Ask not for whom the Bowl Supers, it Supers for thee

Busy weekend.

I watched a wee bit of the Super Bowl last night. Apparently it involves lots of running and throwing things. I still haven’t caught on to the appeal. So, I felt no regret when a bunch of four year olds pulled me away to help them build a fort.

But, on the productive side, we met goudabonbon and offspring, who are as delightful in person as they are in print1. The jury is still out on curt_holman, who I did not meet because he had to “work” to make “money” in order that the family would not “starve” or be eaten by “wolves”, as thin an excuse as I think I’ve ever heard. Honestly, I expected more from a writer.

Rocketboy was delighted to learn that the above mentioned offspring, Sweetness/Snowflake, shares his penchant for sleep-themed games, wherein they start by pretending to go to sleep and then something happens, such as an attack by a scary chicken.

goudabonbon provided a healthly dip, deemed healthy because it had spinach in it, which completely neutralized any negative aspects of the Velveeta. Also made legit by its presence in an actual chafing dish.

My brother whipped up a Skyline Chili dip, just like we used to have back in the motherland2. steakums whipped up an old Lucas family recipe3 for Vegetable Beef Soup. Some other friends brought over some chicken wings, which validated it as an official Super Bowl gathering in my book. There were actually a couple folks who watched the game for the game itself, amazingly enough, over the sounds of the Hi-5 CD playing in the other room.

This Saturday marked two successive Uncle Grampa’s Hoo-Dilly Storytime episodes with substantial audiences. I think if you added up both audiences, the total would probably surpass the number of people that came to see the entire last season. So, that’s made things extremely enjoyable.

This show featured a guest appearance by Stevie Weasel (Scott Warren), who filled in for Lil’ Tamo (Christian Danley). Scott was an early cast member who had to stop doing the show a few seasons ago in order to make time for higher paying “work” in order to make enough “money” to keep from “starving” or being eaten by “wolves.” It was a delight to have him back for a spell.

In talking with the audience afterwards, the feedback was extremely positive. Of course, the folk who didn’t like the show probably didn’t hang around to make small talk.

There were balloons! Balloons with our logo image on it! Does Brad Pitt have a caricature of his face on a balloon? Does Hugh Grant? I don’t think so.

Saturday night, we went over to one of Rocketboy’s school friend’s house for dinner. They were right nice folk. The father is a contractor, and the renovations they’ve done on what was once a tiny, tiny house are quite impressive. Their older son is the same age as Rocketboy, and their daughter was born within a month of Steakette, so we’re basically on the same life schedule.

My brother spent most of Saturday building a cheap-o fence in the backyard, along with doggie-door access. It looked good, but it wasn’t more than 30 minutes before we saw Magic out in the front yard, wandering around. He did some trick where he flattened himself down and slid between the slats on the stairs to the deck.

I guess that’s why they call him “Magic”.

My brother had also read in the City Dog book we got him that there was a leash-less dog run at Chattahoochee Park, and went up there Sunday afternoon to check it out. Apparently, that was some sort of typ-o.

RocketBro’s continued his house hunt, with an eye towards convenient dog parks. He did some driving around with printouts from Realtor.com with disappointing results. His hopes for a suitable, non-shack sub $200k home are dimming, but I remain positive. Worst case, I’m sure he can find a roommate.

Friday night, I hadn’t yet adjusted to the Atlanta time zone, so I stayed up to watch Thank You For Smoking, a Netflix rental that had been languishing on our shelf for way too long. I thought it was good. It wasn’t laugh-out loud funny, but engaging with a persuasive anti-hero for a protagonist.

1 Which is delightful indeed.
2 Fairfield, Ohio.
3 which the old people in my family got from the Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook.