This must be the funnest way to get home from work ever!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Weekend Video
Posted by The Donald at 8:40 AM 15 comments
Labels: water slide, weekend video, work
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Christmas lights and Twisted Sister
Lisa had a post up last week showing a picture of our house all decorated for Christmas, but those of you who might not also read her blog, (That number has to be very small, since most of my traffic comes from when she takes pity on my blog and links it up with hers.) I present to you the Sorenson house for Christmas 2008, starting on the porch and working its way out.
Next to the door we have none other than Mickey Mouse greeting visitors.
Since we like to go with a candy theme, there are candy canes lining the walkway to the front door.
Continuing with the candy theme, we have lollipops that we made out of Styrofoam, wooden dowels and colored plastic stuff.
This year I decided to use lights on the trees instead of the spotlights I had used in years' past. Normally I am NOT a white light fan for outdoor decorating, but it makes the trees look nice.
When we first moved into our house 3 years ago, we had the idea to put a classic waving Santa in this window. Now the other houses of this design in our neighborhood throw something up there too. But like in writing a comment in the blogging world, we claim FIRST!
Another shot of the front of the house so you can get a better look at Mr. Claus. (Yes Heidi, I know his feet don't show. It is supposed to be like he is starting down a chimney bringing Christmas goodness to the little boys and girls of the house.)
And lastly a shot of everything. Since I snapped this pic I finished wrapping the other garage door as a present, and put bows on both of them. If I get around to it I will post the new pic I have, but even without it you can get the idea. I also have the blue banner there on the left that says 'Merry Christmas' on it.
OK, now that I have the house pictures up, I need to explain the music playing on my blog. Last year I found out that Twisted Sister had decided to make a Christmas CD for their final release ever, and to celebrate 30 years as a band. Yes, the same guys that brought you classic Glam Rock hits such as "We're Not Going To Take It" and "I Want To Rock." The word I heard is that they wanted to put something out that would finish off Twisted Sister once and for all. (Which is funny to me...I figured they had been finished since 1988.)
Twisted Sister even returned to their "classic" lineup featuring lead vocalist Dee Snider, guitarists Jay Jay French and Eddie Ojeda, bassist Mark Mendoza and drummer A.J. Pero for this final album.Now this is a Christmas CD that has been classified as "NFL" which in the Sorenson household stands for "Not For Lisa." Therefore I am relegated to rocking out to it in my car on the drive to and from work, and while at work. And since at work I sit across from my old man, I keep the volume down pretty low when I play it. I get the feeling he likes it about as much as Lisa does.
Of course, this CD wouldn't be complete if there wasn't a totally twisted video to go with it. Since I quit watching MTV a looong time ago (Not that they show videos anyway!) I have only been able to enjoy this via youtube. But instead of making you search for it yourself, I have include it right here.
Twisted? Yes. Tasteful? Not so much. But a fun rocking Christmas song? Oh yeah!
Posted by The Donald at 12:55 PM 13 comments
Labels: christmas, christmas lights, rock, twisted christmas, twisted sister
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
El Donaldo's Christmas gift buying guide for the cash strapped
What kid would not want his very own rocket ship? Now really, if given the choice between a Polly Pocket or Transformer or cardboard rocket ship, show me the child who wouldn't pick option #3.
What is that you say? Your child can't think up fun ideas on their own because the Nintendo has replaced the part of their brain that thinks creative thoughts? And how a cardboard box won't cut it for them because they won't know what to do with it? In that case, there is yet another thing you can do with a cardboard box!
Not only will your child be able to walk out in that bright bright sunshine that he has grown accustomed to hiding from indoors, but his friends won't be able to see that he is actually outside playing instead of being a shut in.
Mud Pies
By the time that cardboard box starts to wear out it should be around mid May. Which is where the mud pie fits in perfectly. The weather is warmer, and if your children are anything like mine, they are itching to get outside and play. (Unless your kid is Nintendo boy. His box should still be in tip top condition.)
Mud pies are a timeless classic. The best part is you already have the materials at home!
Coming in as the third item on our list this year is yet another item that you can get from your property. Unless that is you don't have a tree, then you might need to break a few off your neighbor's tree.
Sticks
A stick is just about as handy as a cardboard box. You can play swords with a good stick. You can mix up your mud pie with a stick. You can cook hot dogs over a campfire with a stick. You can even use a stick to poke at a hornet's nest with. While sticks probably wouldn't be good gifts for infants, I would say any child over 3 would love to see a bundle of sticks under the Christmas tree.
The best gift on our list has been saved for last. Now keep in mind that out of all the gifts listed, this one will cost the most money. But mark my words, more things can be done with this gift than any of the other ones listed above. Heck, even Nintendo boy can use it to prop up his game system so it doesn't over heat.
Duct Tape
This is the mother of all gifts! Do you realize all that can be done with duct tape??? Not only that, but this also would suffice as a gift for your husband. Go ahead, give him 2-3 rolls of duct tape instead of a new tie. You will be all he talks about to his friends for weeks on end. Even teens love duct tape! In case you can't see the picture I am painting, here are some uses for duct tape.
Makes a fine babysitter
Car needs new paint? Not if you have some duct tape!
Works great as a girdle...
...As well as a wallet...
...Or even a Formal Dress!!
If the above photos do not convince you that duct tape is a prime gift this holiday season, then maybe this one will. Duct tape can also be used to hide unsightly images out in public!
So there you have it. Several ideas for those of you looking to cut back this year. I hope you all enjoyed my gift buying guide this year. From all of us here at El Donaldo Blogo, we wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!
