It is the start of another week, and the end of the year holidays have come and gone. I can feel myself exhale, as I slip into the comfort of a routine. And, though the calendar indicates a new year has started, today seemed just like another day on any given year. Well, I am potty trained now, so obviously I am not counting my diaper wearing years. Oh, and I am not referring to my pre-driving years, either. I suppose, if I must be specific, … never mind. Continue reading “So, this is a new year, eh?”
Category: This and that
Wickedly Wacky Wednesday
.:: Loop de loop
Once again, I am here to inform you that we are crazy. All the occupants within the Nacoochee Nest, which includes myself, my husband and our two boys, are crazy. The wackiness of this post will only affirm we are riding on the crazy train. In all seriousness, we have gone bonkers after having spent way too many days with each other and no one else. True, Joe had a brief stint at boarding school (aka Grandma’s house), but within seconds of getting in the car with his younger brother, the bickering began as if the two had never been apart from one another. And, within two seconds of entering the Nacoochee Nest, the two were – again – whining about each other regarding this or that.
The whining. Oh my. The whining. All four of us are whining. It is insane. Insane, I tell you. We are loopy. We are crazy. We are nutty. And, we are doing our best to find sanity by doing a veritable plethora of things. For instance …

Using the following quotes, which are being uttered while partaking in a specific activity, see if you can name the activity:
“Come on!” “You made me do that!” “Darn it!” “Please be quiet!” “Stop it!” “Don’t laugh at me!” “I need a kleenex!” (Wait, the kleenex quote is because of the colds running rampant through our house. My apologies.) “Yes!” “200!” “Did you see that?”
If you guessed “playing video games” you are correct. Joe and Charlie pulled out our ‘old school’ video games. The video games are contained in a little gadget you connect to the television; five games packed in one little hand-held device. The games included are: Dig Dug, Pac Man, Galaxian, Rally X and Bosconian.

Watching the boys become both excited and frustrated at the same time, brought back so many funny memories for me. Joe is jumping up when he makes a mistake, as well as jumping up when he gets a high score. He smiles and throws his head back when he dodges a car, and he smiles and throws his head back when he gets eaten or blown to bits. His mouth and his lips move, mirroring his hand on the joystick. And, I watch as his feet twitch and move along with the various things on the screen.

Rob and I are laughing as we watch the boys take on the familiar poses we took on so many years ago. And, when Rob and I are at the helm of the joystick, Charlie asks “How come you know how to play this?” Rob laughs and says, “I used to get excited when I was babysitting and the kids went to bed.” I then add, “Yes, my friend Lindsey-loopner can tell you about my addiction to Ka-Boom! and Pitfall.” Of course, Rob and I are having the conversation with ourselves at this point, leaving Charlie looking confused.
Have I mentioned the whining? Yes, I believe I have. Lately, dinners have been a prime time for whining in our house. “What’s for supper?” It is a simple question; however, I know my answer to the simple question, at least when the vegetable is mentioned, will generate the following whined response, “I doon’t liiike [insert food here].”
So, last night, when the nightly question was asked by Charlie, I said, “Well, I’d tell you. But, you won’t like it, and I don’t want to hear you whine or cry.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Yes you will.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“I think you’ll cry.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
“Green beans.”
Wordless and whineless, he looks down, smiles and walks away.

Yes, the past two weeks have been crazy at our house. As the sickness begins to lift, the humor is starting to stream in more readily. I am optimistic that we will be healthy by the new year. We’ll go into the new year as crazy as we are today, but our craziness adds to our character. And, we done got a ton of character!
Now, please say a prayer for my friend, Carol. I am meeting her for dinner tonight. This will be my first interaction with the outside world in weeks, and I’m twitching with excitement. God help her.
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The Hangover
I have a hangover. It’s not an alcohol induced hangover. It’s a holiday induced hangover. Rather, it’s a family induced hangover.
Because the boys were sick, we were home for the holidays. And, I don’t mean, we packed up and flew back to our birthplace. No. We were home. We did not pass ‘Go’, and we did not collect $200. Christmas Eve was to be spent at church; that didn’t happen. Christmas day was to be spent at Rob’s parents in the morning and my Mom’s house in the afternoon; that didn’t happen. And the day after Christmas? Yet another day at home.
I’ve referred to my siblings in previous posts. We love each other, and while loving each other, we get on each other’s nerves from time to time. It’s true. Can you relate? Do you get along swimmingly with your siblings all the time? Yes? No? Anyway …
Since my husband, two kids and I have been ‘isolated’ at home for the past several days, I am reminded of the bickering my siblings and I did over the years.
Poor Charlie. Joe has been on Charlie for three days straight. The kid, Charlie, cannot catch a break. And, Joe? Man, I am all over him for being all over Charlie. And Rob? Well, Rob has the gift of being “Dad”. Seriously, this man can tune out anything and everything. Unless … seems being stuck at home with family for several days straight can make even the ‘Tune out’ pro twitch with frustration. I must admit, it is entertaining to see a speck of an Achilles’ heal on this wonderful man.
Fortunately for us, we have family. See? Even when families drive you crazy, you can still turn to your family to find sanity. And, because Joe was no longer sick, he had a ‘Get out of jail free!’ card. So, with the ‘Get out of jail’ card firmly in hand, we phoned Grandma, and we sent Joe to Grandma’s house. After all, Grandma (and Grandpa) is cheaper than boarding school; plus, there is no long term contract.
Because Charlie is sick, it was easy to explain the planned separation to him. (The hard part was not saying, “Honestly Charlie, don’t you want a break from this guy that has been all over you these past several days?!”) Initially, Charlie was bummed to see Joe leave. But Joe? Joe was toe-tapping his way to Grandma’s with a huge grin. And Rob and me? We were happy knowing our boys were happy. And, both boys were happy today.
We’ll spring Joe from boarding school – er – Grandma’s in the morning. He’ll return a happier kid, having had time without his annoying little brother; and, we’ll greet him with open arms, having missed his smiling, cool self.
Yeah, the family/holiday hangover paid a visit to our house without the consumption of any adult beverages. And, if we’re lucky, the family/holiday hangover will pay a visit next year and countless years to come. After all, some things are worth the headache.