Here we are again, the end of another year. This one has not been bad overall, even if the start gave us a good scare. The start of the year had my dad in the hospital for a few days, which luckily, he recovered nicely enough. This gave him the big scare enough that he finally gave up smoking. I still see young idiots smoking (last night, one at Academy) and can't help but think "Stupid, it is costing you like $7-$8 a pack to slowly kill your lungs. You are a genius." But anyways, Dad is still around, I wouldn't say kicking, but still being a pain in the butt with my mom. My mom has been much stronger, which is good, someone needs to be in charge over there.
We finally celebrated the big quince for my niece a couple weeks later, still in January. It was a real touching moment to see Dad recuperated and able to go out there and dance a bit with her, we were all glad for the moment to happen. That night is a highpoint for us, all the family dressed up and celebrating together, even my dad's brother who has been having his own medical problems was there helping his son cater the event.
The Spring was more normal, Javalina went out for the track team and it was great to see him throw the shot put, less so the discus, and then less so the running. Let's face it, Mijo is a beautiful athlete, strong as they come, but he is not a runner, and he has been working on it, but you can't expect a lineman at 220 pounds to line up with kids weighing 100 pounds less and he keep up, it isn't fair. It was still fun going out there and watching him compete. Boy also got serious about their business endeavors and they were running both of his 3D printers non-stop for a while. They actually have made enough to invest in a third 3D printer that also does laser etching and cuts metal for future projects they have in mind.
There was the graduation of a cousin in May, which was cool for the family. We had a nice day and the family all got together in San Antonio to celebrate with him. I actually got a bit tipsy, had a great time and all I remember is Wife driving me home.
Javalina started high school which kind of scared me a bit. My worries are that he would be bullied or made to feel less than by some idiot. From what I hear daily though is that he is just fine. He has plenty of friends with the football players and he spends his days rough housing with them and I think that is enough for other kids to not want to get in their way, believe me, the boy hits like a ton of bricks, and he can be annoying when he comes at you, so I no longer worry about him being bullied but that he may be a bit of a bully. He swears to me that he only bullies those that need it.
I have had a couple of scares that led me to the E/R. Both times they have been dumb, but I should still do something about my weight which is worrisome for everyone. All I can say is I am planning on starting another round of Atkins diet when the new year starts, once we get rid of all the holiday sweets.
Wife continues to be the same ball buster she has always been. She comes on hard, specially with Javalina, because he is kind of lazy when we leave him to his own devices. She is taking some classes which I hope will lead to some better opportunities for her down the road.
Boy was offered an engineer job with the company he started interning for a couple years ago. I did wish he would have graduated before, but they are willing to work with him and allow him to finish while paying him a handsome salary on par with ours. He will be just fine, plus we have given him permission to let Sweetie move in, so they aren't so antsy to move out to an apartment. Our goal is to give them a chance to finish school, save money, and make sure they are really compatible before embarking on a life together.
I guess looking back through my blogs, 2019 wasn't that bad a year. I can only hope 2020 is on par or slightly better, I guess we shall see.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Monday, December 30, 2019
12/30/19 TIme Has Slowed Down Somehow?
We are in the 2nd of our 2 weeks off and after surviving through Christmas, a visit to Crystal City, and some explosive diarrhea, things seem pretty relaxed now. I am writing this on Monday evening, I guess it is technically still the 30th for another half hour or so.
We started talking about going fishing sometime this week, but everything just moves at a slow weird time right now. For starters, last night, I got up at 5:00am to go to the bathroom and came out of my room to look around if the boys were asleep, but no, they were both still awake. Javalina was dinking around on his phone and Boy and Sweetie were in his room with the TV quite loud. Knowing this, I can't then expect anybody to want to wake up when I do, at 8:00am to do anything productive or fun. When Javalina finally came down for brunch, at around 1:00pm, I was messing around with a new but old fishing rod I had bought about three years ago that I never took out of the package. It is a baitcaster and by far, the easiest type of rod and reel combos to learn on. I set it up and put a weight on it, then went outside with Javalina and we tossed it towards the fence a couple of times to give him an idea of what to expect.
