GingerDEAD House

Last night our daughters worked together decorating a Gingerbread house. It was great to see them work together so well. It was entertaining as well because they wanted to make it a part of their “Creepy Santa” escapades.

Of course they made a “GingerDEAD House” full of blood icing. I enjoyed listening to them tell stories of how the Gingerbread people died. I like that they created their own style of house instead of making it look like a perfect match from the box.

Creepy Santa is proud as well. I’m sure he’ll bring them something nice this year. You can follow him on Instagram. Hohoho Horror.

Candy Cane Can’t

I was driving to get the kids from school like I usually do on a Friday afternoon. Being the cool Dad alone in the car- I was grooving to some Christmas tunes on the radio. I also decided that I was going to eat a Candy Cane. Because- Christmas of course!

So I’m driving and trying to open the wrapper with both hands- while still holding the steering wheel- safety first. Just bopping along to some tunes and smiling as I struggle with the heat shrinked wrapper. My smile is now fading as I try and use my teeth to rip into this unforgiving clear plastic of pure evil. I want to eat my sugar treat!!! Why is this so difficult???

I finally got a little tear opened on the bottom of the candy cane. So I went back to multitasking with my hands on the steering wheel and opening my treat. The nearly impossible plastic protective shield was outsmarted by this man! I was about to revel in my Christmas Sugar Rush when the unthinkable happened.

The wrapper split open from end to end to reveal a shattered candy cane.

Nay! Not reveal- but rather EXPLODE!

Candy Cane shards went everywhere. All over the floor mats, the dashboard, my cup holders, and even into my steering column. Instead of a loud cursing scream, my voice let out a cracked whimper of defeat. I was beaten by a cheap Christmas confectionary. The rest of my drive was met with a taunting Christmas jingle pumping through my stereo.

No treat.

No joy.

Just a flaccid piece of plastic wrap in my right hand with a few bits of red and white dust falling out. This is the perfect example of why I don’t like sweets.

Bake A Cake

My wife likes to remind me that for her birthday in the year 2000 that she baked her own cake. That was the first year we were together. I haven’t made that mistake since.

Last night I baked her a cake. Straight outta the box! I know I could bake a cake from scratch, but sometimes those packaged cakes are an easy (and cheap!) treat.

I left the cake to cool overnight. Later today I will be frosting it. I’m not planning anything elaborate- just extra icing! Because that’s what my wife requested. And since it’s her birthday, I figured I’d better do what she requested.

I don’t want to be reminded for the next 18 years that I didn’t do that. Once is enough.

I am baking the cake with love in mind. I do care about my wife’s happiness! Happy Birthday Honey! May you enjoy your day!

And your cake!

Cozy Music

I’m glad to have a couple of days off- I can now enjoy our home. It’s become very cozy for the holidays. Besides just the decorations.

Even our oldest has decided to lay down by the fire and listen to music. She has discovered that she has full control of the music that plays in the house. All from her iPhone. I let her download an app the controls our music.

At the moment, we get to enjoy a variety of Christmas music played from the Radio Addon on our Kodi Box. It’s been the best part of our home theater setup. Access to the internet and a variety of commercial free music of almost any genre!

A few years ago I installed small speakers all around our downstairs. This allows for a Disneyland like feel. As you walk through our downstairs, the left and right speakers slowly melt from room to room.

Playing Christmas music really makes the home feel inviting. Add a fire, a comfortable blanket and some warm tea- you may not want to leave.

Cyber Bully Monday

Maybe I just have a weak point in my brain and ego. But I got sucked into purchasing on Cyber Monday again this year. I feel as if society has bullied me into being a consumer whore. Buying up stuff on sale whether I need it or not.

Of course I couldn’t help but check out the deals on Amazon. Honestly, there’s always something I could buy. I think the Internet gods are watching over me a bit too closely and catering to my desires. Facebook, Instagram, Amazon, YouTube, etc… all show me things I want. I think they are watching me closely. One day I think Cyberdyne will be real. Wait, what? Moving right along…

Last week’s episode of Doctor Who took a shot at how wonderfully awful warehouse shipping centers can be. Even in the future where robots deliver packages the same day, there’s something both alarming and intriguing about this. For now I have to suffer with free two day shipping. No instant gratification quite yet like going to a store and braving a sea of people.

So ya.

I bought something online first thing this morning. A part of me is excited about it. And a part of me loathes myself for it. Too late now. I clicked on the check out and my item is being processed!

KERBLAM!

