Black Friday, Clare, and Launch of the Holiday Season

Happy Black Friday, gang.

The Moron Brothers. We left these two assholes back in Midland this year.

Last year the extended Hough family decided to reclaim Thanksgiving, a holiday which has long cursed our family (going back to the '90s, and the main reason why no one in our clan has ever really cared for the holiday in the first place.) Due to the success and ease of last year's Extended Hough Family Thanksgiving, we decided to do it again this year (and probably in the coming years as well.) In true Hough fashion, like we do at Christmas, we'd be celebrating this particular holiday the day after - Black Friday. Dad and Cindy invited all the siblings and their families up to Clare in the afternoon, with dinner around 4pm, which gave our immediate circle of Houghs time to sleep in a bit after our trip downstate the day before.

Setting up the basement Christmas Tree in the morning before we left. . . 

By noon, everyone was ready to head out. First, though, we had to run up to the Mall district of town in order to knock out a few, quick errands. . . . which was probably the stupidest thing we could have done seeing how it's seriously the busiest shopping day of the year and everything. It was definitely busier than usual up there, and some of the lines were wrapped through the store, but it wasn't as bad as you'd expect, oh, ten years ago (you can thank the rise in consumers shopping online for that.) Once Kris had returned some no-longer-needed Christmas gifts to Kohl's and Target, and Yours Truly picked up a veggie tray at Meijer for Cindy, we got on US-10 and headed towards Clare for the festivities.

So here you go, folks - our second Hough Family Thanksgiving, Curse-free this year (thank God). . .

Cindy set out a charcuterie board for folks in the early afternoon. It did not last long.

Jeff, Carissa, and the kids rolled into Dad's about five minutes before we did. The pinball machines in the basement were up and running, after Dad had some pinball wizard bring them back up to speed.

I had sat down and put in Star Wars: Battlefront for the PS2, and was able to play through one or two sessions before nephews swarmed me and asked to play. So I spent like twenty minutes giving Levi and Owen (and later Louis and Sam) a crash course in how the game worked. Not surprisingly, they were all absolutely terrible.

Basement amenities.

Nicole whipped up some gin concoction for folks to try, which was awesome. but had to label it so her drunk of a husband didn't get himself into trouble (I assume.)

(Jax was slightly better at this game than his cousins.)

The true heart of the basement.

Jill busted out a bunch of tiki umbrellas that have been part of the bar setup since the mid-90's, so, you know, we kinda had to put those in everything. I decided I'd use a Jim Beam glass for sampling Nicole's gin drink, seeing how I went there over the summer. . . 

Happy campers.

Miraculously, no small children were injured throughout the course of the day. We'll count that as a win.

Abby and Alayna each drank their weight in pop today. . . for the second day in the row. Their dentist is gonna love them.

Not sure where it appeared from exactly, but at some point Jill found one of her old Cabbage Patch dolls.

I guess there's a story when, back in the 80s when they were kids, they were riding in a car and Bryan Rowley had to pee really bad. Unable to get to a bathroom in time, he peed into a cup, which quickly overflowed and drenched this here Cabbage Patch doll. Why folks held on to this for decades after it was soaked in sibling piss is beyond me. 

Dinner time. Finally.

The girls have really weird apps on their phone. This one apparently changed Kris into a frat guy.

Snapchat selfies.

I'm so hot. . .

That's terrifying.

Later on in the evening, while Jeff and I struggled to get Skype and/or Zoom up and running on Dad's archaic laptop so we could virtual hangout with Bryan and Chelsey, the parents attempted to get a grandchild pic (this was the first time in years, if not ever, that we had all of them in one place at the same time.)

Oldest to Youngest (or youngest to oldest, depending on which way you're traversing the stairs.)

Ultimately, we never were able to get Dad's stupid laptop to work, so we just resigned ourselves to a mere Facetime call with Bryan and Chelsey.

(Jill put her brother in the bushes.)

Pool in the basement (feat. Uncle Bryan via iPhone)

Still hanging out via Facetime - he made his rounds around the house tonight.

Bradley and Nana

We left around 7:30pm, and upon getting back home we decided to kick off our annual Tree Decorating tradition. This, of course, required Holiday beverages, so we broke out our first Egg Nogs of the Season (courtesy of Costco, it's my new favorite 'nog.)

Like we do every year, Kris and I threw in Some Like It Hot for our annual viewing, something we've done practically every year since we've been married. Probably the most random tradition we have.

Abby's special.

Name a better comedic duo.  I'll wait.

Alayna didn't last long - she got bored after, like, ten minutes and then went to bed (at like 9pm, for f***'s sake.)

Jack Lemmon isn't putting up with anyone's shit.

With both girls asleep, and Kris basically not helping much at all, I finished up the tree by putting up the star. . . but then couldn't plug the damn thing in because the extension cord we usually use for it ran off. So that was cool.

