Married to a Black Friday Junkie

All families have a few skeletons in the closet.  Secrets they would be happy for the neighbors never to know.  There's always some habit or event that is a little sad and embarrassing, or even tragic, that has no real resolution, but just IS.

Our embarrassing event happens annually.  My husband doesn't really think he has a problem.  But he does.  I know it's coming, the end of every November.  I hope each year that he won't do it again.  But it's inevitable.  He can't help himself.  My husband is a Black Friday Junkie.

It starts on Thanksgiving Day.  He wakes up and says he's going out, to find a newspaper.  Normally we don't get a newspaper...we read our news on the Internet.  He has to find the Thanksgiving morning issue.

He comes home with the local newspaper, 25 pounds worth because of all the ads.  He spreads them out on the dining room table and starts perusing.  He circles the outrageously good deals, possible gifts or items of interest with a pen.  He knows the stores only have 3 of them.  He knows they are out to catch the consumer, to suck them into the store to just buy more.  He circles them anyway.

Then he plans out his route.  What time do the stores open?  Which stores are close to each other?

This year, the Target and Kohl's ads are extra enticing.  Instead of opening at 4 a.m. the Friday after Thanksgiving, they open at MIDNIGHT THANKSGIVING NIGHT.  What??  You don't have to go to bed at all.  Just stay up, and then go to the store for the deals.

After Thanksgiving dinner and socializing with friends, we make our way home.  The ads are still out on the table.  He peruses again.  I am so tired by 10:00, I go upstairs.  By 10:30 I am out like a light.

I open my eyes at 2:53 a.m.  The bathroom light is still on, like I left it.  His side of the bed is still empty.  I walk downstairs, hoping against hope that he just started a movie late, and it is about to end.  No such luck.  The basement is dark and quiet.  I shake my head.  He's gone shopping.

I go back to bed.  At 6:15 I open my eyes again.  Still no Frank.  At 6:30 I hear the garage door open.  He is back.

It turns out, Kohl's and Target pulled a trick and while the ad said midnight, they didn't actually open until 1a.m.  He waits with the crowds.  Then after shopping those 2 stores amongst the ridiculously large masses (at 1 a.m.-- literally hundreds of shoppers at 1 a.m.), it's after 3.  Home Depot opens at 4, and he's already there, right?  This is the warped rationale of an addict.  Get a yogurt and banana at Target, and there's only 30 minutes until the next store opens.

I wish it was different.  He decided not to go to bed when he got home.  He hasn't slept now for 36 hours.  I do my best to cover up this insane behavior to the neighbors.  I would get him professional help, but like I said, he doesn't think he has a problem.  I sigh and shake my head.

It's over.  Until next year.

Sprucing Up a School in Costa Rica

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Frank was in Costa Rica for work (Hewlett-Packard) a few weeks ago.  Part of their week was spent painting and refurbishing a school.  It was awesome!

They put together a short video of the day.  I'll see if I can load it.  I think I saw him 4 times during the video: painting, or in the group shots.

(If you watch it "full screen," it's a little grainy...)

squirrels, bruises, Babylon

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Here's a hodgepodge week for you!  I have a few photos which have nothing to do with each other.  But I'm going to post them anyway.

FAT, BOLD SQUIRREL:  Kara and David did such a good job carving our Halloween pumpkins this year...sorry no photos of the finished product, but one was a witch and the other a werewolf.  They were nice and detailed.  We put them on the front doorstep.

Then one morning I notice that they are all chewed up!  "SOMEone has been eating MY Halloween pumpkin," I can hear the little bear saying.

The next morning I open the front door and see this fat furry guy, sitting on top of the pumpkin chowing down.  He stopped chewing a moment to look at me, then went right back to chewing.  Even when I moved to get the camera, returned, and started snapping pictures, he kept on eating, giving me an occasional side glance.  "Are you still here?  You're kind of interrupting my breakfast."

YELLOW, GREEN, and BROWN.  These are the colors of my bruise on my face.  I set up the tripod and took these pictures so Frank could see.  He missed it, with his conference in Las Vegas last week.  The swelling went down a little in my cheek (caused by the mini surgery skin graft I had done in my mouth), to be replaced by awful colors and bruising on my cheek and jaw!  So, here's the proof that it really happened.  I didn't notice until I looked at the photos, that even under my eye looks yellow and bruised.  Poor me. (??!? It's almost all gone by now.)

HANGING GARDENS of BABYLON.  Kara is studying Messopotamia in Social Studies, and her current project (due Tuesday) is to replicate these Hanging Gardens.  Frank took on this one (bless you, thank you, thank you), by mapping out the project details with Kara, and taking her to the craft store yesterday.  Today he put in a full afternoon of coaching, while she drew the patterns, painted, used the carpet knife to cut, glue-gunned, decorated and put on finishing touches to this masterpiece!

