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Dec. 25th, 2006 02:25 amI'm not sure why the internet was being really weird yesterday. It was, however, a productive day. I went to the farmers market, where I had really fresh beef and french pastries. Then we went to visit graves.
I keep forgetting how difficult it is to light incense. I got the first batch on the first match, but afterwards, I had to have one of my aunts light it while I held the senko. (I'm not sure if it was because of the age of the matches, the wind, or both.)
At this time of year, we usually go to candlelight service, then out to dinner. (We also usually go out of town for a few days, but this year we get to invade my little brother's dorm room and then go skiing.) Instead, we went to a football game.
Normally, I am not particularly fond of football, but today was a very good game. (So good, in fact, that I actually sat through it for a second time when Daddy watched the tape of the ESPN coverage after dinner. It turns out that it is very interesting to hear why all of the penalties were called. There really were an awful lot of them. Someone got thrown out of the game for excessive celebration.) By which, I mean that we won. ^^
I think that I would like football at Oklahoma better if the layout of the stadium didn't suck. (More parking, better bleachers, people not standing up for the entire game, cheerleaders on surfboards, etc.) I actually enjoy UH games, though I usually bring a book.
We usually open presents at midnight, but everyone is kind of tired. We had a one present compromise; I sent youngest brother to choose one for me. He returned with a package that was obviously a book. I was able to predict the title. This is because I am psychic. (I would have gotten the author as well, but I though her name was "Rachel" and it turned out to be "Ruth.")
Speaking of which, I've been having weird book synchrony with that aunt. It started when she gave me a copy of a book I had already read. Then, this past Thanksgiving, I brought back a book that I'd thought she'd like. She had a copy of it waiting for me in the guest room.
When I came back, I mentioned that I had enjoyed the book I had bought to read on the flight. Don't tell my brother, but she got it for him for Christmas.
[Edit:] My family is one in which "I'm going to check if [my brother] drowned," is not unusual, even when it is meant in the most literal manner possible.
I keep forgetting how difficult it is to light incense. I got the first batch on the first match, but afterwards, I had to have one of my aunts light it while I held the senko. (I'm not sure if it was because of the age of the matches, the wind, or both.)
At this time of year, we usually go to candlelight service, then out to dinner. (We also usually go out of town for a few days, but this year we get to invade my little brother's dorm room and then go skiing.) Instead, we went to a football game.
Normally, I am not particularly fond of football, but today was a very good game. (So good, in fact, that I actually sat through it for a second time when Daddy watched the tape of the ESPN coverage after dinner. It turns out that it is very interesting to hear why all of the penalties were called. There really were an awful lot of them. Someone got thrown out of the game for excessive celebration.) By which, I mean that we won. ^^
I think that I would like football at Oklahoma better if the layout of the stadium didn't suck. (More parking, better bleachers, people not standing up for the entire game, cheerleaders on surfboards, etc.) I actually enjoy UH games, though I usually bring a book.
We usually open presents at midnight, but everyone is kind of tired. We had a one present compromise; I sent youngest brother to choose one for me. He returned with a package that was obviously a book. I was able to predict the title. This is because I am psychic. (I would have gotten the author as well, but I though her name was "Rachel" and it turned out to be "Ruth.")
Speaking of which, I've been having weird book synchrony with that aunt. It started when she gave me a copy of a book I had already read. Then, this past Thanksgiving, I brought back a book that I'd thought she'd like. She had a copy of it waiting for me in the guest room.
When I came back, I mentioned that I had enjoyed the book I had bought to read on the flight. Don't tell my brother, but she got it for him for Christmas.
[Edit:] My family is one in which "I'm going to check if [my brother] drowned," is not unusual, even when it is meant in the most literal manner possible.