The finished product (the top of the tree cropped off on purpose since it wasn't frickin' lit.)

The End.

- Brian

Auld Lang Syne

Hi gang.

Seriously.

2016 is over.  Finally.

I think I can speak for all of humanity when I say that the close of the year was waaaaay overdue.  Between the year's mass-holocaust of musicians, celebrities, notable figures, democratic ideals, and all hope for mankind's sustainable future, I, for one am more than happy to usher in 2017.

It can't get any worse than 2016 was, right?

. . .

Here's some pictures.

A surprisingly clean cage (it doesn't last long.)

Fuzzy and Susie

I bought the girls a couple of Advent Calendars this year, which they were super excited about (they were Playmobil ones, so that definitely helped.)  Last year we tried doing the whole Advent thing, but no one was really on top of it and we missed a lot of days.  This year, seeing how every day they get to open a small toy, we're hoping they'll help us remember to do 'em.

Alayna's set was a family on Christmas Eve, so it included a light-up Christmas tree (which, of course, ended up NOT working at all), lots of presents, and various house decor.

Abby's set was a fashion boutique - two figures, and a crap-load of dresses and outfits.  Fortunately, both girls were happy with their respective sets (if you have little kids yourself, you know that's often a problem when getting siblings different things.)

Alayna demonstrates how our children usually sit on furniture.  Just like normal, civilized children do.

A Merry Irishman.  'Tis the Season.

Not the first time this has happened to me.  Generally happens about once a month or so:  getting caught at the train tracks in front of Dow Chemical on my way to work in Saginaw.  This particular morning I had to wait, like, 10 or 15 minutes for a five-mile-long train full of what I can only assume was deadly chemicals to slowly creep by. . . at about 2 mph.

My class recreated the Constitutional Convention this year, which had each one of my students assuming the roles of  historical delegates from varying states that were actually at the convention where they created the Constitution.  Each delegate had pre-designed agendas, each state delegation had their own agendas, and they had to argue their stances against other states and other delegates over the course of two days.  It was awesome.

We got green tablecloth, quill pens, and LED candles, too - somewhat not historically accurate, but close - which helped set the mood.  It was cool working with teenagers as they were forced to compromise with one another on issues like state representation, slavery, etc.  A definite pain in the ass to plan out in advance, but worth it in the end.

Wrapping presents one school night, after dinner.

Abby's teacher sent us this pic one day:  I guess it was for Show and Tell at school (or something along those lines), and so Abby wanted to bring in this glass angel.  Which obviously broke.

(Not sure if this picture was in any of the previous Holidays posts - here's the 2017 Christmas Tree.)

Ugly Christmas Sweater Day at work.  Go Lions.

The Team.  Ugly Sweater'd up.

First major snowfall of the season.  Abby decided to help me shovel some of the walkway.

It was coming down pretty hard, and like an idiot I shoveled way too early:  within a few hours, you couldn't tell Abby and I had shoveled anything at all.

. . . this led to the first Snow Day of the School Year.  Hallelujah. 

Over the last year or so, whenever Alayna receives her allowance, she divides her money into three categories:  Spend (that she can take to the store to buy toys), Save (to deposit into her personal savings account), and Give (to the charity of her choice.)  Her charity is the World Wildlife Fund, and she opted to save up $50 to 'adopt' the Amur Leopard (an Asian species with less than a hundred left in existence.)  For that $50 donation, she got an information card, tote, a plush version of the animal, and her adoption papers.  She was super proud of herself when that package came in the mail.

One Saturday I put in all the sleeves of our kitchen table, which turned it into a twelve-person behemoth upon which the kids could play with their Playmobil, Shopkins, and other toys (our basement gets pretty cold during the winter months, so they rarely go down there to play with their toys.) For dinner one night we opted to throw down a tablecloth (not a usual thing in this family), put up some candlesticks, and have ourselves a 'fancy' dinner, for the girls' sake.

Note extended pinkie finger.  A clear indication of formal dining.   The ketchup?  Not so much.

We moved the desk that I had previously been using in the office into the girls' bedroom so that they could use it for homework, as it was originally intended.  Since we're hoping to move into a new house in the Spring, I'll be getting a new desk anyway.

Wouldn't be the Holiday Season without tackling this stop-animation classic.

After a few months of owning Guinea Pigs, Kris and I were absolutely miserable.  We were cleaning the pigs' cage about three times a week, and washing soiled fleece lining on an almost continuous basis.  Since guinea pigs are social animals, and we had bought a second one - Fuzzy - to keep Susie company, we were dealing with twice the amount of shit and twice the amount of cage cleaning.  To make matters worse, the girls showed little interest in them anymore, and rarely asked to pick them up (something they were supposed to be doing for an hour or so on a daily basis.)  After mulling the problem over for a couple weeks, Kris and I decided to donate the two pigs, the cage, and all the remaining food and accessories we had for them to Soldan's Pet Store.

