Monday, May 2, 2011

Family Fun

Sunset off Gwynn's Island

This weekend we had one of our infamous Saturday night family dinners that included boatloads of seafood my parents, my children,  Chesapeake Bay Daughter's BFF who was spending the night, Chesapeake Bay Baby Sister, and her friend of many years, Dino.

We ate, we laughed, we went back for thirds and fourths seconds, and then we did what most normal people do after a large meal.

We donned crab hats and challenged each other to a game of very serious, very intense driveway basketball.

The cast of characters  teams (and the hats they wore) were as follows:

The Youngsters:  Chesapeake Bay Son (wearing a mad hatter top hat),  CB Daughter (sombrero) and Daughter's BFF (winter stocking cap)

The Oldies:  Chesapeake Bay Woman (crab hat!), CB Baby Sister (crab hat!!) and Dino (safari hat)

The Spectators laughing and pointing at the spectacle before them who wisely opted to watch but who did participate in the free throw contest:  Chesapeake Bay Parents.

(They weren't wearing hats at the time but later on CB Mumma whipped out her cowboy hat, recently acquired from Tractor Supply, and I do believe CB Daddy had on a Krispy Kreme paper hat at one point in the evening-- I know one was floating around.)

As I said, this is how everyone spends their Saturday night.  Right?  Aaaalll righty then.

There were a series of challenges:

Round One  - First team to score ten points.  Winner?  The Oldies

Round Two - First team to score a basket.  Winner?  The Oldies
(And may I add that it took Forever and a Day for that one basket to be scored.  It was brutal. See below regarding the rules, which essentially meant no break in play for any reason, up to and including bloodied knees and punctured hands.)

Round Three - Free Throw Contest.  Won by the Youngsters, specifically CB Daughter's BFF who was on fire at the foul line.

Round Four - First team to score six points.  Winner?  OLDIES!

The rules were nonexistent loosey goosey, at best:

-There was no such thing as out of bounds.  The ball was always in play until a basket was scored.
-No fouls were called.
-Yelling was always coming from me because I couldn't stop talking trash encouraged, and I apologize here and now to all the neighbors on Queens Creek who heard a crazed woman in a crab hat screaming sometimes to her teammates and other times to her own beloved children opponents, "STRIP IT!  STRIP THAT MESS!  BLOCK IT!  BLOCK THAT MESS! OH NO YOU DON'T! YOU'RE NOT GONNA MAKE THAT BASKET, NOT AS LONG AS I'M OUT HERE, YOU'RE NOT! DON'T EVEN TRYYYYY!"

Then my head spun around a few times, crab hat claws were flying, and plenty laughter was heard coming from the vicinity of the spectators.

(Children?  When your mother dons a crab hat and is playing any sport competitively, the opponent is meant to be taunted, even if they are her own beloved children.  Please try to forget all of her smack talk when filling out your Mother's Day cards next weekend.  I promise to resume my usual role of showering you with positive praise and encouragement rather than I'M GONNA STEAL THAT BALL FROM YOU AND THERE'S NOOOOTHIIIIING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT! Love you both! Oh, and Chesapeake Bay Son, I can't believe you won all those jump ball scenarios.  I demand a rematch soon.  Veeeeery soon.) 

The following is a list of minor injuries incurred during the above altercation competition, which, I failed to mention, was played on a combination of old pavement and loose gravel, with a mound of last year's mulch covered in pine needles serving as an additional tripping hazard very near the playing area:

1.  Puncture/abrasion wounds to the hands - Chesapeake Bay Son
2.  Aggravated back injury - Chesapeake Bay Baby Sis
3.  One very bloody knee - Chesapeake Bay Woman
4.  Two incredibly sore shoulders - Dino
5.  Multiple bruised ribs sore from laughing - Chesapeake Bay Parents
6.  Memories of a wonderful family affair that involved good food, good fun, and some great outdoor exercise and entertainment in spite of the injuries -  All.

p.s. Later in the evening, Baby Sis and Dino went to Food Lion to purchase a few necessities.  Baby Sis wore her crab hat and said several people were intrigued.  I'm telling you, the secret to happiness lies in a crab hat, and I'm seriously considering selling them as a side business after I get done with the book. They may not make me rich, but they will make me and many others happy. And that, after all, much like a simple family gathering, is priceless.


Annie said...

sounds like a good time had by all. wonderful family memories.

meanwhile back at the ranch in NYC, we've all come down with varying degrees of the flu.
Still nice to sit and watch Thomas the Tank Engine with little sick 3 year old early in the morning. Fun.
Fun watching a movie with a grandson, not having the flu/cough!

Mental P Mama said...

Wait. Was any wine involved?

Deltaville Jamie said...

Sorry I missed it! I think I am going to purchase my very own crab hat. Heading down to D-ville this coming weekend to check on my dear rubber ducky. And see our lot without trees which I've never witnessed ever in all my life.

Maria_NJ said...

I'm in, I want one...When DIY comes to my door when I win the Blog Cabin, I am going to answer the door wearing your crab hat, CBW!!! LOL

sounds like a wonderful time was had by all, those moments are priceless...

wv: kedne: glad that no injures to the kedne s were involved...

Deltaville Jamie said...

I'm sorry, Maria, but I'm winning the Blog Cabin and turning it into a Blister commune.

WV: garcl- I don't like to garcl with listerine, it tastes nasty

Caution said...

I don't even know what one of those hats looks like. I'm wallowing in self-pity now.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like I missed another great weekend! Are there pictures on FB?
-Middle Sis

Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food said...

Oh, fun! The best moms are the ones who don't care if they scrape a knee during a family basketball brawl. :-)

Daryl said...

I wish we had such a fabulous Saturday nite .. sigh .. and you and Baby Sis are so beautiful you both make the crab hat look good .. I know because I wore one for a photo and looked sooooooooooo not as good as you both

Kay L. Davies said...

My husband the basketball referee is out of town on business (real business, not basketball business), so I can't show him this post. Oh, okay, I can e-mail him the link but I won't be able to watch him read it.
Sounds like a ton of fun.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

Annie-I am so sorry to hear of all the sickness but so glad you are there to help your daughter and family in time of need. That family time is priceless.

MPM- My lips are sealed.

Deltaville Jamie-If you have time, come see me. No doubt this will be an emotional trip for you. Let me know if I can help in any way.

Maria-It's a deal!

DJ - That would be an ideal commune...

Caution - I'll have to post another crab hat photo on here soon.

Middle Sis - You would have LOVED it. We could have used you and your height on the court.

Meg - It was brutal, but a bloody knee was a small price to pay for so much fun.

Daryl - I find that hard to believe. We need a Do Over to make sure.

Kay - The lack of rules probably would have perturbed your husband, to say the least. However, if he was wearing a crab hat he simply wouldn't care (or wouldn't care as much). When/if you come to visit us this year we'll have him referee but he must wear a hat.

Well, I drove approximately 200 miles today between the commute to work and an away soccer game.

Is it Friday yet?

Anonymous said...

And don't forget the fall backwards I took - over the base of the goal onto a pile of bricks in VERY slow motion...and as Dino pointed out, NO ONE was around to cause the fall. Although, now that I think about it,the cause was most likely the wine we were gulping down (instead of gatorade)on our panting/sweating/huffing and puffing breaks. It was a blast!

Baby Sis

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

Now thats what I call a family gathering! Let me know if you need a partner in selling those crab hats!