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I’m sitting here composing these in EditPad while watching the Sun Bowl. I’m in Washington at my grandmother’s house without Internet (which is why I’ve been quieter than usual) and I’ll get these posted (and backdated to the correct time) on Sunday when I get home.<\/p>\n
<\/a>— 1 —<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n Stupid commercials.<\/strong> I’m already grumpy that they’re not showing the Washington State Marching Band’s<\/a> tuba section. The only reason I’m actually watching it (I hate football and the Washington State Cougars<\/a> are the archenemy of my beloved Washington Huskies<\/a>) is my youngest cousin Sarah is a tuba player and the president of the band. Instead of actually showing something I *WANT* to see, they’re showing Chik-Fil-A<\/a> commercials. I find Chik-Fil-A<\/a> to be a reprehensible company for various reasons but the fact that I’m being forced to watch their lame commercials instead of seeing Sarah is making me stabby. Boo you stupid company! I want to see Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!<\/p>\n **UPDATE** I did get to see the Washington State<\/a> tubas briefly and I caught a glimpse of Sarah. We’re so proud of you, sweetie!<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/a>— 2 —<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n Stupid announcers.<\/strong> Enough whining about the weather! You’re in a heated announcer booth. The players, fans, and the band are down in the snow. Get down on the field and report from there! (The sideline announcers are fine — I’m mostly grumping at the idiots in the booth.)<\/p>\n <\/a>— 3 —<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n Legit weather complaints.<\/strong> My aunt and her boyfriend are there watching Sarah and they’re texting my mom to complain about the cold. To be fair to them, the snow has turned into a blizzard (4th quarter now) so they’ve got a right to complain. I’m hoping they get back to Washington safely tomorrow. Sitting up in northwestern Washington right now, it’s cloudy and near freezing but I don’t think we’re getting any moisture. If Washington does, I hope it holds off until we fly out and my aunt gets back tomorrow.<\/p>\n <\/a>— 4 —<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n Favorite Christmas memory.<\/strong> Answering the question<\/a> posed by Laura of Coptic Dad and Mom<\/a>, my favorite Christmas memory would have to be from 1996 when we got snowed in up here and my parents actually made the local news when Sea-Tac (Seattle-Tacoma International Airport) shut down and they were seen walking across the screen. We ended up having to borrow my grandparents’ van to drive back home to San Jose. It was pretty fun for a California kid to be able to play in the snow. I also remember Midnight Mass at my grandparents’ Episcopal<\/a> church that year being particularly pretty.<\/p>\n <\/a>— 5 —<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n Daniel’s Christmas.<\/strong> When we got to my grandmother’s house, Daniel started saying, “Dollhouse!” and my mom assumed he meant the one downstairs. (My grandparents kept outgrown toys for the grandkids and great-grandkids that were visiting.) It turns out that he saw part of my grandmother’s birdhouse collection. Oops! We went to Fred Meyer<\/a> and found him a dollhouse set up the next day. In addition, Jon’s aunt and uncle sent me an Amazon.Com<\/a> gift card to get Daniel something from them so I ordered some Legos<\/a>. Kiddo was quite happy to find them under the tree.<\/p>\n <\/a>— 6 —<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n Doh!<\/strong> The Miami Hurricanes just scored with 5 minutes to go! Oh good… penalty thrown and a 10 yard penalty given to Miami so the touchdown is undone. Hopefully Washington doesn’t Coug it! (“Coug” refers to the Washington State Cougars just *barely* missing the win as they did in their game against Stanford.) Thankfully, my University of Washington Huskies<\/a> are kicking some Southern Mississippi butt in the Heart of Dallas bowl! GO DAWGS!<\/p>\n **UPDATE** Washington State wins 20-14! Against my better judgement, GO COUGS!!!<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/a>— 7 —<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n Tiny terrorist.<\/strong> Daniel played with his Legos all day yesterday and didn’t eat. While this meant that I got a much-needed nap, it also meant that the little monster didn’t go to sleep last night and decided to wake me up at 1:30 a.m. demanding milk. My response: “No. Go back to bed.” He responded by turning on both the overhead light and the reading lamp. I reluctantly got up, stuffed some milk and cheese into him, and went back to bed. He woke me up a few minutes later demanding more cheese. I realized at that point that I had several bags of goldfish crackers in the room and handed him a bag before pulling the covers back over my head. He finished that bag and eventually went to sleep on top of me around 2 a.m. I woke up with leg cramps at 5:00 a.m. because of the position I was in with Daniel on my (twin) bed so I carried him over to his bed and tucked him in. Thankfully, the little beastling let me sleep in until 10:00 a.m. When my mom woke me up because the precious sweetling had come upstairs, I told her I wouldn’t get up unless there was an iced venti vanilla latt\u00e9 with whole milk in it for me. She told me that $tarbux<\/a> wasn’t open on December 26th. I may or may not have growled at her. (I got my latt\u00e9.) Daniel’s new nickname is the “tiny terrorist”.<\/p>\n For more Quick Takes, visit Kelly at This Ain’t The Lyceum<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’m sitting here composing these in EditPad while watching the Sun Bowl. I’m in Washington at my grandmother’s house without Internet (which is why I’ve been quieter than usual) and I’ll get these posted (and backdated to the correct time) … Continue reading