Monday, March 31, 2008

get well, cards

I actually have an excuse not related to being busy for my lag in blogging this past week. My dad has been recovering from surgery so I've been hangin' at Casa de Folks to help out him and mom. "Help" here meaning I'm there either as back-up or as part of various good cop/bad cop scenarios involving my mom and I keeping dad from either digging giant holes in the back yard or building and then climbing 3-story scaffolding. I can't tell you how happy I am to report that he's fine. If anything happened to my dad, my world would collapse into a pile of mush that no flowers, consoling, or therapy could repair. I need to make him start taking vitamins. So, according to him, the worst part is that he has to take it easy for a few weeks. The only time my dad utters the phrase "take it easy" is when he's singing Eagles songs.

The extended time with my parents has allowed me to participate in some of my favorite activities: making cards, eating mom's cooking, and forcing my taste in movies on my dad. He has now seen "The Shawshank Redemption" (liked it...was on heavy pain meds though so the verdict is still out), "Sneakers" (seemed somewhat indifferent...off pain meds), "Shine" (liked it but found it depressing...hmm), and "The Mosquito Coast" (just kept saying "weird" over and over...time for meds). Next up will be "Traffic" and "American Beauty". Boy is he gonna hate those! If I give him enough pills maybe I can get him to like "Rushmore", "Hedwig and the Angry Inch", and anything by David Lynch. Perhaps there's not enough Vicodin in the world.

In between care-giving and outright nagging, me and mom made cards. As per usual protocol, we also consumed stupid amounts of cheese, wine, and chocolate. I seriously have the coolest parents. Here are some pics of the fruits of our labor and dad's speedy recovery.






We have a rule, started by Mary Bresnock, who got us addicted to this crafty mayhem in the first place. The rule is that you always put a little somethin' on the envelope for the postman (or postlady). If anyone tries to finish a card without the envelope embellishment, I will stamp the following on the envelope for them "Dear dedicated postal carrier, I apologize for being a total fart".

















And here are a few of my mom's lovely creations...









And now, Stacey plays with macro lens...



The pic below, is of one of our scrap papers that protects the dining room table. Sometimes garbage is cool.



Mom's work area on the left, mine on the right. Notice how you can actually see the table on mom's side. Are you wondering about the Wet Ones? Well, sometimes we make a card so divine, we just crap for joy. Sorry, mom would totally disapprove of that joke.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

ha ha ha ha hahahahahahha!!!
You are totally cool, and so's your mom & dad. "crap for joy" hahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!

MOMY

Tommy said...

Stacey,
Here's wishing your dad a speedy recovery. As the son of elderly parents (mine are in their 80's, I'm 40 - ask yourself if I was planned...), the movie thing is tough. I recommend playing it safer: movies directed by Clint Eastwood, baseball-themed flicks (Field of Dreams, For the Love of the Game), and one of the new classic westerns (3:10 to Yuma is a great bet) will have Dad turning cartwheels. 'cause, yeah, American Beauty is one of my 20 fave movies of all time, but if I showed it to my parents, they'd 'be praying for me'.

The worst movie experience of my life was in college when, for my birthday, I rented "Annie Hall" to watch with my mom/dad/sis/bro-in-law. It was 90 minutes of pure silence. I realized then that I must've been left on their doorstep by Mia Farrow ("Sorry, I can't raise 'em all", she quips as she lays the basket at the door).

Get well, Daddy Bode!

maryk said...

so so so so so glad your dad's doing well.