Nick LeMasters & The Christmas Mix-Up

I love this picture. I’m thinking of referring to them as the “Silver Foxes,” to keep their identity a secret. Too late. They are already famous in the blogging universe. I mean, it truly brought a smile to my face when my friend once greeted my dad with, “Hi. I know you from Dayna’s blog.” Oh! The joy I felt in that moment. Like I was JK Rowling.

I think this blog has brought about many elements of my personality…typically my anti-social tendencies…but it has also identified me as a windtalker. When I say windtalker, I of course mean I am one of the few people on this planet that understands my mom. Remember this? Well, it happens on a regular basis.

You would think that after 33 years of marriage my dad would also have this innate ability, sadly he does not. Without calling them out, I would say one is given to flights of whimsy, the other only deals in absolute facts (you can draw your own conclusions). So when there are misunderstandings, it provides absolute entertainment…for me (and hopefully you).

This particular misunderstanding took place between 2:30pm and 3:00pm on Christmas Day. Yes. I was in the backseat of their car…laughing. I don’t know if I was uncomfortable or entertained. We all know I have an issue with laughing in uncomfortable situations.

Location: LeMasters’ Garage
Time: 2:30pm
Scene: The backseat of the car is loaded with three laundry baskets of gifts, dad is in the car (rushing my mom and myself) with the window down, mom is putting on boots, I am holding a bag full of presents chatting with her.

Mom: Do you know where my glasses are?
Me: No idea.
Dad: I threw them in a basket.
Me: Dad says he threw them in a basket.
Mom: Perfect! I’ll be able to see things at Ryan and Emily’s.

Location: LeMasters’ Car
Time: 2:45pm
Scene: Dad and Mom in the front seat, I’m in the back seat, my mom needs her glasses.

Mom: Dayna, can you find my glasses?
Me: Sure. Dad, what basket did you put them in?
Dad: Um. I didn’t put them in these baskets. I put them in the fruit basket on the kitchen counter.
Me: Are you being serious right now?
Mom: Are you freaking kidding me?
Me: Why would you tell me you put them in a basket, when there were three laundry baskets being brought with us?
Dad: I didn’t think about these baskets. I’m not even sure I said, “I threw them in a basket. I think I said I put them in the kitchen basket.”
Me: OH! Don’t lie. You’re changing your story because you know mom is pissed.
Mom: I can’t believe this. You always do this! You never think these things through. Now I won’t be able to see anything tonight. Why would you say that?
Dad: If I said...
Me: Wooh. Wooh. Wooh. Nope. What do you mean if? You said it!
Dad: You can borrow my glasses.
Mom: Are you freaking kidding me? I wanted my own! Share? Please.
Dad: Fine. I’ll stop at Walgreens and get you a pair.
Mom: Oh. That sounds great! I don’t want some gross, ugly pair of Walgreen glasses.
Dad: DAYNA! Stop laughing. I don’t know how, but this is somehow your fault.
Me: My fault? All I did was ask the location of the glasses. You are the one that told us the wrong location. Don’t blame me for your bad communication skills, sir.

The good news? A pair of glasses was located upon looking through the ten bags my mom keeps in her backseat. Yes. You read that correctly. Ten.

Some Things Never Change...Visits to Santa

For years my mom expected us to get our picture taken with Santa. Like my brother was in his twenties when we finally put a stop to it. Like we probably ruined her Christmas the year we put our foot down and said no more.

Now it’s time for a new generation to get their picture with Santa. What I’ve come to realize when looking at past and present pictures is there are only two poses. There is the “What the hell am I doing on this stranger’s lap” pose and there is the “Are we done yet” pose.

Below are three generations of LeMasters’ Santa pictures. There is a mix of hate and indifference in the photos below. I feel like it represents my family's feelings about strange, old men, who talk to us.

