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the_rckDelia's basketball team lost their last game by a bit more than ten points. At the start of the game, things were pretty even with the teams alternating scoring, so we thought the game was going to be pretty close. The other team pulled ahead, though, and stayed there.
Scott's parents came to the game. They try to get to one sporting event per grandchild per sports season, at least for the kids who're in Michigan (the kids in Seattle are harder to do that for). It kind of underlines for me how much my parents are missing out on due to being so far away. Not that my mother and step-father would come to games (they didn't even when my sister was playing), but my father would and would enjoy doing it. I can't guess about my step-mother. I barely know her.
After the game, Delia and I wedged ourselves into a tiny bathroom so that she could change her clothes. She wore shorts to the game, and staying in those all day seemed unwise. After she changed her clothes, she went with Scott's parents for the annual decorating of gingerbread cookies. That left me and Scott to shop.
Including lunch, we spent about four hours shopping. We started at Barnes & Noble to get Delia a panda calendar. Last year, we went to three or four different places before finding one at Barnes & Noble, so we started there this year. It briefly looked like they didn't have them this year. They weren't in the main display. Then we found a rotating rack in the back that had one.
From there, we went to Noodles & Company for lunch and then to Toys R Us then Target and finally Tree Town Toys. Buying for Delia this year has been hard because her list of things she wants is full of things we know she'd never use and things we don't think she should have. She did emphatically want more dolls, so we gave in on that (she has lots of dolls already, so I wasn't at all sure she needed more). What she likes best about dolls is dressing and undressing them, so we wanted to buy something with a lot of clothes. We ended up with Barbies. Nothing else had the multiple outfits available. The clothes are mostly pretty ugly, but I doubt Delia will care. We did get two job related clothing sets one that seems to be a safari veterinarian and one that's probably a nurse that we're labeling as being a doctor.
After shopping, we still had time, so Scott wrapped presents. That process takes hours, so it's good that he got started. Doing it all on Christmas Eve leads to exhaustion. I can help a bit with the wrapping, but I don't do it to Scott's standards (he's meticulous).
Eventually, we went to dinner. I thought about staying home so as not to spend more money, but it's so rare that Scott and I get a chance to go out alone. We can't predict when the next opportunity will be. We went to Red Lobster. We both managed to finish without leftovers, so there was nothing to prompt Delia to wonder where we'd had dinner, and she doesn't think to ask that if not prompted.
After dinner, we drove north to meet Scott's sister and retrieve Delia. Scott's sister had picked Delia up from their parents' place when she retrieved her own two kids. She also fed Delia dinner. The meet up place was a McDonald's with a play structure, but when we arrived, we discovered that it was undergoing renovation. Everything but the drive-through was closed. We parked and waited. Not too long after that, Scott's sister arrived. The kids were disappointed not to get to play inside, but they weren't awful about it. Delia was quite proud of her box of cookies.
Our Wii is broken. It can't read disks any more. Scott has tried the simple things-- compressed air to dislodge dust, the dustbuster to suck dust out. Getting a cleaning kit is the next step, but delivery time for that is measured in weeks. This is disappointing as there are Wii games among the Christmas presents. If the cleaning kit doesn't do the trick, things get more complicated. Scott's not sure whether sending it for repairs is worthwhile given the time and cost. As a family, we have enough holiday gift money to replace it if we all chip in, but I don't know if that's the way to go either.
It is funny how often I think of the Wii now that it's broken. I tend to forget about it most of the time, normally, at least since I got over my Cradle of Rome addiction.
Scott finally went to the doctor about his cough. They gave him a prescription and recommended sudafed. Unfortunately, even though it really helps the cough, sudafed leaves him with trouble sleeping. I wish he didn't always get coughs from having a cold. We suspect that the c-PAP is the culprit there, forcing junk into his lungs.
When going to buy sudafed, Scott discovered that his driver's license had expired months ago. That led to a panicked phone call to me so that I could go online and find the nearest Secretary of State office. Fortunately, there was one close, and he was able to take care of it immediately, but the whole thing was unpleasantly rushed. We don't know what happened with the license. Usually, the Secretary of State sends out a renewal reminder, but he didn't get one. He's going to put his next expiration date into his iCal so that that can remind him. I'm going to do the same with my i.d. (Better do that now, while I'm thinking about it. And done.)
Last night, Delia's school had a fund raiser. We were to buy Domino's pizza and a portion of the sale would go to the school. We bought, and we ate, and we won't do so again because Delia hated the pizza. She ate half a piece then announced that she didn't like it. It's a pity because the school will be doing these pizza nights regularly, and the PTO could use the money.
I have holiday cooking ahead of me. I need to make bacon wrapped dates, rice porridge and cheese spread between now and Christmas. Scott is responsible for the apple pie we said we'd bring, and the hot vegetable should be pretty simple. I'll probably make the bacon wrapped dates tomorrow and cube the cheese and make the porridge on Friday. Saturday might be too busy for cooking.
