Friday, February 8, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
The Super Bowl
The Super Bowl this year takes place on a fateful Sunday, the day it is determined which team is the most awesome football champion of all time.
It's also a time where we gather with our friends and family for food and football watching. Well, I mostly go for the food.
Today's Super Bowl was unique because of three reasons. The first is that it is, of course, our first time celebrating the Super Bowl in Battle Creek, the small snowy town we now live in. Secondly, it is my first time ever making Mexican beans and rice. I was pleasantly surprised with how easy and good smelling that experience was! And the third reason is that this is the first time I have not felt the need to watch the game.
Maybe it was that I always watched the game simply because I always tried to understand it all for the sake of my friend RJ, who has spent countless hours trying to explain terms and definitions to me.
In all honesty, all I see is a bunch of big, sweaty guys asking for concussions and future brain damage.
Two cups of Dr. Pepper and a whole lot of food later, I'm laying in the baby's room with a blanket and a memory foam pillow as I type this out on my phone. Screams of victory are coming from downstairs; the old house shakes when yelling ensues. Hillsong's How Great Is Our God is playing in my ears as I slowly drift to sleep...
It's also a time where we gather with our friends and family for food and football watching. Well, I mostly go for the food.
Today's Super Bowl was unique because of three reasons. The first is that it is, of course, our first time celebrating the Super Bowl in Battle Creek, the small snowy town we now live in. Secondly, it is my first time ever making Mexican beans and rice. I was pleasantly surprised with how easy and good smelling that experience was! And the third reason is that this is the first time I have not felt the need to watch the game.
Maybe it was that I always watched the game simply because I always tried to understand it all for the sake of my friend RJ, who has spent countless hours trying to explain terms and definitions to me.
In all honesty, all I see is a bunch of big, sweaty guys asking for concussions and future brain damage.
Two cups of Dr. Pepper and a whole lot of food later, I'm laying in the baby's room with a blanket and a memory foam pillow as I type this out on my phone. Screams of victory are coming from downstairs; the old house shakes when yelling ensues. Hillsong's How Great Is Our God is playing in my ears as I slowly drift to sleep...
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