11th July, 2008
Wii at 12:38am
If you’ve never played Wii, you are missing out. That would be me, because I’ve never played either. But my husband has, so that sort of makes me closer to having had played it. It definately makes me closer to having actually played it than it does for someone whose husband or wife has not played Wii because we’re really like one person. The Bible says so. So then really, I have played Wii. That’s what I’m telling myself.
So we played Wii last week. On the fourth of July. Actually, on the fifth of July. Probably both. After 11pm I was not paying much attention to what time it was. My eyes were glazed over from all the fireworks, particulate matter (you do know Northern California is on fire, don’t you?) and excessive amounts of chips and dip I had throughout the day. And I think probably also due to almost slipping and falling at the ma & pa grocery store Kimberly drug me to that day to purchase bell peppers and lettuce. The floor had a slick spot. And I almost fell. So that shook up my brain triggers (the few I have) and I think my vision was getting droopy. That’s what I’m telling myself.
So, late late at night on July 4th when we put all the children to bed at the K’s house (by the way Kimberly, my children thoroughly enjoyed the Daydreamer Room, thank you), our dear husbands decided to play Wii.
Here they are beating one another up in boxing.
Look at the intensity on my husbands face. This is serious. A, on the other hand, thinks it’s just plain fun to beat your friend senseless.
The determination in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Or punch it with a Wiimote.
I really need to get a new camera. This was a split second after he did an upper cut. He won the whole game! GO HUBBO!
Not really. I don’t know who won. It was astounding that I had any energy at all to take pictures of it for evidence. I don’t even know where Kimberly was in all this. I think she fell asleep in the other room (smart girl).
And I have to say, I think Wii was therapuetic for my husband. Besides boxing, they played tennis and baseball. His terribly arthritic wrist would never be able to survive any of them “in real life”. So it was fun for me, as tired as I was, to watch. He had a great time. Which means I did too. Because we’re one, remember?
Until I left him alone and crashed on the Coleman blow up bed 10 feet away.
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9th July, 2008
Grilling Brats 101
We spent our 4th with our dear friends, the K’s. You might recall the K’s from here.
A, a.k.a Master of Fire, was our grilling host for the evening.
Observe the tools of the Master:
Decorative fire bowl – check.
Charcoal – check.
Strategically placed and uniformly sized rocks – check.
Rack from kitchen oven – check.
Because I know you are all just dying (sorry, A) really wishing to know how to follow this grilling secret, I secretly watched through the screen door and meticulously took notes for you.
Here’s the 411.
Jimmy up a rudimentary grill. Use imagination. Do not allow wife to hinder you. If necessary, assemble grill late at night when wife is asleep. Superglue contents together if necessary.
When guests have arrived and are sufficiently full from the chips and salsa made by your wonderful wife, heat the grill and throw on some brats and dogs.
Watch cook.
Become impatient.
Go inside and search for a handy can of Sterno cooking fuel.
(This is where my covert notetaking gets interupted by a son who needs to use the potty again, so I apologize if the rest is a little sketchy)…
Threaten charcoal with canned fuel (it should start to burn hotter now).
Remove brats from grill 2 hours later (it is imperative the brats be fully cooked).
Serve 2 brats PER french roll and load up with desired toppings.
Gorge.
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Keep watch for my next community service post – Wii at 12:38am
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