Classical

Yesterday we were listening to the Classical XM Radio station in the car. Our kids enjoy classical music. It may be from the fact that I would often play classical music throughout the home. Or perhaps it was from… Baby Einstein.

We owned every DVD and CD from when our first child was born- over sixteen years ago. The videos were played pretty regularly in our home and the cds were on all the time in the car. I even left them to play when our kids weren’t in the car.

I remember developing an appreciation of classical music because of Bugs Bunny and Looney Tunes. Yesterday we heard “The Barber of Seville” by Gioachino Rossini. My kids had never seen the Bugs Bunny version. It dawned on me that their love of classical differs from mine. Our middle child pointed out every instrument as they came up. She now wants to mention to her teacher that they should play it in Orchestra.

This astounds me. Back in my high school days, there was no love of Classical music by any of my classmates. My children have an excellent variety and almost eccentric taste in music. I do believe this comes from me. I’m glad for this.

Time to show them some Bugs Bunny. How did I miss this as they were growing up?

Laugh it Off

Man I’ve been complaining far too much in my blog lately. I don’t want that to be a regular occurrence. So I did something about it.

Today I chose to go into the world and smile more.

That’s it. Work on smiling and being nicer. There’s not much more to it.

A friend needed a ride today, so I happily obliged. Like Mr. Meeseeks would say- “CAN DO!” But thinking about Mr. Meeseeks made me think of something else I saw recently.

Have any of you seen the Toy Story 4 Teaser?

There’s a talking Spork in the Toy Story universe. How? What? Huh? A pipe cleaner on a plastic fork with googly eyes is alive? It does not make sense.

Help me understand this.

Help.

Tickles

I have a difficult time as it is being touched. Yesterday my daughter discovered that I am actually ticklish. I have always been adamant that I am not. Just in hopes that people wouldn’t try to tickle me.

I’m not ticklish under foot or in the armpit. Or any other joint. There’s that certain spot on the side of my ribs that just gets me squirming awkwardly. It’s odd that my youngest daughter found my ticklish spot considering I was never one to try and tickle others.

When our oldest had her first Christmas, my wife and I bought her a “Tickle Me Cookie Monster“. It was adorable. She would cuddle it as it wiggled and giggled. She was only slightly larger than it at the time. We then passed it on to each other child as they were born. I’m pretty sure we have this toy stored away somewhere as a keepsake.

It makes me smile as I think about the noises Cookie made as you squeezed him. The looks on my baby children as it shook in their arms is priceless.

Geoff Has Talent

Our friend Geoff Robertson is a talented musician. We have gone to see him perform about three or four times now. He does sing country music, which isn’t my taste, but I enjoy it nonetheless. Supporting friends as they pursue a passion is something I love to do.

Last night we decided to take the kids out for dinner as Geoff performed. We went to Bob’s Bar and Grill in Aldergrove to watch the show. This is the only venue we go to because it’s local and the food is reasonably priced and quite tasty.

The kids enjoyed hearing Geoff as well. He does some great covers of folk style songs the everyone recognizes. After a couple beers, I’ll sing along from my table to the chorus. “West Virginia Mountain llama!” Last night during one of Geoff’s songs he asked me to do harmonica. I didn’t have a harmonica, so I mumbled some noises that may or may not have sounded like a harmonica.

Here’s one of his original songs. It’s a humorous jingle. The kids liked it as well. Sorry about the background crowd noise, but we were at a bar and grill.

Please enjoy. And always support your local musicians and artists!

Halloween Fun

Last night my family and I went into Fort Langley so that our kids could go trick or treat with some friends. I dropped off my wife and daughters at one house and my son and I went to his friend’s. I was already planning on walking the neighborhood, so I ended up chaperoning three boys in grade seven.

Throughout the night, these boys were the most polite and kindest kids of their age. I even heard the parents handing out treats make various comments about them to this effect. The boys took their time and enjoyed the decorations we saw at some of the homes. It seems Halloween is quite the event for some people in order to bring joy to others.

I enjoy Halloween as well. I was dressed as a very recognizable Obi Wan Kenobi and received many compliments from parents and kids on the streets. The highlight of my night was rather surprising to me.

The parents of a young boy, who was dressed as a Luke Skywalker in his pilot outfit, came running up to me. This little boy was super eager to meet me thinking I really was Obi Wan. We spoke and I threw a couple Star Wars phrases at him trying to keep in character as best I could. In the end I shook his hand and then he reached into his pocket and handed me a candy. I was taken aback at his genuine kindness. As we parted ways I said to him, “May The Force Be With you.”

He responded in turn, “And also with you.”

He made my night memorable. I hope I made his as well.