Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year 2011

We made it!  We survived!  We did it!  No, I'm not referring to 2010.  I'm talking about the New Year's Eve Oyster Roast!  No one got sick (unless the college kids did later in the night--whosaidthat?).  About 30 people came to ring in the New Year with us and it was great!  There was the playing of the Wii (which included the gnashing of some teeth), college football (which also included some gnashing of the teeth), food, fellowship and fun!  Oh, and OYSTERS!  There were young, younger and youngest and FUN, FUN, FUN!!!

Of course, the kids left to go party downtown.  The old geezers eight of us left from 11:00 until midnight were just glad we were able to stay awake long enough thrilled to ring in the NEW YEAR TOGETHER!  

 (front then clockwise) DoodleBug, Breezy and Friend to family S showing their Blue Steel and Magnum poses from ZOOLANDER.

Friend D and Hubs tending to the oysters

And they ate...

Some nice young men.  The two blondes live across the street and they are the sweetest boys I've ever met!

And they ate...

And they ate...

My dad, step-mom, and my BFF

And still they ate...

And ate...

And watched football... ( L to R: BFF's hubby, Breezy's best friend since middle school, BestSonInLawEVER

And talked...

And ate (we also had chili and She Crab soup inside)...

And bothered sisters...

And petted Tucker...

Can't wait to see how y'all brought in the New Year!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Defective Wii Controllers

Our darling daughters and BestSonInLawEVER got together this year and bought us a Wii for Christmas.  Not JUST a Wii, but a RED Wii--very important as RED is my favorite color.  I even like the controls--one is red and the other is white-ish with red cool.  I was rather stunned at first because, well, that's more like something we would have gotten them when they all lived here at home.  As a matter of fact, over the years, they have received Super Nintendo, a Sega, a Nintendo GameCube and a Playstation 2--the latter has moved on with them but not before we had some BIG FUN with it--Dance Dance was a blast and Guitar Hero, although frustrating as all get out (meaning I never got past the beginner level), was great fun as well.  We have been having a grand time with the Wii so far.  My favorite is tennis.  I have yet to win a game, but I am having some kind of BIG FUN with it and so are the girls--and there is NO standing there moving only the controller either, we are moving our entire bodies while we play (can you say 'weight loss'?!?!?).  There are, however, just a couple of problems.  Well, really just one problem.  It's HUBS.  You see, the remote he uses has some issues.  Which is really odd because he has used BOTH the red and the white control as do the rest of us. When he plays tennis, the remote will NOT allow him to hit the ball.  When he bowls, that darn remote does NOT send the ball in the direction that Hubs 'rolls' it.  When he plays baseball, that $%#@ remote will NOT let him hit that ball.  When he plays golf... Yep.  Those blasted controllers are giving him a fit which then causes Hubs to HAVE a fit.  It's like they're out to get him.  He has NOT ONCE put together the fact that none of us are having controller issues.   

Deanie and Birdie in intense competition
When the girls are playing we hear things like, "Oh CRAP! I didn't mean to do that!" "WTH?! I keep making the ball go out!" "MAN! I keep hitting the freaking net!"  And I say pretty much the same things, though my explicatives are a bit times.  The point here is that we all realize that WE are making the balls/avatars/etc. do what they do by the way we manipulate the controller.  Every single time Hubs plays, there is something dreadfully defective with his controller and we simply MUST take it back and get a replacement.  This is what we hear when Hubs is playing a game:  "What's wrong with this controller?"  "Something is wrong with this freaking controller."  "THIS #$@% CONTROLLER IS NOT WORKING RIGHT."  "What the HELL???"  The entire time he's playing the statements get progressively louder and the language gets stronger and, by the time he's lost again before all is said and done he is swishing the controller from side to side and up and down faster than Tucker wags his little tail when I come home and he's thrilled to see me.  Even Tucker's behavior changes when Hubs is playing.  When the girls and/or I are playing, Tucker likes to bark at us.  When Hubs is playing, Tucker is no where to be seen- which makes him way smarter than those of us who stay in the room.

If this is a man thing, then I am seriously considering uninviting my dad, brother and BestSonInLawEVER for any future event EVER (or, at the very least, hide the Wii).  If this is a HUBS thing, I wonder how many controllers we will take back before he realizes wherein the real 'defectiveness' lies.          