So, that's last week in a nutshell.  Now we have a short week, a long weekend and time to be thankful, all mixed in between!

Happy Thanksgiving in 2 more days!  Kari

You Live, You Learn

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WARNING: TOOTH STORY.  (A little gross but not terrible.)

I hosted a Pity Party on Facebook yesterday.  But for the benefit of those who don't visit Facebook, and for my own record, I will tell the story here.  :)

PERIODONTIST.  Did you know they could do a skin graft in your mouth?  I know, it sounds WAY too gross, and it is!  But I had it done yesterday.  Why?  Well, long ago, I habitually brushed my teeth way too hard.  Something about thinking the harder I brushed, the cleaner my teeth would be.  NOW I know, that you really need very little pressure on your teeth when you clean them, to get them clean.

But there were a few years there, where I brushed really hard.  To the point of pushing my gums back a little, and now I have a few teeth where the root is slightly exposed.  This is bad.  Your gums support and hold your teeth in place.

So.  Yesterday my periodontist worked on the worst 3 teeth.  She took a tiny bit of tissue from the roof of my mouth and stitched it to the gum where it was receded the worst.  Now my own gum skin will mesh with that graft and make its own new tissue.

EEEeeewww!  I know.  Today my cheek is swollen and bruised a little, even though I have been icing it.  She put this putty stuff on the roof of my mouth to cover the strings of the stitches.  In a few days they will dissolve.

Enough of that!  But I haven't really been in a happy-skipping mood.

TERESA is FOURTEEN!  Happy Birthday to Teresa, on 11-11-11!

**Notice the candles on the pie: they make "11-11-11"**

November 11, 2011.  She had a sleepover last night, with pizza and candles in her Birthday Dessert Request, Butterscotch Pie.  I think they ate another 3 pounds of our Halloween candy.  (And there was much rejoicing.)

VETERAN's DAY.  Always sharing her birthday with her fabulous Aunt Pam, and the soldiers we honor on this day!  She's in pretty good company, then, for her whole life.  :)

LATE, QUICK AUTUMN.  The leaves have changed, now, and most are falling or have fallen.  Yes, in roughly a week's time (last time I said they were green and still on the trees), fall happened and is just about over.  Very strange this year.

Happy (long, in our case) Weekend!  Kari

Weird Halloween Week

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It's been a strange week, kind of an upside-down week.  We had the seemingly not-so-bad storm last Saturday, that left 700,000 people in the state without power.  It was a "perfect storm," of sorts.  A combination of circumstances made for optimal conditions...branches and trees came down on power lines.

(Actually, in central and western Massachusetts, there are STILL 85,000 people without power!  It's been a week now.  Wow.  We missed 2 days of school, and some of those districts are still out.  A whole week they've missed, and winter hasn't even started yet.)

One of the "strange circumstances" was that we have had a pretty wimpy fall, this year.  I usually look forward to October, for all the leaves changing and all the color.  But THIS year, either warm temps, or lots of rain, or something...has made it so that most of our leaves have NOT changed color!  Just still green, and some brown.  And, the leaves are still on the trees, mostly.

So, for the new header photo, I had to use a picture from a year or two ago.  When we had pretty leaves.  Not this year so much!

Another strange part: usually the branches are bare by now.  If they had been bare by now, that snow that fell last weekend would not have weighed down the branches and broken off so many.

So there you have it.  A weird storm.

We had Halloween anyway.  Lots of sugar-trading going on.  Here is Kara with some friends that went out all together.  She wore that great dress her Grammie D made, and it was tweaked with accessories.  She started as "Laura Ingalls Wilder" and added a hat and a tooth on a necklace: she became the "Tooth Fairy."

We also had David's 16th birthday.  He and I went down to the RMV and he took the test for his Driver's Permit.  He passed!  He was very excited, and we went straight to the empty school parking lot and he practiced for the first time.  Since 3 days ago, he has driven us home from the school, and Kara to soccer practice, and all around the neighborhoods close to the elementary school.  (And you thought that my hair was grey before.)
I'm kidding.  He's doing a good job so far.  "Practice, practice, practice," is what one person's advice was.  That means I have to grit my teeth and let go of the car keys.

Teresa is sad to have finished up volleyball.  She really learned a lot and had fun this season.  Here are a few photos of her serving.  She has a pretty good serve.

Here is a photo of David (over the summer), since it WAS his birthday last week.

Well there you have an update on life in New England--WITH electricity, I will add in gratitude.  WITH heat.  WITH hot water for showers.  All it takes is one day without those things, for you to say Whew!  I am sure glad I have electricity!

Happy Rest of the Weekend, Kari