Monday, December 26, 2016

The Song vs. The Look

I hope everyone had a nice Christmas and/or Hannukah. The guys and I spent it with my parents, which was a lot of fun. I didn't get as many pictures as I would've liked because everyone was busy moving around, stuffing their face, or whatnot. Half of what I took turned out blurry. (I was using my phone, bad on me.) However, I did get one that was kinda funny. Mom giving Dad "the look". 

There is this one Christmas song Dad sings every year, but we don't know where the heck the song came from or who originally recorded it. He deliberately sings it like he's had far too much to drink. Which I admit is freaking hilarious. My parents don't drink at all, so this makes mom more than a little annoyed when he starts in with "the song". 

She used to call him out when he would start up with this mess. You know, like mom's do - Sarah Jane! David Lee! You get the idea. It's your first and middle name said in a sharp warning. Dad would crack up laughing at this, and give it a rest...for a little while. Randomly, a short time later, just long enough for Mom to have gotten past the first offense, he'd start in with the song again. 

After forty years of this, Mom has given up calling him out. Instead, she has developed "the look". It's reserved specifically for whenever he sings that song. 

When Mom is kind and patient,
but also sick of  your crap.
Dad: Mischief managed. 
Image Left: Initially, she was looking directly at me and smiling for the picture, but then Dad started singing "the song". 

Photo opportunity: priceless.  

I remember my parents playing that song on the living room stereo when I was a kid. They had (still have) a huge collection of vinyl records, many of them Christmas related. Vintage Firestone albums, compilations, and such. 

Anyway, searches for the lyrics of this particular song online exist, but these lyrics sites all beg and borrow from each other, so there is no telling who originally posted the song. On every site the band is listed as One Hundred and 21, or The One Hundred and 21. However, I can't find any evidence that was the actual name of a band. Zero returns on search results for bands by that name. I have a hypothesis, though. It could be One Hundred and 21 is part of the name of a Christmas compilation album, like, "One Hundred and 21 Sounds of the Season"... or something like that. 

If you're reading this and happen know who the band is, or what album this song comes off of, leave a comment. For anyone not interested in clicking on the link above, the song goes... 'It's Christmas Time, and I'm all alone. I put up my tree beside the window. In hopes you'll see how much you mean to me. But I live far out in the country, down seldom used roads, far away from you." For years, I thought The Lettermen or The Beach Boys sang this song, but I can't find it on any of their albums! 

In recap, 2016 was a difficult year, but I'm happy to report Christmas was wonderful. After dad's scary battle with cancer and equally scary doctor visits and follow ups, he's hanging in there, happy and healthy and still mischievous enough to tease my mom. We're super blessed have him with us. I can't begin to express how grateful I am to still have my parents. While I recognize this everyday, it makes every holiday we have together that much sweeter. 

Now onward we go. 2017's on the horizon, and I'm crossing my fingers the New Year will be a welcome relief from the hardships of 2016, and a fresh start filled with bright prospects for everyone. ✌💗💋   

Sunday, December 18, 2016

8 Days Until Christmas

Hurray for the holidays! Mini is finally out of school for winter break. We have the tree up and most of the presents have been bought. I still need to wrap them and plan to do that on Tuesday...after I buy some wrapping paper. 😉

We're spending our "Christmas" at my parent's house on the 22nd, having dinner and opening gifts on Thursday because Hubby has to work on Christmas Day. Of course MiniBeast will have a couple of Santa gifts and a stocking to pick through on Christmas morning, but aside from that, the holiday for us is mostly about gathering with family.

We are especially blessed to have Christmas together as a family this year after everything with Dad's kidney/ bladder cancer. The significance of that is not lost on me. He's officially in remission, and doing very well. We are extremely lucky to have him with us - a fact I don't take for granted.

Christmas blessing #2: Mini is adjusting after receiving a scary asthma diagnosis around Thanksgiving. We have since mastered using the inhaler, so that's one less worry under the tree. As a side note: His friend is having a birthday party this coming week, and I'm trying to fix my schedule so I can drive him to the event. It's going to be a busy Christmas week!

That's all I really had to say. I haven't posted much because...well, life. But then last week, I had an epiphany after I dropped by the livejournal blog of one of my favorite authorly people and discovered that his last post stated he had fallen into a depression and wasn't going to be updating for the forseeable future.

I was devastated to hear that, and to make it worse, the post was from August or thereabouts. I don't blog hop as frequently as I used to, but even having one sentence updates to read from him would've been something. Sort of like when you've been waiting around all day for a text back, and when you finally get a message and it says nothing but "K". It's a curt message, but you're relieved to get it anyway because...well, you really wanted a confirmation. You just wanted to hear back from that person. Sure, the note is short form, but you know what they mean. It's still communication. It's better than nothing. It's better than absolute silence.

Anyway, it made me think about my own blog, and how I've been neglecting it since I usually don't have anything of great purpose to talk about, just what's going on in my life...which is truthfully, rather boring and uneventful. Rather than trying to pull a topic from thin air, I usually just skip blogging altogether. But I guess the point is, when you "take a shine to someone", as my Gran used to say, you just want to hear (or read) their voice. When you miss someone and just want to hear their voice, it doesn't matter too much what they have to say. I decided I didn't want to just dump my old blog like that.

So, I'm going to make it a point to drop in here more often, even if it's just to write a single sentence or add a picture. It's voice. It's proof of life. I can do that much at least: show up. This blog has always been a hodgepodge, so what's one more odd duck blog post, right?  It's better than silence.

That's all for now. (I mean it this time.) It's almost midnight and I still need to jump in the shower. Until next time, ho ho ho, jingle jingle jingle, rum eggnog and all other words, Merry Christmas!  💟