Since my blog buddies, Fossil Guy and Bookworm aren’t posting much lately it is my responsibility to get something out there. Trouble is, I don’t know if there is much of import in my life to blog about.
There was the Super Bowl. After watching the Seahawks give it up to the Bears it was anticlimactic, but we wanted to watch anyway. We had FG and BW over to watch it with us. My mate made a great pizza, Fossil Guy made his famous, delicious Jalapeno Cheese Pie, we had Fat Bastard beer from Silver City Brewing and BW, deciding to forgo the wonderful things we had made, brought along her Nutri-system munchies, dry looking things in very tiny bags.
There was the Super Bowl. After watching the Seahawks give it up to the Bears it was anticlimactic, but we wanted to watch anyway. We had FG and BW over to watch it with us. My mate made a great pizza, Fossil Guy made his famous, delicious Jalapeno Cheese Pie, we had Fat Bastard beer from Silver City Brewing and BW, deciding to forgo the wonderful things we had made, brought along her Nutri-system munchies, dry looking things in very tiny bags.
The game was pretty good in the first half—the women decided to root for the Bears, the men picked the Colts who they were pretty sure would win. After the first half BW wanted to change sides but we wouldn’t let her and the second half saw the females snoozing while the males wallowed in victory. It’s a wonder they didn’t jump up and slam their chests together, but they’re both too old for that. My favorite part of the game was the heavy rain. I was pretty impressed that all those guys could play as if nothing was going on—except for the fumbling. Or maybe they’re just crazy millionaires.
We have new computers but we can’t use them yet because there is so much involved in getting them ready to use. I am anxious to try the new Vista system, but my mate is grumbling about it already. I’m glad I don’t know much about computers. I don’t know when I’m being well-served or not. I am happy when the icons are pretty and my email goes out smoothly.
Every day I check my daughter-in-law’s baby blog to see if there are new pictures of my beautiful and fascinating granddaughter and most days I am happy to see that there are. She is learning her letters and I wish I was there to help her.
Well, this post is not political or insightful or literary or poetic. It is what it is. Every day life. Hope my more talented blogger friends will post soon!
We have new computers but we can’t use them yet because there is so much involved in getting them ready to use. I am anxious to try the new Vista system, but my mate is grumbling about it already. I’m glad I don’t know much about computers. I don’t know when I’m being well-served or not. I am happy when the icons are pretty and my email goes out smoothly.
Every day I check my daughter-in-law’s baby blog to see if there are new pictures of my beautiful and fascinating granddaughter and most days I am happy to see that there are. She is learning her letters and I wish I was there to help her.
Well, this post is not political or insightful or literary or poetic. It is what it is. Every day life. Hope my more talented blogger friends will post soon!