Super? bowl

David considers the super bowl almost like a mini holiday. For two weeks prior to it he asks me daily "What are we gonna eat for the super bowl?", like that's my main priority in life. What I'm gonna cook so that he can sit on the couch and watch stupid football. I should drop everything and start planning the menu of hot wings and whatever chip/dip combo sounds appealing that day. It doesn't really matter what we're eating that day anyway, unless its ramen noodles or macaroni and cheese, David isn't cooking it. We usually end up having something easy anyway, cause I'm not slaving over a stove for food that is eaten mindlessly while watching TV.

The past two years in a row I haven't really wanted to host a super bowl party. I don't want to have to clean up the mess, and my living room isn't big enough to fit lots of people. Its easier to just go to my parents house. Then they can clean up before and after and the kitchen is separate from the living room, so I don't have to even listen to the game. The kids have a lot more rooms to play in also, so they aren't right on top of us and if they want to watch TV its not my bed they're jumping on.

We have started our own mini tradition the past couple of years of leaving sometime late in the third quarter. Its not really because we want to, mostly because my drama queen Alana is crying about something and she's so tired from playing hard the past couple of hours that she is inconsolable. Last year there was an altercation involving Alana, Jayden and a bottle of carb cleaner. I won't mention details but Alana was not in a party going state afterward. This year whatever happened only involved Alana. There were no rat boys around and no real witnesses. The only fragments of story we can get from Alana involve her somehow falling on the dog. I was sitting in the computer room with Josh and Alana came in. She wasn't crying or anything, but I noticed that a little bit of blood was dripping from her nose. I handed Ava off to someone else and took Alana in the kitchen, where I put her up on the counter. Then I got a paper towel and tried to wipe her nose to keep the blood from getting everywhere. As soon as she saw the blood she freaked out and started screaming and crying. After David came in and we were both unsuccessful at calming her down we decided to call it quits and go home. She hadn't taken a nap and she was emotional because of it. So once again we went home at the end of the third quarter.

On the way home David said we should watch the game from home next year. Great, just what I want, to host a party for something I consider to be stupid.