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Went up north today with my mom and dad for some late-minute Christmas shopping and to deliver a few items. My shopping was done, but any excuse to visit the Gateway is fine with me! ^_^ There was a mother in Bath and Body Works that I had to feel sorry for - but at the same time, i was very grateful that I was not her. She had two boys (okay, what possesses you to take your two seven- or eight-year-old boys into BBW?) and they kept fighting over who got the blue or green hand sanitizer with what kind of reindeer on it. The clerk was trying to find the boys what they wanted, but they were beyond negotiations. It's moments like this that make me glad I don't have children.
Speaking of having children - shopping with my sister on Monday wasn't too bad. I think pregnancy has given her a sense of humor. Mostly I let her and my mom talk about baby-birthing-stuff, which I have little-to-zero interest in. Personally, I think babies are much more fun once they're born (without even considering the fact that they aren't mine).
We got snowed on yesterday, but it was basically just glorified slush and it turned into rain today. I'm almost scared to go back out to the ranch because my bedroom's probably flooded - though we called out there and found out that the precipitation was still snow, so maybe I've been granted a reprieve? The only thing I know is that when it rains and rains and rains, my bedroom floods. Snow is okay - even when it melts, it doesn't flood. I should ask someone to go check on it, but I'm almost thinking ignorance is bliss. At least for now.
While the fall semester has ended, my graduate cohort decided to get together on Facebook and have a Christmas reading group until school starts up again. Someone chose "Dune" by Frank Herbert, which I've never read. Luckily, the high school library had it, so I've been reading that and it's pretty good so far. I'm partway through the second section and it's finally getting exciting. The first part was kind of boring, but I blame all the necessary exposition. I know there was a miniseries of this book some time ago, so maybe after I'm done with this, I'll hunt that down (after the great "Doctor Who" rewatch of Christmas 2010 - my little cousins are nearly done with Series 5. I told them they couldn't see the Christmas special until they'd finished).
The Utah-Boise State bowl game is tonight, which should be exciting. For the sake of my Utes, I hope so - the radio analysts kept predicting a Boise State blowout. But I've learned that sports analysts know pretty much nothing about games that they comment on. In fact, if you go back and listen to the pre-game commentary after the game, they sound pretty stupid. Honestly, I think anyone that can at least fake a cocky-locker-room-jock attitude can comment on sports - there's no magic formula to that job.
That's about it for me tonight - I'm just ready for some nice Christmas relaxation.
Speaking of having children - shopping with my sister on Monday wasn't too bad. I think pregnancy has given her a sense of humor. Mostly I let her and my mom talk about baby-birthing-stuff, which I have little-to-zero interest in. Personally, I think babies are much more fun once they're born (without even considering the fact that they aren't mine).
We got snowed on yesterday, but it was basically just glorified slush and it turned into rain today. I'm almost scared to go back out to the ranch because my bedroom's probably flooded - though we called out there and found out that the precipitation was still snow, so maybe I've been granted a reprieve? The only thing I know is that when it rains and rains and rains, my bedroom floods. Snow is okay - even when it melts, it doesn't flood. I should ask someone to go check on it, but I'm almost thinking ignorance is bliss. At least for now.
While the fall semester has ended, my graduate cohort decided to get together on Facebook and have a Christmas reading group until school starts up again. Someone chose "Dune" by Frank Herbert, which I've never read. Luckily, the high school library had it, so I've been reading that and it's pretty good so far. I'm partway through the second section and it's finally getting exciting. The first part was kind of boring, but I blame all the necessary exposition. I know there was a miniseries of this book some time ago, so maybe after I'm done with this, I'll hunt that down (after the great "Doctor Who" rewatch of Christmas 2010 - my little cousins are nearly done with Series 5. I told them they couldn't see the Christmas special until they'd finished).
The Utah-Boise State bowl game is tonight, which should be exciting. For the sake of my Utes, I hope so - the radio analysts kept predicting a Boise State blowout. But I've learned that sports analysts know pretty much nothing about games that they comment on. In fact, if you go back and listen to the pre-game commentary after the game, they sound pretty stupid. Honestly, I think anyone that can at least fake a cocky-locker-room-jock attitude can comment on sports - there's no magic formula to that job.
That's about it for me tonight - I'm just ready for some nice Christmas relaxation.