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The Nurturer in Me

One thing I quickly discovered upon having an empty nest is, just because there are no children here to cater to take care of, the need to nurture does not stop. It's a wonderful gift this nurturing spirit we mothers possess.  It is one of the best innate gifts we have been blessed with.  It keeps us going when we are exhausted from chasing little devils our precious little ones around; allows knowledge we didn't even know we had to kick in enabling us to handle situations our babes get into; it enables our healing nature when the sweet ones are sick; it guides our disciplinary actions with understanding, fairness and a gentle manner. We may have to let our children go do our best to raise our precious ones to go out into the world, but our need to nurture does not end when the young ones leave us stranded venture out on their own.  This stripping of the motherhood stripes almost automatically leads to a huge tidal surge of love and nurturing washing over husbands like a tsunami.  Immediate effects?  Nurturing nature satisfied.  Long term effects?  Husbands become SPOILED ROTTEN and can no longer do anything on their own.  I, personally, have, because of this blasted evil nurturing spirit, created the proverbial MONSTER.  Overnight.

The last 26 years have found every second of my time occupied with the raising of our four daughters.  When they were babes they had to have my nurturing care 24/7 at least.  Hubs was very good during these years not only with the changing of diapers, but he would also get up, fetch a crying baby, change her and bring her to me for nursing.  He was able to get himself up in the mornings for work without disturbing anyone's sleep (and by anyone, I mean mine), get himself dressed, make his own lunch and head out the door with ample time to spare.  As the girls grew older and became involved in their various activities, Hubs was there to attend the events or stay with a younger daughter or, really, whatever I needed him to do.  And he did it quite well.  Oh, I might have had to leave him with instructions, but he followed them and no one was ever hurt or left wanting.  Point is, he was quite capable. 

Now that our nest is empty, however, Hubs has quickly developed a helpless sort of nature.  And, at fault, is my nature to nurture.

Hubs:  "Are there any jalapenos?"
Me: "Yes, in the fridge." 
Hubs: "Where?"
Me:  "On the door." (And, under my breath: "Right where they ALWAYS are because I know you love them and I never let you run out of them you moron wonderful man") 
Hubs: "I don't see them."  Followed by me going to the fridge, opening the door (very key step when looking for something located in said fridge), securing the jalapenos and handing them to Hubs.
Hubs:  "Oh, I didn't see them."  (Really? Oh geez...)

Or, this senario:
Picture the bedroom, bed covered in just washeddriedfolded laundry that I haven't put away yet.

Hubs:  "Did you do laundry today?"
Me: (holding breath and quickly counting to five MILLION before answering) "Yes, I did."
Hubs:  "Did you wash my under armor?"
Me:  (in my mind: WTH? Can you NOT see right in front of you freaking face?!) "Yeppers.  Sure did."
Hubs:  "Where is it?" 

Yes, I created that MONSTER.  Though I do wonder that, since God gives mothers this nurturing spirit, can He be blamed? (After all, Adam DID blame God for Eve's indiscretion---The woman you put here with me...) 

I would NOT under any circumstances ever wish any kind of pain on any of my daughters.  But, today, DoodleBug had to have her wisdom teeth taken out and, just for today, I was able to nurture her and Birdie, who isn't sick or anything but came to sit with her sister.  I made mashed potatoes and served it to them.  I made homemade, triple chocolate milkshakes and served them.  I slaved over homemade mom's-heal-all-chicken-noodle-soup and served them.  Whatever they needed, I got for them and, when they wanted me to play Wii tennis with Birdie, I did and, it was pure pleasure.  AND, not one single time, did I have to speak mentally or do any counting at all. 

Monday, December 27, 2010

MeetMe On Monday!

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1.  What are your New Year's Eve plans?  We are having an oyster roast!  And, hopefully, no one will get sick like the last time (you might remember that we were supposed to host the FIRST ANNUAL EMPTY NEST CHRISTMAS OYSTER ROAST, but we got sick and had to postpone, so now it's on New Year's Eve).

2.  How tall are you? I am 5'10" tall.

3.  What is your favorite pudding flavor?  It's a toss up between vanilla and chocolate.  BUT it has to be cooked.  None of that instant stuff for me!

4.  What room of the house do you blog the most in?  My 'study.'  It's actually one of our daughter's rooms but, since none of them live with us anymore, I have turned it into a study.  The picture below is from the house on the grounds where our oldest daughter was married--it shows the bookcases I want my study to be surrounded by eventually--and yes, I want them to be filled with books!

5.  What is your best physical feature? I'm not sure that I have one anymore!  Things are droopy now and wrinkly, not to mention that the hair is getting weird--kind of dry and the waistline is nonexistent.  However, I would say probably my eyes (the color of blue not the shape) or my hair. 

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