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Meet the Parents - Day One
Dec. 23rd, 2004 09:44 pmWell, I thought I wouldn't have anything to write about. I forgot how much I enjoy hanging out with my folks. They've done fantastic things with the new house and it looks just wonderful. My bedroom and bathroom can be closed off from the rest of the house by a single door, so that I have a little guest suite.
I was reminded this morning that my father grew up in Oklahoma when he mentioned his "Uncle Brother." I looked at him. I asked, "Uncle Brother?" He nodded. "I'm a-skeered," I said. He explained that everybody called his uncle "Brother" because he was his mom's brother, so he was Uncle Brother to him. I'm glad he had a plausible explanation.
My mom grew up less than forty miles or so from here, in a neighboring county. My aunt Juanita is going to be visiting us while I'm here so we can have a proper Canasta game, not like those weird games that I have to suffer with Kirk just to get some proper card playing in. Bad Canasta is better than no Canasta, I always say.
My mom and I went out shopping for gifts. I picked up some slippers for my dad and a DVD of "Princess Diaries 2" for my mom, both of which were her suggestion. It's rough when you don't know what they might need or want and you're reduced to just asking. Still, it's better than no gift at all.
My only big ticket item was a new jacket for myself. It's a nice red one with zippered pockets all over the place. Self-gifting is alive and well!
In fact, my father got in trouble one year when there was no gift for my mom at all under the tree. To make it worse, my mom was the one giving out the gifts from under the tree, thinking that there had to be something there for her. His explanation that he couldn't find anything original to give her and he didn't want to give her anything plain fell didn't help his case at all. My mom told him that there had better be a gift under the tree for her in the future, even if it was socks!
The following year, he gave her socks with little Christmas trees on them. I was there when he picked them out and told him he was living dangerously. I suggested he get her something in addition to socks. He gave her some earrings and I still have both my parents. :-)
Over dinner, my father noticed that my glass of Coke had ever-so-slightly more soda in it than his and announced that the waitress liked me more than him. "Of course she likes me better," I said. "I'm young and attractive and you're old and ugly!" which got a snort of laughter from my mom. A few minutes later, I leaned over the table and said to my dad, "I'm sorry that I said you were old," which got my mom started again. My dad merely pointed out that I'd look like him someday. :-)
I was reminded this morning that my father grew up in Oklahoma when he mentioned his "Uncle Brother." I looked at him. I asked, "Uncle Brother?" He nodded. "I'm a-skeered," I said. He explained that everybody called his uncle "Brother" because he was his mom's brother, so he was Uncle Brother to him. I'm glad he had a plausible explanation.
My mom grew up less than forty miles or so from here, in a neighboring county. My aunt Juanita is going to be visiting us while I'm here so we can have a proper Canasta game, not like those weird games that I have to suffer with Kirk just to get some proper card playing in. Bad Canasta is better than no Canasta, I always say.
My mom and I went out shopping for gifts. I picked up some slippers for my dad and a DVD of "Princess Diaries 2" for my mom, both of which were her suggestion. It's rough when you don't know what they might need or want and you're reduced to just asking. Still, it's better than no gift at all.
My only big ticket item was a new jacket for myself. It's a nice red one with zippered pockets all over the place. Self-gifting is alive and well!
In fact, my father got in trouble one year when there was no gift for my mom at all under the tree. To make it worse, my mom was the one giving out the gifts from under the tree, thinking that there had to be something there for her. His explanation that he couldn't find anything original to give her and he didn't want to give her anything plain fell didn't help his case at all. My mom told him that there had better be a gift under the tree for her in the future, even if it was socks!
The following year, he gave her socks with little Christmas trees on them. I was there when he picked them out and told him he was living dangerously. I suggested he get her something in addition to socks. He gave her some earrings and I still have both my parents. :-)
Over dinner, my father noticed that my glass of Coke had ever-so-slightly more soda in it than his and announced that the waitress liked me more than him. "Of course she likes me better," I said. "I'm young and attractive and you're old and ugly!" which got a snort of laughter from my mom. A few minutes later, I leaned over the table and said to my dad, "I'm sorry that I said you were old," which got my mom started again. My dad merely pointed out that I'd look like him someday. :-)
