What’s in the Bag? A New Christmas Tradition

On my mom’s side of the family you stop getting actual gifts from relatives when you turn 18. My opinion was not asked, because I obviously would’ve voiced concerns such as still wanting to open presents; probably would’ve done nothing. So over the years we’ve tried a few different things such as getting a bag full of assorted goodies picked out especially for one person. I think that lasted a year or two.

Then there was a the Dice Game which is also the perfect gateway into a gambling addiction. Or, you can make some of the gifts lottery tickets, and expect a potential WW3; there will be casualties. The game was ended a few years ago.

But it was time to think of a new tradition, because there were those who didn’t just want eat and then watch the little ones open presents. When I say time to think of a new tradition I really mean that I found out about this the night before we were supposed to up north, and my mom did most of the work; some things are just not my area of expertise on that short of notice….or ever.

So it comes time to hand out the bags, and finally find out how it works: each bag has a number, and you pick the number out of a bowl. So it was all fine, until my younger cousin insisted I take the one she made for me; we were not told who to make it for, so I was nervous.

I had number seven, which was the last one so I was getting nervous as they went through the bags, and the only clue my uncle gave me was that whatever was in my bag would keep me busy on the ride home. This scared me, because my uncle likes to joke around.

Then my older cousin and her family had to leave early so we bumped mine to the next one. Yay, me.

I picked up the bag, or in my case a box. I looked inside and first thing I saw pulled out was a toilet seat; I everyone laughed and so did I. Next was air freshener, a full roll of toilet paper, and a chocolate laxative (yes, you read that right).

As everyone was laughing I looked down in the box for the last item, and did not want to pull it out. This is the item that told why my uncle told me I would be busy on the ride home, and I did not want to take this out in front of my parents. Before I pulled it out I yelled to my uncle, “Jay!! My mom is here!!”

They laughed even more.

Finally I smiled (while I cried a little inside) and slowly lifted the item from the box: A Playboy magazine from 1979. I’m pretty sure it got one of the biggest laughs of the day. And of course my uncles had to inspect it.

Everyone had so much fun that they decided to do it again next year. Hopefully I get a different bag.

 

The Power of a Song: Bruno Mars’ “Uptown Funk”

Every concert has music blaring out of the speakers before the band goes on, and normally people don’t pay too much attention. But this was different.

I was at a Little Big Town concert recently reviewing it for a blog I write for, and this really catchy and exciting song started playing. I didn’t really take too much notice until I looked around, and saw people dancing to it. Granted, some had probably been filling their bodies with various kinds of alcohol, but this song them feeling good (I’m guessing the alcohol did, too).

It seemed to go on forever, but no one seemed to care. They were too busy being in the moment. And as soon as the song ended something else unexpected happened: everyone clapped and cheered. It’s almost as if they just saw it performed live.

When I got home, I looked it up and found out the song was “Uptown Funk” by Bruno Mars and Mark Ronson. When I wondered how a song like that could turn a room full of country music fans into dancing maniacs I remembered an old song by Tim McGraw called “Things Change” that had a line that said: “Some say it’s too country/Some say it’s too rock ‘n’ roll/But it’s just good music if you can feel it in your soul.”

Trust me, these people felt it DEEP down in their soul.

I guess it’d time to put another concert on my list. Who knows, I may even dance (alcohol, thank you in advance).

Here’s the video for “Uptown Funk”:

“Intro Post!!!”

I’ve been talking about doing this for years, and have even attempted it. I’ve made several blogs about specific subjects, and thought I could manage them all on a regular basis. I was very wrong.

So after a lot of brainstorming I have come up with this blog with the working title “Living, Working, and Writing.” Since I am horrible at constantly updating Facebook with what I am doing, I figured doing this blog would be a lot easier (also it makes me feel like I’m being productive).

What will this blog be about? Pretty much everything, but it will also give me the opportunity to do things that I’ve always wanted to do, but have never really had the platform to do it (it’s another way of saying there’s isn’t an editor I have to go to for permission). As this thing grows (that is the goal at least) I will add different segments like interviews (potential podcast?), Op-Ed style pieces on various topics, links to articles I’ve written for other sites, a lot of entertainment stuff (kinda my specialty, and any other ideas I can think of. Also, I will work on getting pictures for my posts.

This is also a way for you to look at my journey as a writer (apparently it’s not that east). The world of media is changing, and isn’t too friendly to those who have a strength in writing. Especially since reading isn’t too popular these days.

I don’t know what this will grow into, but I’m excited at the possibilities.

In advance, thanks for your support.

My journey trying to find work in the world of new media. Follow me on Twitter @Baseballhwk.