Wife was cooking leftover Christmas ham with some leftover beans and eggs, so he then also suggested to go out and throw the frisbees in the greenbelt. I suggested we go out into the open area away from all the houses as I remember being able to rip the frisbee a respectable distance. He threw one first and he tossed it like he was afraid to hurt the plastic. I set up and thought of the days back then throwing majestically from the top of a hill and watching the disc float for seconds before coming down. Instead, I gave it my all, lost my balance spinning and before I knew it, I lost my balance and fell backwards, kind of tumbling and rolling down onto my ass and landing on my back. I was actually laughing, embarrassed and moist, the ground was damp but soft. The fall only hurt my ego and that damn disc flew at best 40 yards, I remember being able to throw at least 100 yards, ok, at least 80 yards, this was just embarrassing. We threw a handful of times at the trees imitating what a basket looks like, then we went back inside.
When Javalina asked if I would spot him lifting weights, I said yes, and then I took my turn. I can't just become this fat cartoon who can't do anything, I need to get some muscles working again. After bench pressing and some curls, I went to take a shower, I had wanted to run out to a fishing spot close by, but the day is short. I have been needing to cut my hair, not wanting to start the new year all bushy, and then I thought we can't fish without our fishing licenses. All we managed to do was I cut my hair, and we went and bought our fishing licenses good for the next year, good today through 12/31/2020.
At least all the BS is out of the way. We have fishing rods, hooks, lures, and our licenses. If we choose to go tomorrow for a couple hours, we just need to throw some sodas and water bottles in a cooler and grab our stuff and load it in the car and go. I am hoping this becomes a thing.
We started talking about going fishing sometime this week, but everything just moves at a slow weird time right now. For starters, last night, I got up at 5:00am to go to the bathroom and came out of my room to look around if the boys were asleep, but no, they were both still awake. Javalina was dinking around on his phone and Boy and Sweetie were in his room with the TV quite loud. Knowing this, I can't then expect anybody to want to wake up when I do, at 8:00am to do anything productive or fun. When Javalina finally came down for brunch, at around 1:00pm, I was messing around with a new but old fishing rod I had bought about three years ago that I never took out of the package. It is a baitcaster and by far, the easiest type of rod and reel combos to learn on. I set it up and put a weight on it, then went outside with Javalina and we tossed it towards the fence a couple of times to give him an idea of what to expect.
Wife was cooking leftover Christmas ham with some leftover beans and eggs, so he then also suggested to go out and throw the frisbees in the greenbelt. I suggested we go out into the open area away from all the houses as I remember being able to rip the frisbee a respectable distance. He threw one first and he tossed it like he was afraid to hurt the plastic. I set up and thought of the days back then throwing majestically from the top of a hill and watching the disc float for seconds before coming down. Instead, I gave it my all, lost my balance spinning and before I knew it, I lost my balance and fell backwards, kind of tumbling and rolling down onto my ass and landing on my back. I was actually laughing, embarrassed and moist, the ground was damp but soft. The fall only hurt my ego and that damn disc flew at best 40 yards, I remember being able to throw at least 100 yards, ok, at least 80 yards, this was just embarrassing. We threw a handful of times at the trees imitating what a basket looks like, then we went back inside.
When Javalina asked if I would spot him lifting weights, I said yes, and then I took my turn. I can't just become this fat cartoon who can't do anything, I need to get some muscles working again. After bench pressing and some curls, I went to take a shower, I had wanted to run out to a fishing spot close by, but the day is short. I have been needing to cut my hair, not wanting to start the new year all bushy, and then I thought we can't fish without our fishing licenses. All we managed to do was I cut my hair, and we went and bought our fishing licenses good for the next year, good today through 12/31/2020.
At least all the BS is out of the way. We have fishing rods, hooks, lures, and our licenses. If we choose to go tomorrow for a couple hours, we just need to throw some sodas and water bottles in a cooler and grab our stuff and load it in the car and go. I am hoping this becomes a thing.
12/29/19 The Mandalorian?
Disney finally did something right with the Star Wars franchise. I am not happy with what has happened to the main storyline, if that is what we call it. I know that in this day and age women and men are supposed to be seen as equals, but come on... Grown men are 2-3 times bigger than women, we go and do the shitty jobs that need to get done, constantly. Yes, there is always one exception, in a crew of 20-30 men, there will be a woman in there, that doesn't mean we are all capable of doing the same thing. Yet this Rey kid comes out of nowhere and she is our hero? I guess there are no men to call on, we'll just sit on our fucking testosterone sacks and clap for our heroine to get the job done.
