Saturday, December 25, 2010

Giddyup jingle horse, pick up your feet

I got from Santa:  handmade marshmallows, fancy hand cream, a sweater vest (exchange!), an enormous coffee table book on the history of chairs (mom, what were you thinking?), and chest congestion.  *kaf kaf*

I was going to be going to my in-laws' for Christmas day, but thanks to the chest congestion I'm getting a free pass to lie around at home all day.  My father-in-law has been back at chemotherapy treatments lately, so his immune system is down.  It's too bad.  I would have liked to spend time with him.  He's a good guy, and no one knows how many Christmases he has left.

Mostly what I have this Christmas morning is peace and contentedness.  I don't care too much about the details of who gave me what and what exactly I do all day.  It's nice to have a quiet morning with Ken, on the couch, sharing a blanket, listening to our Tegan and Sara albums on shuffle.  He brought me my cough syrup dose in a shot glass.

Last night we attended my grandmother's 90th birthday party.  My grandmother feels sensitive about her age, so no one made a big deal about it.  If my family does one thing well, it's ignoring things, especially important things.  We did the usual dinner-and-cake get-together at my aunt's house.

My uncle, who lives and dies by his technological gadget collection, brought his laptop to show off the latest photographs from the last two family shindigs.  He has an obsession with showing us all every last picture, even the blurry ones, even the ones where we were caught in the middle of saying something or we were just sitting around looking bored.  A lot of the photos have his finger in them, since he can't seem to keep it away from the lens.  My cousin (his daughter), who's 26, started laughing at the ubiquitousness of his finger in all the photos.  "It's like a game or something," she said.  "Instead of 'Where's Waldo?', it's 'Where is Daddy's Finger?'".


*side eye*

It was a historical evening in that we all got to meet my aunt's new boyfriend for the first time.  She's been seeing him for almost a year, I think, but she was afraid to inflict the family on him.  He made a good impression last night.  I'm convinced that he's a nice guy.  Not sure what he thought of us.

So, who wants to play a rousing game of Where is Daddy's Finger?


DarcKnyt said...

We had a game years ago called "Find the Christmas shoe". Basically, the tree is adorned with ornaments and ONE of those was a decorative high-heeled shoe. The shoe was placed inconspicuously on the tree and then the young ones try to find it.

The one who does gets to open a present (which the grown-ups select), should there be any. Otherwise a sweet-treat of choice is to be had.

Not quite the same as giving someone the finger on Christmas, but it was fun anyway. ;)

Hope yours is as blessed and love-soaked as ours was. :) God bless, Spark.

Jameil said...

HAHAHAHAHA! I LOVE THIS POST! First, lololoL at the sweater vest and history of chairs book! TOO funny!! Yay for peace & contentedness. Two, cough syrup dose in a shot glass? Best way to consume some healing! Why is your grandma sensitive about her age? I'm gonna be shouting it from the rooftops when I hit 100! Like here's to 10 or 20 more, shawtys! Lololol ROTFL @ a tech nerd who's bad at tech! I ABSOLUTELY want to play find daddy's finger! Tho really... don't be surprised if some perv finds this by searching that! LOL & simultaneously SMH! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Lul├║ said...

That's hilarious about your uncle's finger being in all the pics! You tell a good story, chica.

I, too, have chest congestion and a cold on Christmas, but I like that I am able to relax at home with the family and do nothing but hang out in PJs all day...for once.

Merry Christmas! Feel better soon!

DarcsFalcon said...

I'm sorry you're sick on Christmas! (Darc is too so something's going around I guess.) I'm happy you enjoyed your day though and had funny stories to share. That's what a big part of it is all about, right?

Where is Daddy's finger - ooh boy, that's gonna leave a weird search term hit count! ROFL!

Hope you feel better soon dear, and glad you've had a nice day. :) *hugs*

G said...

Glad to hear that you had a relaxing and somewhat stress free Christmas.

The only tradition that we used to have while growing up was that we couldn't open our presents until my dad came down wearing these incredibly hideous pair of plaid dress pants.

I mean, these things were so hideous that they wouldn't even be allowed on the golf course.

Sparkling Red said...

You guys leave the best comments! Now it's my turn to ROTFL. :-) I'm so glad I opened up the subject of strange Christmas games. Find the shoe ornament! Don't open your gifts until Dad shows up wearing the atrocious pants! Fantastic. :-)

And yes, I'm sure there will be at least a few disappointed perverts who find their way to this post. Sorry, pervy people, nothing to see here, move along now!

Warped Mind of Ron said...

Where's Daddy's Finger!!!! What? Darn Google has disappointed me again!! Arrrrggg!!! Well... since I'm here... Hope you're feeling better and had a nice Christmas!

Just Plain Tired said...

Medicine in a shot glass speeds along recovery. It's a (not so well known fact). Or maybe not. ;)

Lynn said...

I only got one semi-crazy thing for Christmas - it just wouldn't be Christmas without a "what was she thinking?" gift. Hope you feel better! Sounds as if that cough parlayed itself into a nice day.

LL Cool Joe said...

How come nearly all your posts seem to have the potential of turning pervy? Or is that just my mind?

I think I'll pass on the finger photo game thanks. We had a very exciting came of "Tell Me" yesterday and it's about as dull as the title, but then I hate games.

Sparkling Red said...

What, wait, ALL my posts have the potential to be pervy? I'm not sure about that. I'll grant you that the one I wrote a couple of years ago about the Cummer Bus was kind of suggestive.

We drove past Cummer Ave on the way home tonight. Even went past the Government of Ontario transit (GO for short) station called Old Cummer. The sign out in front of the station says GO OLD CUMMER. This is what our tax dollars pay for.

Jenski said...

Hope you're feeling better now! You need your energy to exchange that sweater vest.