No letters were mailed out, because it was unanimously felt that I share entirely too much information throughout the year. I guess what I’m saying is, all is good on the Colorado front. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

A special thanks to Molly & Colleen LeMasters, who encouraged a blog based on the first photo below.

1959: Nick LeMasters (Age 1), wondering "what the hell Joan LeMasters was thinking putting him on a stranger's lap." Tommy LeMasters is obviously trying to put distance between himself and the crier...Santa makes naughty and nice decisions based on association.


1961: Robyn LeMasters (Age 3), not really interested in the whole picture/Santa ordeal. The ringlets rock, though! I do think it's pretty obvious that she doesn't want the strange, old man touching her shoulder.


1965: Nick LeMasters (Age 7), finally accepting that this guy might actually be magical. Look at his face, he's totally captivated. I'm sure he's thinking, "I'll sit on this stranger for a minute if it means I get a new gold, Stingray bike, with a checker flag banana seat."


1983: Ryan LeMasters (Age 1), not really sure what's happening, but being the appeasing young-man that would turn into the pleasing man, he smiles for the camera...feeling indifferent about the whole situation. I would say that he does look like he's trying to inch his way off Santa's lap.


1985: Nathan LeMasters (Age 1), hating every second of this moment. Tiny, however, sees a new bone in her future.


1988: Dayna LeMasters (Age 1), so begins my phobia of strange, old men who feel the need to touch or talk to me.


2006: Annie LeMasters (Age 1), could really care less about the situation, completely indifferent.


2009: Zach LeMasters (Age 1), I think we can all tell by the red face, and glazed eyes, that somebody was crying about the prospect of sitting on a stranger's lap.


2011: Nick LeMasters (Age 1), obviously trying to figure out the nearest escape route.

Why I Can Never Marry Tim Tebow

Last night as I helped my mom wrap presents for her “work friends,” I stumbled across this picture on Facebook.

Yes. That’s right. That’s my brother Ryan, super excited about the prospect of wearing Tim Tebow’s face on his chest.

Yes. That’s right. Ryan LeMasters is the reason I can never marry Tim Tebow. This is what I chatted about with my parents as we wrapped, curled, and stuffed gifts last night.

Me: See. This is just sad. He’s obsessed. And he only likes him because he can ramble off scriptures at will. Now I can never marry him. It would just be awkward. Ryan would call him all the time.

Dad: You are so right! He would call him up and say things like, “Tiiiim! Tebow! Timmy Boy! Mr. T!

Me: (laughter) You are so right! It’s sad. He’s ruined my chances. And you know I would bring him over and this would be the first thing out of Ryan’s mouth, “We’ve actually met before. Remember when we took a picture together at DIA?”



Mom: They did not! Ryan did that? He has a picture with this guy?

Me: You haven’t seen it?!? Let me show you. I think they have their arms around each other’s waists.

Mom: Oh! He’s cute. I haven’t seen him before. He would look cute with our family.

Me: Okay. This just got creepy.

Obviously this is the only reason we would never make it as a couple. The fact that I'm not really into football and would probably tell him to calm himself down a bit, is nothing to be concerned about.

Starbucks & The Incognito LeMasters

I think it’s pretty clear that my family and myself tend to run on the anti-social side. People annoy us. We don’t really like socializing. We just don’t really like people. This personality trait shined bright and clear a few weeks ago, while on a visit to Starbucks.

A few weeks back, I wrangled my parents into helping set up my classroom. We would spend five hours cleaning, boxing, hanging, and drilling. Before setting out on our own version of “Extreme Makeover: Classroom Edition,” we stopped at our local Starbucks. This is a necessity whenever we all set out for an adventure. I mean…my dad doesn’t even ask anymore…he just drives straight to Starbucks.

When we walked in, it was clear we would be in for a bit of a wait. There were ten people in front of us. I immediately noticed they were doing the “name game thing.” You know what I’m talking about. When they say, “Can I get a name for the cup?” I HATE THIS!