At least in the Mandalorian, they have gone with a man as the lead, I'm surprised it isn't a chick, but then the chick would be taking care of a baby and that is too close to what society doesn't want to see, I guess. The Mandalorian is a bounty hunter and the timeline sits between five years after Return of the Jedi and 25 years before The Force Awakens. Mando, as he is called, is just trying to make a living as a bounty hunter in the likeness of Boba Fett. He seems to work alone, but has contacts everywhere, meaning he has in the past been one to help and be a team player. He is a dedicated hunter, all his efforts go to making him a better warrior. He spends most of his earnings pursuing better and better armament. His goal, I believe, is to have his whole armor made of Beskar steel, which comes in handy again and again as he gets shot on occasion.
His life takes a turn as he signs up for a mission to bring back a baby for a huge reward. His humanity gets the better of him when he is about to leave but sees the baby being put through tests and being experimented on. He saves the baby and from then on, they form a bond. The baby feels safe around Mando, and he is doing everything in his power to keep the baby safe. He tries living it on a remote world where the people are kind of primitive, but even there, another bounty hunter has already tried (and failed) to murder baby Yoda. It is not exactly Yoda, it can't be, the original Yoda passed away at 800+ years old.
The little tyke has already shown that he understands and can use the force. The best moments on the show have been when Mando is in grave danger and the baby starts waving his hands and stuff starts to happen, magically. The season is a short 8 episodes, but at least we get a 2nd season, per Wikipedia sometime in the coming year.
At least in the Mandalorian, they have gone with a man as the lead, I'm surprised it isn't a chick, but then the chick would be taking care of a baby and that is too close to what society doesn't want to see, I guess. The Mandalorian is a bounty hunter and the timeline sits between five years after Return of the Jedi and 25 years before The Force Awakens. Mando, as he is called, is just trying to make a living as a bounty hunter in the likeness of Boba Fett. He seems to work alone, but has contacts everywhere, meaning he has in the past been one to help and be a team player. He is a dedicated hunter, all his efforts go to making him a better warrior. He spends most of his earnings pursuing better and better armament. His goal, I believe, is to have his whole armor made of Beskar steel, which comes in handy again and again as he gets shot on occasion.
His life takes a turn as he signs up for a mission to bring back a baby for a huge reward. His humanity gets the better of him when he is about to leave but sees the baby being put through tests and being experimented on. He saves the baby and from then on, they form a bond. The baby feels safe around Mando, and he is doing everything in his power to keep the baby safe. He tries living it on a remote world where the people are kind of primitive, but even there, another bounty hunter has already tried (and failed) to murder baby Yoda. It is not exactly Yoda, it can't be, the original Yoda passed away at 800+ years old.
The little tyke has already shown that he understands and can use the force. The best moments on the show have been when Mando is in grave danger and the baby starts waving his hands and stuff starts to happen, magically. The season is a short 8 episodes, but at least we get a 2nd season, per Wikipedia sometime in the coming year.
Saturday, December 28, 2019
12/28/19 How Did I Get Sick?
I don't get it, I didn't do anything different than the boys or Wife and yet, here I am, feeling crappy and my stomach feels like I got punched in my sleep. We went to Crystal City to visit my folks, my younger brother was complaining of some bug or something, but he stayed in his room the ~12 hours we were there. I also think I could have pushed my stomach too far. My mom made homemade beans for breakfast and I ate four tacos, normally, I try to hold up at 3, but they were good and the tortillas were a little on the small side. If we ate around noon, we didn't leave until 3:00pm or so. The beans never seemed to get going in my stomach like I was going to have a lot of gas built up. I thought it would be col to get a queer on the way out, which is ice cream and icy soda from the dairy. I thought it was a bad idea to put milk in there for a three hour trip, but it is one of those things we always eat when we go down there.
I stayed awake until a little past La Pryor and then I was out. I woke up with a tight belly, but I am always scared to just fart, in case there is poop in the mix. Luckily, Wife is always talking about some add at one of the Ford dealerships on the highway which says $199 down and $199 a month can get you a car. I knew there was a catch, and the catch is that they are talking about shitty cars I wouldn't want to drive. We looked at most of their cars, but dam! How do they expect to sell when they leave the MSRP and nobody pays that price. A truck should not cost $75,000 and neither should an Expedition cost $72,000. This just turned me off, even their Explorers were in the $60,000+ pricing, so there was nothing for us to look at. I saw Wife head to the potty and I said "well, I might as well..." I hate blowing up a strange toilet, but I needed to get rid of all this internal pressure that had built up. I felt so much better after unleashing the dogs there, I just found a side door and made a hasty get away.
