Happy New Year
Many of my co-workers don't understand why I don't 'go out' on New Year's Eve. My response, though rambled, can be translated as follows:
I don't drink; I don't club; I am a homebody. Most days, I sincerely like my family. (We have the 'someone needs to go away' disclaimer for the other days...) In and of themselves, my family entertains me in a way that no one else possibly could.
First and foremost, there's Chachi. Chachi and I have been together off and on for almost eighteen years now (!!!); on full time-married for the past twelve. He makes me laugh on a regular basis, many times to tears and near pants-wetting. He has a weird/odd/rare sense of humor. (Doubters should read my 12-15-07 guest post over at Tracy's Place.)
One of my favorite radio stations hits a 'dead spot' between The Edge of the Great Woods and The Other Side of the Great Woods, less than 20 miles away. It's actually less a dead spot than it is a 'combining spot', where one may hear both 'my kind of music' and...bluegrass. Together. For about five miles. During that knuckle-whitening time, Chachi plays 'guest DJ'. He fills in the weather ("It may or may not rain, with random smatterings of whatever it feels like doing..."), the traffic report ("Another dead dear on the roadway, people. Fear not. Vultures are circling, and the Neighborhood will eat like kings tonight!"), and intros to 'the next song up'. My favorite to date is "Next up, we have Zamfir, master of the pan flute, playing with One. Bad. PIG! This intro was followed by whistles and catcalls - all compliments of the Chach-ster, as I attempted to stay on the road while blind with tears and laughter.
Predictably, I like to be around him a lot.
Nooze has a similar sense of humor, and has blurted out less than appropriate things in the Worst Places. As she gets older, she seems to be grasping that this may play better to People That Understand Her.
Tonight was one of those nights for BOTH of them, as they watched a commercial for the MXZ Pocket Saw. The conversation was as follows:
TV: ...It can do almost anything!
Chachi: Can it balance my checkbook?
Nooze: If I go to school naked, can it make me clothes?
Chachi: Can it Field Dress a squirrel?
Nooze: Can it double as a bathtub?
The yelling continued, with increasingly bizarre questions - and no answers from the Television Gods.
Tell me honestly, people. Why on earth would I go out tonight, when I can get this entertainment for free?!
I don't drink; I don't club; I am a homebody. Most days, I sincerely like my family. (We have the 'someone needs to go away' disclaimer for the other days...) In and of themselves, my family entertains me in a way that no one else possibly could.
First and foremost, there's Chachi. Chachi and I have been together off and on for almost eighteen years now (!!!); on full time-married for the past twelve. He makes me laugh on a regular basis, many times to tears and near pants-wetting. He has a weird/odd/rare sense of humor. (Doubters should read my 12-15-07 guest post over at Tracy's Place.)
One of my favorite radio stations hits a 'dead spot' between The Edge of the Great Woods and The Other Side of the Great Woods, less than 20 miles away. It's actually less a dead spot than it is a 'combining spot', where one may hear both 'my kind of music' and...bluegrass. Together. For about five miles. During that knuckle-whitening time, Chachi plays 'guest DJ'. He fills in the weather ("It may or may not rain, with random smatterings of whatever it feels like doing..."), the traffic report ("Another dead dear on the roadway, people. Fear not. Vultures are circling, and the Neighborhood will eat like kings tonight!"), and intros to 'the next song up'. My favorite to date is "Next up, we have Zamfir, master of the pan flute, playing with One. Bad. PIG! This intro was followed by whistles and catcalls - all compliments of the Chach-ster, as I attempted to stay on the road while blind with tears and laughter.
Predictably, I like to be around him a lot.
Nooze has a similar sense of humor, and has blurted out less than appropriate things in the Worst Places. As she gets older, she seems to be grasping that this may play better to People That Understand Her.
Tonight was one of those nights for BOTH of them, as they watched a commercial for the MXZ Pocket Saw. The conversation was as follows:
TV: ...It can do almost anything!
Chachi: Can it balance my checkbook?
Nooze: If I go to school naked, can it make me clothes?
Chachi: Can it Field Dress a squirrel?
Nooze: Can it double as a bathtub?
The yelling continued, with increasingly bizarre questions - and no answers from the Television Gods.
Tell me honestly, people. Why on earth would I go out tonight, when I can get this entertainment for free?!
posted by rennratt at 12:00 AM
15 Comments:
Why, indeed?
That pocket saw is really poorly rated.
Happy 2008, sister.
I need one of those saws! Happy 2008
LOL. We love infomercials. They always show some hapless person looking exasperated at trying to do whatever they're selling to make it easier.
I like to drink, but we don't go out either. It's safer to be at home.
I am so sick and it hurts to laugh and I laughed anyway. Dude, that's like my family. Are you sure we aren't related?
One.Bad.Pig. *snicker*
Well, I wouldn't go out either. We really have to get together - all of us - someday soon!
We don't go out for New Years Eve, but we did go out in the afternoon for lunch. Yesterday was our first experience with Ethiopian food. A huge plate with all kinds of unrecognizable stuff. No utensiles. A big plate of some kind of spongy bread. It was pretty cool.
One Bad Pig! No way! I actually had a jean jacket (4 sizes too small for me) that was painted with the band's logo by their former bassist. It was quite good, but of course I couldn't do anything but look at it. Gave it to a friend eventually... Liked their version of Man In Black.
I saw that commercial, and wish I'd had y'all around because it inspired the same mockery in me, only not as fast.
/wish my saw could balance my checkbook
//slashies solve everything
Chachi and Scott might be related. That sense of humor sounds very familiar to me.
After going to a neighborhood new year's eve party, Scott and I both expressed that it would have been just as fun to stay home and watch a movie this year. We had fun at the party and enjoyed being with our friends, but it wasn't the be all end all we were hoping for, I guess.
It sounds like your year is starting off on a happy and hilarious note! I hope it continues so.
We stayed home and had an absolutely perfect New Year's Eve. Made even better when the neighbor closest to our back yard shot off a good five minutes worth of quality fire works and we had 'front row' seats from our deck.
(Phil loves the Magic Bullet infomercial and actually LOOKS FOR IT on Sunday mornings.)
Didn't know one bad pig was a band until DB commented.
Me? I had a mental image of Zamfir butt-huffing a hog. Heh.
No reason to go out at all with that kind of entertainments at home.
I understand what you're saying but in my case Mr.Man is dull. DULL DULL DULL I TELL YOU!
He's a hottie and loves me to death but he's an eighty year old man trapped in a forty one year olds body.
Maybe I'm just difficult to live with...
I wanna come live with you, Chachi and Nooze. Much better than Dullsville, KS. Where my hubby can get a snore on in less than 5 minutes horizontal, and sometimes 10 minutes vertical.
and my kids don't "get it" and never SHUT UP. sigh.
Could you, Chachi and Nooze come live with us? We would all yell at the TV and laugh hysterically and do that whisper-talk thing when we are laughing super hard.
It would be nice.
Being out on New Years Eve is overrated. Thank goodness you have some built-in entertainment.
Happy New Year, Renn, and don't let anyone go to school naked.
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