Yesterday was a fun and memorable day. It was our Super Bowl party! I love it when we do fun things together as a family.
I've never understood the game of football - too many rules - but, I enjoy watching the game, occasionally, and the Super Bowl is one I always attempt to watch, with constant explanations from my husband! Even Rissy was captured by the excitement of the event. She was helpful in the kitchen and a real yeller when watching the game. Annamarie was content to play games on the computer and Luci only wanted the food to hurry up and be ready.
Thirty minutes before game time, Rissy and I started popping food in the oven and and nibbling things and mixing things and nibbling things and laying things out and nibbling things . . . AND, we all drank root beer (soda pop being a rarity in our home)! All was well in the kitchen.
The game was less than exciting to me and reminded me of watching baseball with the low scores that prevailed throughout the majority of the game. Fourth quarter was lots better, even though I didn't have a favorite team picked. Jesse and I prayed before the game that no one would be seriously hurt. Those were some "big boys" out there on that field and I ached for their mothers. It's a good thing I have all girls and don't have to be a football mom! I'd never make it!
The food all turned out good and I found a new friend in a crunchy fried chicken strip made by Tyson. I will use it in the future to top garden greens, along with some black olives, strips of cheese, and hard boiled eggs, when making fried chicken salads. The new mini bread baskets (3 flavors) had more of a pizza flavor and were "okay" but not worth the money. The lil' smokies w/barbecue sauce, Velveeta cheese dip, celery/carrot sticks with ranch dip, spinach/artichoke dip, pickle/olive relish tray, and mini quiches were a hit - as they are, always. We ate more than half of what I served, and will have nice leftovers to snack on today. The 3 girls actually asked what was for dessert and were wounded in spirit when I told them we had enough to eat without serving dessert, too.
The highlight of the evening was when Jesse smacked me in the face with the back of his hand. Out of fairness to my dear husband, let me explain . . . I'm not sure how the choreography played out, but it went something like this:
He and Rissy were on the loveseat. I came over to sit on the right side and he scooted down to the left side (Rissy in the middle) to make room. Somehow, when I sat down I was bent slightly forward and he sat down at the same second, we collided. As he landed on the cushion, his right arm flew out (to catch his balance?) and hit me in the glasses and in the right eye. SMACK!!!!! I can't imagine receiving a punch "for real" when one is intended! I grabbed my face over my right eye area and moaned. I went into my "late labor" childbirth breathing technique to avoid feeling what had just happened! I tried to evaluate my injury and not groan, which would have made Jesse feel even worse. My outer sinus bones took the brunt of the "punch" and felt larger than life compared to my bones on the other side of my face. I had no cuts, no bloody nose, and no goose egg! JESSE FELT HORRIBLE and continued to apologize profusely!!! After the game, in the light of kitchen, I found my glasses had broken and the lens fell out while I used Super Glue to fix the frame. They are an older pair I use in the den to watch TV. I mean "really older" - like Sally Jesse Raphael (sp?) style from the mid-80's. So, no real loss and no permanent damage to me.
Games are always SO exciting, aren't they?
Everything is good today. No indigestion lastnight, either! We are to be near 80 degrees today and tomorrow the temps will be low 30's with light snow! Hooray Oklahoma!
And, a double hooray for football games and "all" the fun they bring!
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