our guys. Fair enough. I just bought 4 or 5 of the cheaper guys.
By the time I'd done 'research', the action figures weren't here on time. So, we did what we Shenanigans do. We improvised. Below is the video of how we acted out the gift that was on its way. Yes, faces are visible. Oh well. Tank is wearing his Yoda backpack for effect. Reg and Curly agreed to grab light sabers and play along. If you watch, you can tell Reg rethought his involvement.
2. Coach and I didn't get one another gifts. Sort of. I had one fuzzy pullover for Coach. I bought the same thing for Tank and Reg and they are wearing it in the above video. Coach had nothing for me. Usually I buy something for myself and wrap it up, from him. I really don't need any clothes, but I had one top that I had gotten and I told him he could wrap that up for me.
I ended up hating it when I eventually tried it on. I assumed I'd put it on backwards. Nope, it was made weird and all it did was simulate choking. I took it back.
He usually takes the kids to Target and asks me for ideas, or he wings it, and they get me a few things too. Last year he surprised me and bought me an office chair to replace the yoga ball I'd been sitting on at the computer, per my PT husband.
Anyway, when Coach was a bit panicked that he'd never gone shopping with the kids, I gave him the Heimlich-maneuver-sold-separately top to wrap up. He worried that the kids would be upset that they hadn't gone shopping. I said HEY, WE JUST PUT SIDING ON THE HOUSE. WE GAVE THAT TO EACH OTHER. If nothing else, I'm a problem solver.
We are often so busy, like ships passing in the night, that we don't discuss this in advance.
Oh Christmas Eve, I wrapped whatever stuff wasn't purchased at the world's greatest department store where they wrap stuff for free. When we went to bed, I thought of a few things I needed to do in the morning. I wrote my TO DO list on a scrap of wrapping paper.
The next morning after I made breakfast, I ran upstairs to be sure we hadn't forgotten anything and to consult my TO DO list. We didn't even end up putting the gifts under the tree until after we'd made breakfast. It was a weird year, but it was low key and I'd chosen to be VERY chill because of my recent reminder that life is short and all.
Me: MY TO DO LIST . . . I LEFT IT RIGHT HERE.
Me: OK, THEN. HELP ME REMEMBER WHAT WAS ON IT.
We managed to remember the four things.
When I opened the top that threatened to injure my wind pipe, I realized what he'd done. He used that scrap to write TO: ERNIE on my 'gift.'
How did he not notice that his note also said: BABY BED, SPORT COAT, etc.? He's not detail oriented, have I mentioned?
Points to whoever can guess why I needed to be reminded about BABY BED and SPORT COAT. I will share in the next segment of Christmas bloopers. Please share your own bloopers in the comments, if you are like us and you don't celebrate in the desirable but over-rated magazine-perfect style.
*turns out this is at least a 3 part series. What can I say, Shenanigans are always up to something or getting tripped up somehow. I'm gonna share all the installments this week. You won't want to miss any of them, but the poem edition might make you howl laugh. Get excited and grab your popcorn.