Oh days divine
December 28, 2007 | Filed under: "Oh night divine", Familia, Va-cay-cay-cay
“A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in.” ~Robert Orben
Have you ever noticed that going days and days on end of doing absolutely nothing that requires brain power tends to become physically draining? The only thing I’ve actually had to do for myself in roughly 10 days is remember to check in for my return flight from Oklahoma City, which was completed with aplomb. My next most difficult task was during my Holiday party when I had to convert from wine glass to ceramic mug just so I wouldn’t confuse my drink with others. Seriously, the sum of my life and decision making has been What type of iPod should I get and how many times is too many times to go to Sonic? That is all.
Christmas came and went sans fanfare and without a complete sensory blowout from way too much going on at once. I like to keep things very simple so that I can focus on just one thing whereas too much leaves me confused and panicked. I requested one thing; Snow tires. And unless snow tires fit into a Banana Republic box, I did not get them. Which is fine because I did get a tea stirring stick that holds loose tea but on the box it looks like some new fangled apparatus for toking on the reefer. In fact when I opened it, the first words out of my mouth to my mother were “My! How progressive you’ve become”.
I like it like this, when things are simple enough to be described as ‘good’ and no one asks 75 questions while trying to find the hidden meaning behind a one syllable answer. I like when things are just as they are.
I shall leave you with my favorite moment: My younger brother, G, first meeting my niece Melissa. He was holding her and she was doing that 5 month old I want to get down and stand thing by kicking him repeatedly in the stomach. So I sat there and watched G say “Oh you want to get down? Here you go”. So he set her down and decided that since she, at 5 months old, wanted to stand she could obviously do so without assistance because she apparently has the physically prowess of the average 16 month old. She immediately toppled over and spent the rest of the afternoon doing this baby sob thing that simultaneously broke my heart and made me laugh. When retelling this story to my mother she informed me that when I was three months old my father liked to stand me on the bed and then let me fall over. He would do this repeatedly as a fun little game. When my mother found out she flipped her shit and that was one of their first major fights over parenting. Apparently my mother was a little sensitive that her three month old was being tossed on a bed. When she told me it was like a little ‘Aha’ moment in my head. For suddenly the past act of my father tossing my three-month old tiny self on the bed explains a lot of things. Like I don’t know, half the content of this here blog.
Beth says:
Holy crap, you were a cute kid!
Dagny says:
Funny the things that our parents did to us when we were too young to have a memory. My incident involves bourbon. I guess that explains a great deal about me.
Glad to hear that you’re enjoying the holiday season. And not to rub it in but I got tires this year for Christmas.
Jezer says:
You know, I love it when I can pinpoint one little thing that one of my parents did when I was little that may or may not have screwed me up forever (Hello, acting like a monster chasing your 3-year-old daughter around the house repeatedly even though she cries and has nightmares!).
But then, I wonder what kinds of the same things I might be doing to Al. Will it be the extended cosleeping? The carting him off to daycare even when I’m not working (shut up, I need this time, dammit)? The foot kissing? Oh, God, it’ll totally be the foot kissing, won’t it?
By the way, that is a ridiculously adorable photo.
Lara says:
Oh my god, you are adorable!! I am intrigued about this tea thing (and dying over your response to it).
Erika says:
Ya’ll are too cute!
Kristabella says:
Is that Santa real? He looks fake. Because he’s too real looking. And that makes no sense.
I kicked my dad in the chest as an infant and he dropped me right on my head. It explains a lot.
lemmonex says:
My mom was in a car accident (hit by a drunk driver at 2 in the afternoon!) when she was 8 months pregnant with me. This has to explain some stuff…
LVGurl says:
Yeah, I too think you and bro are posing in front of a cardboard Ssanta.
I’m still quietly chuckling to myself, thinking of your brother setting a 5-month-old onto her little noodle legs, then letting go so she could walk freely.
Angella says:
That photo of you and your brother is sweet.
You crack me up. Did you know that?
Joe C says:
You are incredibly cute. Your baby-dropping brother too!
The stonewash marks the era PERFECTLY.
I wish you Happy New Year and safe travels!
Katie says:
I think I had that same acid washed denim skirt! Ha! Also, I think you turned out just fine, falling on your head numerous times or not!
kerri anne says:
I’m a big fan of Taking It Easy, especially when that involves movie-watching, but ultimately I start going a little stir crazy if there isn’t enough to do. Apparently I like stressful best, because, to me it’s just faster, which doesn’t make me so much “stressed” as it makes me “happy, and content, and challenged, amen.” (I’m mostly talking about work here, which you may not have noticed, so much do I like leaping trains of thought without giving notice.)
All of that to say: I’m glad your holidays were happy.
Suebob says:
What a cutie!!
Aimee Greeblemonkey says:
A. Way cute pic.
B. I laughed my ass off at the story about your bro.
Aimee Greeblemonkey says:
Oops! I forgot C!
Happy belated Christmas!
Travis Mamone says:
Hey just wanted to say I loved your story on Indie Bloggers. It made me think of my own grandfather. Kudos!
She Likes Purple says:
I think the answer to the Sonic question is, undoubtedly, there is absolutely no limit.