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The Bum Chair and Other Family Jokes

12/28/2017

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Our dining room table has eight chairs, all with a woven rattan net in the middle of the seat. They’re carved oak pieces from my grandmother, so they have sentimental value. The only drawback to them is that over time, the rattan wears, and the strands begin to break. So, every year or two, one of them will begin to go. Anyone sitting on that chair begins to sink, making the experience uncomfortable, to say the least. I dub it “the bum chair.” Because these chairs are expensive to fix, they tend to stay in disrepair for awhile.

When both of my sons were teenagers, still living at home, one of their pranks against “Dad” (me) was to make sure the bum chair was always in my usual place at the dinner table. I’d sit down, feel the discomfort, and wince. My sons would burst out laughing. The joke was on me. Always. And because I was never suspecting, I fell for the trick again and again, much to their delight.

So, this Christmas season, both of my sons are at home again for a couple of weeks. All the old family jokes come out—especially when my daughter joins us. My older son pulled out a text I had sent him more than two years ago, teasing him that “Even at your wedding, you’ll probably make sure I’m sitting in the bum chair.” Can you believe, he saved that text from over two years ago—and he still thinks it’s funny? Of course, everyone around the table laughed. At me.

Another family joke is when I wanted to have fun embarrassing my teenage sons at a Dairy Queen drive-thru. Whenever we went for Blizzards, I'd order the Reese’s Blizzard. But the employees at our local Dairy Queen always pronounced it “Ree-sees.” I knew the correct pronunciation was “Ree-siz.” So, I asked the attendant, much to my sons’ chagrin, “Why do you guys always call it ‘Ree-sees’?” Of course, I embarrassed them in the moment, but since then, they’ve turned the tables on me and now tease me about “getting angry” at the drive-thru attendants. “Hey Dad, why do they call it Reeeeee-seeeees?” I hear the exaggerated version of that ill-fated question again and again, whenever they want to throw a jab my way. Yup, shamed in my home ever since. (A word of caution to parents of teenagers: Any prank you play on your kids has the unlimited potential to backfire.) 

My sons were often loud and rowdy, whereas my wife preferred peace, tranquility, and order in the home. Whenever they'd get carried away, she’d call out, “Boys,” as a way to make them aware that they were exceeding the acceptable decibel threshold, or that too much testosterone was at play. So, with both of them at the dinner table during this Christmas season, one will deliberately amplify his voice so the other can say, “Boys.” However, they modified the pronunciation to “boyce.” Back and forth they trade jabs, followed up by, “boyce, boyce.” My wife and I can do nothing but look on helplessly.

When did our home get so out of control?

Another table trick they used to play was setting out the cutlery but deliberately leaving out a spoon, fork, or napkin for me. We’d sit down, pray, and then begin the meal.

“Hey, how come I didn’t get a fork?” I’d complain.

“I put four of everything on the table,” my wife countered. “Must be here somewhere.”

My kids would only snicker.

What could I do but laugh? 

Funny words and movie lines often come out—words picked up in literature or lines heard in movies.

"Poppycock" (National Treasure), "We ain't had nothing but maggoty bread for three stinkin' days" (Lord of the Rings/LOTR movie), and a whole host of other ridiculous words pop up, all used on each other. But "Jackanapes" (CS Lewis' Narnia series) and "Stinker" (LOTR) are used facetiously on our poor defenseless dog Biscuit. Scandalous chuckles follow, and Biscuit smiles happily, thinking she's being called "good dog" with new vocabulary.

I may not want to trade these moments, memories, or family jokes for anything, but, I’ll always trade the bum chair for a good one, even when it makes my scheming kids snicker all the louder.


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Instagrammers

12/1/2017

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With the launch of my catering business, I’ve had to jump into yet another world of social media: Instagram. 

“Uh, a little late,” some of you might scolding your computer, pad, or phone screen, laughing. Well, just to let you know…I've been thinking the same thing while writing this post. Maybe you’re not scolding the phone, but you’re one of my friends that recently elected to follow me, and thought, “Finally!”

Having worked with young people and taught at a small university for so many years, I have lots of younger friends. At the very least, they’re probably all smiling at this latecomer to Instagram.

But now it’s my turn to smile. I’m genuinely enjoying the creativity of the screen names followers have chosen. Many of these are friends, and others I have no idea who they are, because generally speaking, I only spend enough time on social media to accomplish what I need to accomplish (plus a few minutes here and there if a news feed item from family or friends catches my attention). Anyway, I’d like to share a few of the more creative screen names.

First-up Instagram follower/liker name is “bladelord666.” Now, Guardian of the Galaxy’s “Star-Lord” is one of my family’s favorite movie characters. But “blade lord”? Is that a cross between “Blade Runner” and “Star-Lord”? If they chose the name before Blade Runner 2049, maybe the Instagrammer’s name is Harrison Pratt or Chris Ford. If “bladelord666” is a name chosen after the BR2049 movie came out, it gets kinda confusing trying to throw Ryan Gosling’s name into the mix. But attaching the number of the beast (666) from the Bible’s book of Revelation? This hints at the possibility that the person embraces a dark self-image. Outrageously hilarious. 

Next up is “the_half_merry_artist.” Now, this name simply makes me sad. Only half-merry? Makes me wonder if this person needs some cheering up. 

Then comes “_it_rained_it_poured_”. I think this Instagrammer came up with that name after reading my last humor blog post about rain. Could be a Seattlite. Never know.

Being a cookie lover, I loved it when “cookiesmonster1” started following me. Long live the cookie monster! Actually, “cookiemonster1” is someone I actually know, and she is a fun person who definitely loves to make cookies.

The name “mindofralph” makes me wonder what happened to Ralph’s body. Or, is it someone else who’s borrowing Ralph’s mind? I guess I’ve read too much fantasy and science fiction to be thinking that way.

Can a plural ever claim to be a singular? “we.are.the.pacific.ocean” just did. But what kind of person claims to be an ocean? I mean, the Pacific Ocean is bigly. Is this person from Hawaii, Western Samoa, Guam, Vanatau, Tahiti, Fiji, the Solomon Islands…? I’ve heard of people having an inflated view of themselves, but this takes the cake!

Speaking of cake, I’ve been using Instagram to post pictures of Exemplar Catering’s baked goods. But one of my followers/likers has the name “nocakess”. Not sure what the extra “s” at the end stands for, but the first seven letters are crystal clear. This person doesn’t like cake. Then why does “nocakess” like my photos about cookies and cakes? I won’t sweat it, because we make cookies, too. And lots of other things. Something for everybody.

So, Instagrammers, keep having fun with the crazy-fun names, and if you’re reading about my business for the first time, check out Exemplar Catering on Facebook, Instagram, and at exemplarcatering.com. And while you're at it, keep up the fun and creative names.
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