We donated them on the condition that they only be sold together, which the store was cool enough to agree to.  The girls were bummed out initially, but got over it eerily fast:  a solid indication that they had lost most of their interest in owning Guinea Pigs.  Safe travels, Susie and Fuzzy. . . you join the ranks of Banished Pets that have come before you (dozens of fish, Fezzig, etc.)

Some Christmas Lights display Kris wanted to check out, near Freeland off of Saginaw Road.  The lights were programmed to music that played at intervals on a local radio station, which was cool and all, but the place was super-packed, we got their late, and the girls were beyond tired.   Needless to say, we didn't stay long.

The Three Borthers and our families drove up to Clare one weekend in order to celebrate Dad's birthday - something we try to do every year.  Kris had to take Alayna to a birthday party that afternoon, so Abby and I would be heading back to Midland in the evening with Chris.

Nana, Abby, James Caan.

This was hanging on my folks' bulletin board in their utility room.  'Cause everybody needs to have a clown's contact information handy.  Just in case.

Houghs, Whites, James Caan.

Digging in to the Greatest Pizza on Earth.

Helping Papa blow out birthday candles (these are anything but shy about cake.)

Some grandkids (not pictured:  Alayna and Blake.)

Nana shows Abby and Scarlett some of the Snow Village. . .

Find the dog.

This winter has been so cold that the cans of Vernor's I was storing in a mini-fridge in the garage began exploding, which was concerning because they were in a temperature-controlled refrigerator and not just sitting out in the cold.  I was just glad the glass bottles of beer weren't exploding. . .

Naps.

Outside Midland Cinemas after watching Star Wars: Rogue One.  Abby fell asleep during the first half of the movie (which is, arguably, pretty slow), but woke up in time to catch the last act. . .  including the last three minutes of the movie, which are probably three of the greatest minutes in the entire Star Wars saga.

Showing off her gingerbread ornament at Chestnut Hill. . .

. . . and slingin' cookies in the gym with the rest of her squad.

The last day before Christmas break, one of my students gave me this framed drawing of Grand Moff Tarkin (from Rogue One) as a Christmas present. . . which is pretty badass.

More letters and notes to Santa, courtesy of the Hough girls. . .

The last week before Christmas Break, Kris went in to volunteer at both of the girls' Christmas Parties. . .

(I think it's supposed to be a reindeer.)

Not sure what's happening here.

Again, a fine example of why it'd be a hell of a lot easier if Kris helped out with this blog once and awhile.  I'm assuming she had to open a present while wearing over mitts, but since I wasn't there I guess we'll never know.

Another lazy afternoon at the beginning of Christmas break (FYI - I love getting paid time off.)

Abigail Hough: Queen of Photobombs.

Forgot to add this one earlier, as it was off of Kris' phone:  this is the girls pouring out some 'Nog for the Fat Man on Christmas Eve. . . 

Watson, festive.

Hough jam session in the basement., morning after Christmas.

Trying out a 'make your own lip balm' kit (FYI - it was just as messy as you'd think.)

Star Wars Trivial Pursuit (Abby and I are the only ones in the house who are any good at this.) 

Kris and her girl scout troop had a field trip to the bank one afternoon. . . which, I'm sure, was loads of fun for all the bank employees working that day.  The Cannonball tagged along simply because she had personal banking to see to (she was making another deposit into her personal savings account, which she's doing pretty good with.)

She filled up a punch card at the bank (they punch a kid's card when they make a deposit over $15), so she was able to pick out a prize.  She had been eying this gumball machine for a quite awhile, and was pretty stoked she finally got to claim it today.

Towards the end of the month, I decided to drive down to Kalamazoo - my old college stomping ground - in order to hang out with these two sorry sons of bitches. . .

There was some college football game on, which Damon and Zack were both adamant about watching.  Since I have no interest in sports, I just drank beer without any clue as to what was going on in the slightest, as the two of them periodically screamed at the TV.  Pretty much exactly how we did things back in college. . .

For New Year's Eve, we hosted Smitty and Rita at our place.  None of us really wanted to do anything crazy this year, so we just sat around and had a few drinks. . . and pizzas.

Zack - who I had hung out with the previous night - requested I send him photographic proof of this (I guess Smitty had been in Kalamazoo recently and hadn't contacted Zack to hang out, and Zack wanted vengeance.)  Rest assured, Yours Truly is a man of his word.

Well, she almost made it to midnight. . .

Shortly before midnight, with a few minutes to spare.  Not surprisingly, Alayna managed to stay up the entire time, and probably could have stayed up for another few hours if we had allowed her to.  All of us lame-ass adults?  No way in Hell. . .

- Brian