The 20s

I won’t embarrass her with pictures here, but today is my niece Regina’s 20th birthday.

Yikes.

The one memory I’ll share here is one day when she was maybe a year old, and my sister’s family had come by to visit.

I had set up the old Avalon Hill War at Sea game, and Regina sat on my lap as I played a turn.  The British and German navies were attacking each other, and as I rolled the dice, Regina would say, “uh oh” whenever I rolled a ‘5’ (ship damaged/crippled) and exclaimed “oh no!” whenever I rolled a ‘6’ (ship destroyed/sunk).

I hadn’t even explained the rules to her.

In 1999 (I think), my sister called me shortly after the beginning of the Daytona 500.

Maria: What did you teach her?
Me: What do you mean?
Maria: We were watching the start of the race, they waved the green flag, and Regina said, “Go!”
Me (laughing): I didn’t do it.

Regina has always been a smart kid.

Last one:

In 1999, I was babysitting at their place, and Regina was sleeping on the couch.  I left her alone until she woke up, sat up, and vomited all over her onesie.

Eeeek.

I quickly scooped her up and removed the puked-on garment, found another one, changed her diaper since she had also peed, and dressed her in the other onesie.

I then held onto her until she fell asleep again, and then her parents came home.

Happy Birthday, Regina!

A week?

I must have been busy.  Or lazy.  Both?

I spent part of my weekend cleaning stuff around the house, like the upstairs bathroom, among other locations.

I’ve been hitting my elliptical for about 10-20 minutes for the past week.  I hope to make it back up to 30+ minutes, if not more.

I caught up with my TV watching, the CW DC shows are surprisingly keeping me interested.  Black Lightning is good, so far.

I used my instant pot TWICE in one weekend, making some chicken in salsa thing, and pork ribs.  Both turned out pretty good.

More games that I’ll (maybe) eventually play came in.

More porgs were acquired.  And dice.

And it’s almost February.  Yikes.

2018?

Not much of a goal, but I intend to continue to be the cool/weird/crazy uncle to my nieces and nephews.

That’s all.

Happy New Year, folks.

Caroling and stuff

Spent the morning running around doing errands.

I pondered going to see The Last Jedi again, but decided not to.

I ended up picking up this, on sale, though:

Porg mug!  And it holds about 24 oz.  That’s a lot of coffee.  Or 2 cans of Pepsi.

It is a bit freaky because it looks like it was lobotomized.

I bought Dad a new set of pajamas because his looked a bit beat up when I saw him this morning.  I did ask him if he needed a new set, and he did say yes.

My last stop was outside JC Pennys, where my niece and her Girl Scout troop were singing Christmas carols for about an hour or so.

Once again I was tempted to go see The Last Jedi, but decided to go home.

PORGS ARE AWESOME

It was great.  And even better when you see it with friends and family.

Rankings:

  1. A New Hope
  2. Rogue One
  3. The Empire Strikes Back
  4. The Last Jedi
  5. The Force Awakens
  6. Return of the Jedi
  7. Revenge of the Sith
  8. The Phantom Menace
  9. Attack of the Clones

I thought Rogue One was a better film.  Maybe that will change after I see The Last Jedi again.

Sunday Blatherings

Dunkin’ Donut run in the morning.  I have yet to invoke my AARP card ‘free donut with large coffee’ thing.

Started watching the Broncos-Eagles game, but decided to go out and run errands instead.

Didn’t pick up anything from Barnes & Noble.

Picked up some grey paint from Gator Games.

Didn’t pick up anything from Toys R Us.

Didn’t pick up anything from Tanforan Shopping Center.

I stopped by McDonalds because I wanted a milkshake.  I ordered a Mighty Kids meal, and when I asked for a chocolate shake, the cashier said that they were out of shakes.  What?

I stopped by Best Buy to support my niece and her Girl Scout troop, who were selling chocolate and nuts in front of the store.  I went inside to find an ATM, and ended up picking up Call of Duty WWII.

I went home and used my new paint to finally start painting up my Militarum Tempestus Scions again.  I also watched the end of the 49ers game.

And now I’m watching Marvel films on TV.

The 80s

Today is my Dad’s 80th birthday.

I’m the smaller one in the picture.

He was my first hero.  At 5 years old I suspected that he may actually be Superman, because he wore glasses, just like Clark Kent.

He did his fatherly duties as well as anyone could, maybe better sometimes.  He’d take us out on weekend trips to the movies or the flea market or to a park.  He took each of my siblings and I out for driving lessons.  He takes care of his kids and grand kids as well as he can.

I remember once asking if I could take up model rocketry as a new hobby.  He said no.  Later, at one of the time my brother was practicing driving/parking in the parking lot at Candlestick Park, we watched some folks launching model rockets.  Next thing I know Dad is taking me to Toys R Us to pick up an Estes Rockets X-15 starter set.  Over time he built a home made launch pad for me, better than the plastic one that came with the starter kit.  I built 6 or 7 kits and we probably launched a total of 5 rockets before I lost interest in it.  At least 1 or 2 were lost to the winds of San Francisco.

He’s given us his unconditional love, as well as a few health scares along the way.  At 50, I sometimes find it annoying how he still feels the need to make sure I have something for breakfast or dinner, even though I’ve been doing that for myself for over half my lifetime.  But I get it.

Still annoying, though.

Happy 80th birthday, Dad!  I love you.