Getting home though, the pain was right back. I ran to my potty, did my business and showered and thought a nap would help, but upon waking up, I actually felt cold. I wrapped myself in a blanket and Wife gave me a chicken noodle soup. I went right back to bed, but even now, it is 11:30am the next morning and I still feel like crap. My lower back got tired of being in bed, so I got up, but I still feel my stomach brewing, I know I am going to have to go to the potty in a bit and release some pressure.
I stayed awake until a little past La Pryor and then I was out. I woke up with a tight belly, but I am always scared to just fart, in case there is poop in the mix. Luckily, Wife is always talking about some add at one of the Ford dealerships on the highway which says $199 down and $199 a month can get you a car. I knew there was a catch, and the catch is that they are talking about shitty cars I wouldn't want to drive. We looked at most of their cars, but dam! How do they expect to sell when they leave the MSRP and nobody pays that price. A truck should not cost $75,000 and neither should an Expedition cost $72,000. This just turned me off, even their Explorers were in the $60,000+ pricing, so there was nothing for us to look at. I saw Wife head to the potty and I said "well, I might as well..." I hate blowing up a strange toilet, but I needed to get rid of all this internal pressure that had built up. I felt so much better after unleashing the dogs there, I just found a side door and made a hasty get away.
Getting home though, the pain was right back. I ran to my potty, did my business and showered and thought a nap would help, but upon waking up, I actually felt cold. I wrapped myself in a blanket and Wife gave me a chicken noodle soup. I went right back to bed, but even now, it is 11:30am the next morning and I still feel like crap. My lower back got tired of being in bed, so I got up, but I still feel my stomach brewing, I know I am going to have to go to the potty in a bit and release some pressure.
Friday, December 27, 2019
12/27/19 On The Road, Again?
Everything was going super duper this holiday break, my folks even said they were going to visit for like 5 days, from the 26th through the 30th. I thought this was the bees knees because it would save me from going down to Crystal City, which I know I don't visit enough, but all I worry about is seeing my folks and if they come to Austin, well, I am good. But then my dad goes and throws his back out. There was something about the lines in the washer getting messed up and the old man and his muscles went and tried to move the washer to fix whatever problem. Well, it might have been a simple pulled/strained muscle but he was also told a couple months ago that his kidneys are working at 34% because of some of the medications he has been taking. Because the pain is in the same general area for either problem, they decided to forego the trip to Austin and take him to the doctor.
I want to be selfish and get mad about this, but I have to act like Mr. Understanding, which is great when I call while we are on the road and I ask my mom what did the doctor say? All I got from my mom was crickets and then the run around answer that your father has not been home all day, guess where he went to? The only place the old man goes voluntarily for his own amusement is the little illegal casinos. All I can say at this point is "that's nice."
At this point, I have to mention my mom's bit of lunacy when she talks to me. Everything was going well on Dec 24th, we were doing some last minute shopping, no big deal, I had called to see how my dad was. My mom put dad on the phone and he was playing sad little victim, with the I am in pain, but I want to wait until after Christmas Day, I don't want to be a burden and ruin anyone's fun. I barely started doing the math that if he was going to the doctor on the 26th, they were probably not coming up to Austin, the next second my dad hands the phone over to my mom and I get the "chinetas" or one of those mexican words followed by "I really wish you cared enough to come and visit, we can't always go and see you. I was attacked like I didn't care and I never come visit, when as far as 10 seconds before, I still thought they were going to come visit willingly. I told my mom to chill I am barely processing that dad can't come, we will go down tomorrow, that is fine, we don't have anything going on.
Boy did say he has plans for Friday night and Sweetie couldn't come, so I figured he would only be good for about a day or overnight. It was good though, we got here about 5:30-6:00 pm and sat and talked and exchanged gifts and ate all night calmly and pretty good. My sister is in McAllen visiting the hubby and my other brother is visiting an old friend, so it was nice and quiet with just us in the house and one of my aunts.
I want to be selfish and get mad about this, but I have to act like Mr. Understanding, which is great when I call while we are on the road and I ask my mom what did the doctor say? All I got from my mom was crickets and then the run around answer that your father has not been home all day, guess where he went to? The only place the old man goes voluntarily for his own amusement is the little illegal casinos. All I can say at this point is "that's nice."