Why, you are asking yourself? One, they never spell my name right and I don’t want to appear crazy and high maintenance by saying, “It’s Dayna. Dayna with a Y.” Two, I just don’t like giving out my name and then it’s on the cup and then people see it and then I just think, “Ugh. What if some weirdo starts talking to me and then knows my name…”

Anyway. My mom also hates the name thing. She typically says, “Oh. Yeah. I don’t do that.” That day, however, she was in rare spirits. I tried to avoid the whole situation by having my dad order, but he failed me. He didn’t move to the front of the line when our time came. I think he was distracted by the case of blueberry muffins. And so, this is what happened that fateful day in Starbucks. The Starbucks I have to go to on a regular basis, because it’s the only one on my way to work…

Me: Grande, non-fat, chai.
Baristo: Can I get your name for the cup?
Me: Dayna. Dayna with a Y. I know that sounds so high maintenance.
Baristo: That’s okay. No problem.

Mom: Venti, non-fat, six pump, chai, ½ pump peppermint, and no foam.
Baristo: Got it. Can I get your name for the cup?
Mom: Tamika.
Me: STOP IT!
Dad: Babe! You can’t do that. Stop it.
Mom: What? He just said a name for the cup.
Baristo: I like it. If she wants to be Tamika today, she can be Tamika.
Mom: See? You should have said Sophia Grace.
Me: This is the worst.

Yes. He did in fact write Tamika on the cup.

Obviously my mom was in good form that day. We left there with our chais in hand and set off for my new place of work. What I wasn’t expecting was that other teachers would be there. So yes, my parents ended up meeting quite a few of my co-workers. And yes. When my mom met one of the Spanish teachers, she said, “Hi. I’m Robyn. I teach art here.” It was so awkward.

Oh. Yes. That teacher tells everyone that we are good friends, because he knows my mother. Yes. When I stop in to Starbucks on my way to work, the baristo does in fact ask me how my mom is.

And so we now know that no good can come from the people at Starbucks asking for my name when I stop in for a chai.

iPods...A Window Into Our Souls

A few weeks ago I was driving to work and listening to the radio. It’s been a while since I’ve had an opportunity to listen to morning radio. Oh, the joys of commuting to work at 6am…Not complaining. I love my job.

Anyway. The topic for the morning was iPods. iPods and how we all have songs on our iPods that we wish we didn’t. I am guilty of this. I was also guilty of having every embarrassing song they listed on my iPod…we’ll get to this later.

I’ve often thought to myself, as I rocked out to Miley Cyrus’ Party in the USA, “Lord! Please don’t let anything terrible happen to me while I’m listening to this.” I can just imagine myself getting in a car accident or falling off the treadmill and knocking myself unconscious. I assume the person who finds me will be more concerned with the fact that I’m listening to The Biebs or Disney or ABBA, rather than the unconscious me.

And why is it, that the songs I am embarrassed of, are the ones that I can’t help but sing at the top of my lungs? In the shower. At home. And yes, in the car. They are the songs that I listen to at the gym and imagine myself singing on stage. Of course the setting changes with every song. When I listen to Mamma Mia, I am the star of a Broadway show. When I listen to The Biebs, I have amazing dance moves. When I listen Glee, I’m hosting the Oscars…no idea why…I assume it’s because I’m entertaining celebrities with song and dance.

And so. It came as no surprise that morning when they began to list their embarrassing songs and I had each and every one, plus more. So here. Here it is. My confession to the world. The top ten songs/music on my iPod that I’m ashamed of.

10. The Twilight Soundtrack
9. Various Glee Soundtracks (Yes. This means more than one)
8. Disney’s Greatest, Volume 2
7. Disney’s Greatest, Volume 1
6. Dolly Parton, 9 to 5
5. A Walk to Remember Soundtrack
4. Hilary Duff, Come Clean
3. Justin Bieber, Baby
2. Miley Cyrus, Party in the USA
1. Celine Dion, My Heart Will Go On