Holidaze Volume 1

Fake XMAS at my sister's in the god awful state of Jersey is officially a part of history now. I'm still aching from my flu(?) that came upon me on Friday and I spent much of the weekend in a Robitusin stupor, but it all turned out okay. I was happy to see my Dad and as per usual he went a shade overboard on his gift giving. My sister's kids are spoiled rotten to begin with, but Grandpa Joe just adds more fuel to the fire when he shows up with a car load full of toys that make the most unbearable noises. Is a talking bank necessary?

I was happy with my gifts for Dad this year, mainly because I decided against anything golf related. Over the last 10 years I have given a golf related gift to my Dad for every birthday, XMAS and Father's Day. It was time to let my sister be the bearer of golf balls and golf themed goodies. Instead, I turned to DVDs, something he will appreciate when he retires shortly. You can't golf every day. So I got him Curb Your Enthusiasm Season 1, About Schmidt and the complete The Office Series which I think he was happy about. Curb's a no-brainer, who doesn't like Curb? I was a little worried about the Office since he hasn't seen it, but I know he will like it. About Schmidt I know he likes. And as a bonus he saw Sideways last week and was raving about it, so the idea of a different Alexander Payne movie fit in nicely.

Despite having a prearranged agreement that I would get nothing for XMAS due to a loan I took from him for a tax situation I got myself into earlier this year, my Dad opted to get me a couple gifts. That bastard. I wound up with King of Queens Season 1 on DVD (this show is a constant talking point between the two of us as we both see a little of Doug in ourselves), $50 in cold hard cash, $100 Best Buy Gift Card and $50 to Regal Cinemas. Not bad at all. I'll tell you what, that guy is alright.

I was sad to see my dear old Dad's hopes of winning my fantasy football league wash away today. And not just because I know he would have tipped me nicely as comissioner. The man was so into it. I was happy that I was out of the playoffs so I could just sit back and watch the games. The poor guy did nothing but pace for an hour today checking his scores to see how bad he was getting beat by. There's always next year.