At this point, I have to mention my mom's bit of lunacy when she talks to me. Everything was going well on Dec 24th, we were doing some last minute shopping, no big deal, I had called to see how my dad was. My mom put dad on the phone and he was playing sad little victim, with the I am in pain, but I want to wait until after Christmas Day, I don't want to be a burden and ruin anyone's fun. I barely started doing the math that if he was going to the doctor on the 26th, they were probably not coming up to Austin, the next second my dad hands the phone over to my mom and I get the "chinetas" or one of those mexican words followed by "I really wish you cared enough to come and visit, we can't always go and see you. I was attacked like I didn't care and I never come visit, when as far as 10 seconds before, I still thought they were going to come visit willingly. I told my mom to chill I am barely processing that dad can't come, we will go down tomorrow, that is fine, we don't have anything going on.
Boy did say he has plans for Friday night and Sweetie couldn't come, so I figured he would only be good for about a day or overnight. It was good though, we got here about 5:30-6:00 pm and sat and talked and exchanged gifts and ate all night calmly and pretty good. My sister is in McAllen visiting the hubby and my other brother is visiting an old friend, so it was nice and quiet with just us in the house and one of my aunts.
Thursday, December 26, 2019
12/26/19 Christmas Eve Was Kind Of A Bummer?
I can't say this Christmas Eve was great, maybe restful and peaceful, at best. Javalina spent the day sleeping and throwing up after overexerting himself when he went out for a run the day before. It made no sense, he went out running, didn't eat anything, but then he felt nauseas and he threw up. We had left him while we went for a couple last minute gifts, then came to get him to go eat and he did not look well. The day before he drank some questionable milk and I got kind of mad at him if he had done it again, asking him how "dumb are you? It is one thing to risk it with milk 1 day past expiration but 2 or 3 and you are asking for it." He swears he didn't but something took him out hard.
Boy had made plans to spend Christmas Eve at the girlfriend's house with her family, so they left about sundown and didn't come back until about 1:30am. They teased me that they would be running around in two and four seater ATVs, but the uncle did not take them, so that did not happen. They were still at a party as we saw on Snapchat, there were over 20-30 people over there.
We did some last minute shopping, managed to go to Cabela's for some fishing gear, Javalina and I have been talking about getting into it but starting out slowly on a pier or from the edge of a river or lake. I bought a pack of hooks and some plastic worms and weights and silver spoons which mimic minnows fluttering by.
I did not mind being home by ourselves. We cooked a ham and even though I fell asleep around 6:30pm, we had eaten some Chick-Fil-A's before coming home, so I was fed and nap ready. I finally woke up around 10:00pm, and Wife and I finally ate some of that ham on sandwiches, which is the best way to eat it. The slices were super thick and the ham was delicious. I felt so fat, but I told Wife I was going to go stretch out on the bed in the guest room and went right back to sleep. We were kind of watching the John Wick marathon, so I kept waking up to bad guys getting killed all evening.
Boy finally made it home after 1:00am and Wife said she was tired, we should prep for Santa so tat we can go upstairs and to bed. It took me awhile to wake up fully to engage, but eventually we got the Santa delivery all set up in the living room. At that point, we had nothing to do but go to bed. Of course, Javalina started coming down after Wife went upstairs saying he was feeling much better and looking for something to eat. I suggested a little ham, but wash your hands before you start touching everything. I got up early, as usual, but the rest of the family didn't get up until after 9:00am to open up the Santa gifts.
Boy had made plans to spend Christmas Eve at the girlfriend's house with her family, so they left about sundown and didn't come back until about 1:30am. They teased me that they would be running around in two and four seater ATVs, but the uncle did not take them, so that did not happen. They were still at a party as we saw on Snapchat, there were over 20-30 people over there.
We did some last minute shopping, managed to go to Cabela's for some fishing gear, Javalina and I have been talking about getting into it but starting out slowly on a pier or from the edge of a river or lake. I bought a pack of hooks and some plastic worms and weights and silver spoons which mimic minnows fluttering by.
I did not mind being home by ourselves. We cooked a ham and even though I fell asleep around 6:30pm, we had eaten some Chick-Fil-A's before coming home, so I was fed and nap ready. I finally woke up around 10:00pm, and Wife and I finally ate some of that ham on sandwiches, which is the best way to eat it. The slices were super thick and the ham was delicious. I felt so fat, but I told Wife I was going to go stretch out on the bed in the guest room and went right back to sleep. We were kind of watching the John Wick marathon, so I kept waking up to bad guys getting killed all evening.
