Post-Holiday Life

I was looking at our blog the other day and realized Brandon has pretty much taken over. Hot dogs, football, Arctic sorceresses, poking fun at Deseret Book...pretty awesome, eh? Well, everything but the football part. I'm counting down the days until the end of the season but that is neither here nor there because my husband loves it and refers to the season as 'reaping the harvest.' That indicates that it is here to stay in our household and there is nothing I can do about it except learn to love it* and look forward to the day where we can afford a DVR and a home where we can put the TV in any room but the main one.

Anyways, we are enjoying our Post-Holidays life. Between driving across Colorado several times last month to see Brandon's immediate and extended family and then traveling to Arizona over New Year's to see my family and be there for my youngest brother's wedding, we are content being at home with our own peace and quiet.

Pretty much every night we've decompressed with a cup of hot chocolate, an episode of Band of Brothers, and snuggling with a down blanket.
Actually, the Band of Brothers part really isn't that relaxing. Has anyone seen it? While I don't regret watching it, each episode seriously makes me want to weep afterwards because in case anyone forgot, war sucks and messes with people's lives. So instead of saying, "Are you ready to watch Band of Brothers yet?" I now say "Should we watch people die now?" because that's what happens in every episode. But the routine is nice and the show after all is pretty remarkable and inspiring.

So in addition to our hot chocolate and Band of Brothers evenings, we've also become slightly addicted to this game you can play at http://games.yahoo.com/ called Super Collapse. Brandon stumbled on it and I couldn't help but become intrigued...
I don't really play any video games (I was just introduced to Guitar Hero and always have to be reminded how to play Mario Kart) and have been pretty much been interested in only a sporadic game of Tetris and/or Ms. Pac Man all my life, but this one comes close. Mainly because I'm amazing at it and put Brandon to shame the first time I tried it. Of course, he has since become aware of my smooth moves and will probably beat my high score any day now.

I'm telling you all this because I want you all to know the tricks of our calm and content lives. Why make the good stuff secret? Happy New Year everyone!




*I do want people to know that I actually made a small effort to enjoy football this season by having my own fantasy football team in a league created by my coworkers. About half way through the season, I got bored and made Brandon the official manager. He did OK at it, I guess. I really wanted to win but Brandon couldn't make that happen and I only came in 4th. ;) One of my players, though, was Plaxico Buress, and I'm grateful I at least became familiar with him; it actually helped me enjoy keeping up on his idiocy (remember how he accidentally shot himself in the leg at a night club and then turned himself in and lied about who he was and where the incident happened? You can't make stuff like that up).