Posted by The Donald at 2:13 PM 13 comments
Labels: cardboard box, cash strapped, christmas, duct tape, gifts, guide
Monday, December 1, 2008
My most memorable day after Thanksgiving memory
I was going to post this last Friday, but since most of you would either be:
A. Waking up at the crack of dawn to buy the new Elmo doll that your child will not be interested in by March.
B. Waking up to a ginormous mess in your house from the night before when all of your relatives’ enjoyed your cooking, but when it came time to clean up, they all had tummy aches.
-OR-
C. So sore from the turkey bowl football game that you played with your church. You know the one where you took the opening kickoff almost all the way to the house before feeling your butt muscle pull? The one where 10 minutes later you pulled your groin on the other side of your body, but were still able to have 4 catches and 2 touchdowns for the game?
I decided to wait until today to post it. Because whether you were shopping, cleaning, or nursing a sore butt muscle, the last thing on your mind would be to check your favorite blogs.
With all that being said, I now must warn you about today’s post. This is a day after Thanksgiving memory post, and it might be a little gross to some of you. So if you aren’t in the mood to read about what transpired the day after Thanksgiving 1989 to yours truly, go ahead and stop reading right now, and go admire the talking Elmo you cold cocked another person for 3 days ago.
Like I said, the year was 1989. I was 12 years old, and it was 4 days before Thanksgiving. I had been feeling very sick for a few days and had even thrown up once or twice. Since we were going to be leaving to go over to Bellevue to my Grandparents house in 2 days, my mom decided that it would be a good idea to take me to the Doctor. After all, the last thing you want to do as a parent is travel across the mountains with a boy who is hurling out the window as you drive.
After waiting the obligatory 45 minutes in the waiting room, we were called back by the nurse. Of course we all know that is followed up by another 20 minute wait in the exam room, but since this post isn’t about the headache that is going to the Doctor; I will stop harping on the subject. Dr. Beck entered into the room and did the usual checks on me. Eyes…check. Nose…check. Ears…check. Slamming the triangular rock into my knee…check. After a few words with my mom, Dr. Beck turns to me and informs me that I have some little bug, which will be gone by Thanksgiving and I will be able to eat all of the turkey and pie that I could stomach.
I was stoked to hear the news. I loved going over to my Grandma’s house for Thanksgiving. From the flattened out butter on the small light blue colored plate, to the bowl of ice cream that I would eat at night while my family watched the 10 o’clock news, the food just tasted better there.
As usual, we had a ton of people there for our Thanksgiving feast. We would line up another table with their dining room table so there could be room for the 20+ guests who were in attendance. My uncles Mike and/or Brian would have a whoopee cushion at the ready for when Grandma would get up to grab something out of the kitchen. You see us Brinkerhoff’s/Sorenson’s don’t believe in a quiet civilized Thanksgiving meal. I mean, where would the fun be in that??
That night I ate and ate, and when I didn’t think I could fit anything else in, I ate some more. I had been over my bug for about 48 hours, and felt fine. However, that “little bug” I had had one more kick left in it.
When I went to bed I felt totally fine. No upset stomach. No feeling like a fever was coming on. After a good night sleep in the room that was referred to as “The Black Hole”, I went downstairs to get some breakfast. When I walked into the kitchen, my grandma was sitting at the table eating her oatmeal. Across the room the TV was on KSTW 11. And it was right then and there that it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had to barf, and it was coming out no matter what I tried to do.
My mind was racing very fast with the thoughts on the best way to lose all that I had gorged myself on the night before. Running to the bathroom was out of the question, I would never have made it. I didn’t want to go towards the family room, because then the spew would have been all over the carpet. So I decided that the best thing to do would be to put my hand over my mouth and try to block whatever remnants of pumpkin pie and mashed potatoes were going to come up.
Looking back on the whole situation, putting my hand over my mouth wasn’t a very good idea. Why you ask? Before I answer that, you need to be familiar with the scene in the movie “Stand by Me” when Davie Hogan, a.k.a. Lardass Hogan starts to hurl after drinking a bottle of castor oil and swallowing a raw egg before he participates in the County Fair pie eating contest. Because that is how my upchuck chucked. It was a powerful stream of puke, and I had tried to block it with my hand.
So what happens when something that would later be referred to as “The Thanksgiving Power Barf of 1989” goes down? Well, for starters, remember that I was standing next to my poor Grandmother. The mess pouring from my pie hole squirted out of the sides of my mouth and into her shoes, all over the table where her bowl of oatmeal sat, and all over her. It goes without saying that she wasn’t too thrilled to be covered with the meal that she so tirelessly slaved over the night before. Especially since said meal smelled waaay different than it did 12 hours prior.
Right at the moment the power barf hit, my uncle Mike was coming out of the laundry room that was hooked onto the Dining Room. He saw the whole thing. Of course since he was not involved with what had just transpired, it was the funniest thing in the whole world to him.
After much yelling and screaming from my Grandma, the mess was cleaned up. (I can’t imagine why she was sooo upset. Kids throw up all the time.) But the memory of my power barf would live on forever. I look back on it fondly, as does Mike. My Grandma though? Probably not so much.
Oh yes, and one thing I did forget to mention. While I still believe that I wouldn’t have made it to the Bathroom that I had in mind, I would have made it to the one that was right off of the Laundry room.
So there you have it, my most memorable day after Thanksgiving moment.
Are there any after Thanksgiving moments you hold dear?
Posted by The Donald at 11:52 AM 14 comments
Labels: 1989, Bellevue, Grandma's House, Memory, Powe Barf, Thanksgiving, Whoopee Cushion