Boy finally made it home after 1:00am and Wife said she was tired, we should prep for Santa so tat we can go upstairs and to bed. It took me awhile to wake up fully to engage, but eventually we got the Santa delivery all set up in the living room. At that point, we had nothing to do but go to bed. Of course, Javalina started coming down after Wife went upstairs saying he was feeling much better and looking for something to eat. I suggested a little ham, but wash your hands before you start touching everything. I got up early, as usual, but the rest of the family didn't get up until after 9:00am to open up the Santa gifts.
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
12/25/19 Shopping For Everyone Else?
I had the thought, funny to me, it must be a real swift kick to the balls of ole Jesus to see us stupid humans celebrating his existence and sacrifice by coming together on his supposed birthday and going apeshit buying all this unnecessary crap just to say "I love you." Does anyone really think Jesus would say bless you my child for buying your kid video games where you do nothing but kill, kill, kill? I am sure he would just give you a pat on the back after hearing you spent $50-90k on a Lexus SUV in their annual December to Remember because there is no more important person to give to in this season of caring than yourself or your spouse who has been suffering driving their old Lexus for 2-3 years.
Of course we did as all the other Americans do and spent until it hurt. I don't see the point of giving shitty gifts once a year, but the consequence of opting out of this carousel ride is more painful than just participating and then moving on. I love my nephews and niece, but their parents do very well, us giving them a dinky toy or video game does very little, I am more than sure that by the end of the day they won't even know where the game is. My niece already has a bank account that daddy feeds, even giving her $100 gift card for makeup is just an "oh, thanks."
We were at the mall and I was trying to find matching sweaters and pants of those Nike or Under Armour outfits for the boys. The cheaper ones were $45 for the jacket and $45 for the pants. I found a set for two of my nephews then Wife came around and gave me a flat no! I realized $90 is a little steep, but then what? We ended up getting them video games at $30-$40 a piece. It could add up if we had done $90 per almost 10 nephews on both sides. It makes sense to spend more on the bigger ones, my niece got a gift over $100 but with makeup it still seems like not much. Wife's older nephew we simply contributed $100 for his welder that he is trying to buy at like $700-$800. The younger nephews all got gifts in the $30-$40 range.
Boy easily got to $1000 between his Amazon list and some shoes I had been wanting to buy him, a couple of shirts so he looks nice starting his new job title when he goes back and Javalina is getting there. He always seems to have a harder time asking for stuff, I told him to go crazy at Best Buy and he brought me back a basket with like 10 games and a couple other things. We owe him the newest console when it comes out here in a while to get him up to Boy's spending limit.
Wife and I agreed on no gift exchanges for us, we are trying to dig ourselves out of debt. I will just be happy to be home and have Wife cooking and providing some cool meals. We stopped and bought a ham for Christmas Eve and a brisket for cooking on Christmas Day, so I am set, unless perchance there is a pair of jetskis in the garage... come on Santa!!!
Of course we did as all the other Americans do and spent until it hurt. I don't see the point of giving shitty gifts once a year, but the consequence of opting out of this carousel ride is more painful than just participating and then moving on. I love my nephews and niece, but their parents do very well, us giving them a dinky toy or video game does very little, I am more than sure that by the end of the day they won't even know where the game is. My niece already has a bank account that daddy feeds, even giving her $100 gift card for makeup is just an "oh, thanks."
We were at the mall and I was trying to find matching sweaters and pants of those Nike or Under Armour outfits for the boys. The cheaper ones were $45 for the jacket and $45 for the pants. I found a set for two of my nephews then Wife came around and gave me a flat no! I realized $90 is a little steep, but then what? We ended up getting them video games at $30-$40 a piece. It could add up if we had done $90 per almost 10 nephews on both sides. It makes sense to spend more on the bigger ones, my niece got a gift over $100 but with makeup it still seems like not much. Wife's older nephew we simply contributed $100 for his welder that he is trying to buy at like $700-$800. The younger nephews all got gifts in the $30-$40 range.
Boy easily got to $1000 between his Amazon list and some shoes I had been wanting to buy him, a couple of shirts so he looks nice starting his new job title when he goes back and Javalina is getting there. He always seems to have a harder time asking for stuff, I told him to go crazy at Best Buy and he brought me back a basket with like 10 games and a couple other things. We owe him the newest console when it comes out here in a while to get him up to Boy's spending limit.
Wife and I agreed on no gift exchanges for us, we are trying to dig ourselves out of debt. I will just be happy to be home and have Wife cooking and providing some cool meals. We stopped and bought a ham for Christmas Eve and a brisket for cooking on Christmas Day, so I am set, unless perchance there is a pair of jetskis in the garage... come on Santa!!!
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