Scott's parents came to the game. They try to get to one sporting event per grandchild per sports season, at least for the kids who're in Michigan (the kids in Seattle are harder to do that for). It kind of underlines for me how much my parents are missing out on due to being so far away. Not that my mother and step-father would come to games (they didn't even when my sister was playing), but my father would and would enjoy doing it. I can't guess about my step-mother. I barely know her.
After the game, Delia and I wedged ourselves into a tiny bathroom so that she could change her clothes. She wore shorts to the game, and staying in those all day seemed unwise. After she changed her clothes, she went with Scott's parents for the annual decorating of gingerbread cookies. That left me and Scott to shop.
Including lunch, we spent about four hours shopping. We started at Barnes & Noble to get Delia a panda calendar. Last year, we went to three or four different places before finding one at Barnes & Noble, so we started there this year. It briefly looked like they didn't have them this year. They weren't in the main display. Then we found a rotating rack in the back that had one.
From there, we went to Noodles & Company for lunch and then to Toys R Us then Target and finally Tree Town Toys. Buying for Delia this year has been hard because her list of things she wants is full of things we know she'd never use and things we don't think she should have. She did emphatically want more dolls, so we gave in on that (she has lots of dolls already, so I wasn't at all sure she needed more). What she likes best about dolls is dressing and undressing them, so we wanted to buy something with a lot of clothes. We ended up with Barbies. Nothing else had the multiple outfits available. The clothes are mostly pretty ugly, but I doubt Delia will care. We did get two job related clothing sets one that seems to be a safari veterinarian and one that's probably a nurse that we're labeling as being a doctor.
After shopping, we still had time, so Scott wrapped presents. That process takes hours, so it's good that he got started. Doing it all on Christmas Eve leads to exhaustion. I can help a bit with the wrapping, but I don't do it to Scott's standards (he's meticulous).
Eventually, we went to dinner. I thought about staying home so as not to spend more money, but it's so rare that Scott and I get a chance to go out alone. We can't predict when the next opportunity will be. We went to Red Lobster. We both managed to finish without leftovers, so there was nothing to prompt Delia to wonder where we'd had dinner, and she doesn't think to ask that if not prompted.
After dinner, we drove north to meet Scott's sister and retrieve Delia. Scott's sister had picked Delia up from their parents' place when she retrieved her own two kids. She also fed Delia dinner. The meet up place was a McDonald's with a play structure, but when we arrived, we discovered that it was undergoing renovation. Everything but the drive-through was closed. We parked and waited. Not too long after that, Scott's sister arrived. The kids were disappointed not to get to play inside, but they weren't awful about it. Delia was quite proud of her box of cookies.
Our Wii is broken. It can't read disks any more. Scott has tried the simple things-- compressed air to dislodge dust, the dustbuster to suck dust out. Getting a cleaning kit is the next step, but delivery time for that is measured in weeks. This is disappointing as there are Wii games among the Christmas presents. If the cleaning kit doesn't do the trick, things get more complicated. Scott's not sure whether sending it for repairs is worthwhile given the time and cost. As a family, we have enough holiday gift money to replace it if we all chip in, but I don't know if that's the way to go either.
It is funny how often I think of the Wii now that it's broken. I tend to forget about it most of the time, normally, at least since I got over my Cradle of Rome addiction.
Scott finally went to the doctor about his cough. They gave him a prescription and recommended sudafed. Unfortunately, even though it really helps the cough, sudafed leaves him with trouble sleeping. I wish he didn't always get coughs from having a cold. We suspect that the c-PAP is the culprit there, forcing junk into his lungs.
When going to buy sudafed, Scott discovered that his driver's license had expired months ago. That led to a panicked phone call to me so that I could go online and find the nearest Secretary of State office. Fortunately, there was one close, and he was able to take care of it immediately, but the whole thing was unpleasantly rushed. We don't know what happened with the license. Usually, the Secretary of State sends out a renewal reminder, but he didn't get one. He's going to put his next expiration date into his iCal so that that can remind him. I'm going to do the same with my i.d. (Better do that now, while I'm thinking about it. And done.)
Last night, Delia's school had a fund raiser. We were to buy Domino's pizza and a portion of the sale would go to the school. We bought, and we ate, and we won't do so again because Delia hated the pizza. She ate half a piece then announced that she didn't like it. It's a pity because the school will be doing these pizza nights regularly, and the PTO could use the money.
I have holiday cooking ahead of me. I need to make bacon wrapped dates, rice porridge and cheese spread between now and Christmas. Scott is responsible for the apple pie we said we'd bring, and the hot vegetable should be pretty simple. I'll probably make the bacon wrapped dates tomorrow and cube the cheese and make the porridge on Friday. Saturday might be too busy for cooking.
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Date: 2011-12-22 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-23 07:47 pm (UTC)I'm keeping my fingers crossed on the cleaning kit. I don't know if Scott has ordered it yet. I hope he has. He just got two Amazon packages today, and it occurs to me that one of them might (if we're lucky) be the kit.
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Date: 2011-12-22 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-23 07:48 pm (UTC)