What’s in Dad’s care package
It’s no low-budget zombie movie, but it was the best I could do under pressure.
Faced with a Friday deadline and a promise to Boots that we’d send Dad a video of karate class in this week’s care package, I proceeded to screw up the project in every way imaginable. I used two different cameras and, due in part to poor planning, uploaded the footage to two different computers. Throw in incompatible file formats and computers not nearly strong enough or clean enough to do what I wanted them to do, and you wind up going through a back door that’s so far in the back it doesn’t even qualify as the servants’ entrance.
But we made it. I was still burning DVDs a half hour before the post office closed, but we made it. Whew!
If you learn from your mistakes, I’m a freakin’ video rock star now.
The rest of the package:
Sardines: Three cans, in hot sauce of course.
NASCAR Ritz crackers: Dad doesn’t love NASCAR as much as the rest of us, though he does like Tony Stewart. Big Guy worships Ryan Newman. So when I saw the special edition Stewart Haas racing Ritz at the commissary, I had to buy a box for the guys and one for Dad. And now I have to enter the contest, because Big Guy’s convinced he’s going to win the chance to drive with Newman.
Blizzard Oreos: It’s all about the chocolate fix.
Fruit cocktail: Three, 15-ounce cans for late-night (or early morning, depending on when he gets off duty) snacking purposes.
Gatorade mix: An 18.4 ounce can of orange.
AAA batteries: Dad’s been having trouble finding these at the PX, and he needs them for his flashlight.
Paydays: Two bars to fulfill the weekly Recommended Dad Allowance.
The guys’ journals plus some school projects.
Copyright 2010 Debra Legg. All rights reserved.
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