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What a superbowl party is really like

This is what real life Superbowl party hosting is like. Tay Tay banter included..  First you prep for the big event by spending hundreds of dollars on food that only half will be eaten. You know this going in yet still tell yourself that the more food the better. This is for 20 people Just prior to the Kickoff , words of Taylor Swift already begin. Kids continue to ask if Taylor will be performing.  Some of the adults will be yelling because they lost the “will she show up for the Superbowl or not” bet. Kickoff starts and you realize that someone named blah blah has already won the Bonus 0-0 payout in your Superbowl box pool that you dropped a hundred on. You say hmmmm and already start having conspiracy theories as its someone who is related to the person running the pool.  End of the 1 st draws near . Its only been an hour since the company has arrived and already the food that was beautifully prepared...

Quarantine Day 29: The Day after Tomorrow is the Same as Today

Yesterday was Easter. I took a day off from blogging and teaching. Unfortunately I couldn’t take off parenting. Somehow I got into a cleaning spree and winded up throwing away 3 bags of old toys, old memories and almost my Children but they couldn’t fit in the bag. 

Before cleaning and yelling, the Easter Bunny did come. The plastic eggs hidden around our home were filled with wonderful candy to get the Children even more crazy and annoying forcing Mom and Dad to order more alcohol on Drizly. Oh and in case your wondering why we celebrate eggs and bunnies on Easter, then look no further. I blogged about that last year ;-) 

The highlight of my day was breaking the rules and taking the older Child for a 5.6 mile bike ride around my town. We even social distanced by one of her friends house. I almost had a beer with the Dad.  It was amazing. Not a car on the road. I realized after, that I probably epically failed as a parent as I insisted that my 7yr old ride in the street. Another “habit” I am going to have to break as a Dad when we are allowed out of quarantine in the year 2027. Now she has no respect for the sidewalk... and her Parent Teachers. 

We had a spectacular Easter dinner that was delivered by a dude in a mask and gloves who messed up our order, and after 3 weeks of being completely quarantined and not going into stores, my wife had to go back to the restaurant to get the food they “forgot”.  So instead of candy and Love that the Easter Bunny brought us, we may also now have Coronavirus delivered. Nevertheless, the masked man bought beer, so that was a good thing. 

In other news, I started to realize that I am slowly losing my mind and actually getting really used to this new lifestyle known as quarantining.  Here are my symptoms:


  • Our Elf on the Shelf, George, magically appeared a week or so ago and still hides around our house and haunts our dreams
  • I heard that there is a possibility that NJ may move back to “open” by end of the month. I immediately panicked thinking my beard is not ready yet for the public
  • I have spent more time googling beard maintenance, expectations, types of beards and man things like what to do with a beard, what to wear with a beard and how to act with a beard, more than I have about the symptoms of COV. This curve was flattened last week 
  • I actually googled “how long will it take me to grow a man bun” and I remember being upset when the results said “about 6 months”.  Do we have 6 months??
  • Besides George returning from the North Pole, so did our Xmas lights — well at least in our front window only
  • I was considering getting my Masters in Teaching
  • I have sitting in my Amazon Cart right now: Mastering Pasta. And am legitimately thinking of becoming a part time Pastaio as my pasta making skills are legit, says me only. 
  • The other day I said a bad word in the classroom and excused myself
  • I thought I missed the real world, then I thought of things like traffic, guidos, being called Boss, traffic lights, guidos and realized yeah this quarantine thing ain’t so bad
I think I am putting my Christmas Tree up next. F it. 

Godspeed


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