Thanksgiving Holiday
Thursday
After spending the early morning by letting the boys jump all over me and Meg in our bed, I drove to Leslie and played football with some fellows from church. We played tackle, and I came away with some bruised wrists--at least nothing happened to my poor, poor ankles. It was freezing and raining buckets (we set a new record for total amount of rain in November--once again attributed to mom and dad leaving our fair state), so we didn't play for more than an hour. Last year was probably more fun; I think playing tackle is just a little harder and requires more brute strength than skill or speed . . .
We then drove up to Sherwood to enjoy what was probably the quietest holiday gathering at the Booren's that I have ever experienced. We were the only direct family members there, and the only other party was one of Grandpa Booren's cousins who lives in SW PDX, I belive. So we ate and ate and ate, and I even left room for some chocolate pie.
Friday
I think I just watched football all day, including the game of the day, the Civil War. I honestly thought the Ducks would listlessly lose 40-10, so I was pleased with the game, despite their kickers leaving 10 points off the board and the team losing by two. The second half was especially exciting, and I let everyone upstairs know what a good game they were missing. On the Booren side, they all root for or sympathize with the Beavers. Even one of Aaron's cousins, Ethan, badgered Aaron when he said he wanted the Ducks to win the game. I don't mean this in any way to be negative. So it will be fun when the Ducks play the Mormons in Vegas on the 21st . . .
That night Meg and I cashed in her birthday booty with an all-expenses night out in the suburbs--dinner at Applebees, and gelato and cinema at Bridgeport; the boys stayed at G&G's, with Grandpa playing marbles with them for the night. Meg's friend from high school times, Susan, met up with us and brought her fiance, Pavan; they live in Kirtland, WA, but were visiting Susan's family in Sherwood. I had never been to Bridgeport, but I agreeed with Susan's assessment that it belongs somewhere in Arizona. I mean, c'mon: an open mall in Oregon, where it is cold and rainy six months of the year? We ended the night watching Casino Royale, which was actually kind of fun.
Saturday
I think the rain held off for a few hours, so I took the boys to the gigantic park across the way from the Booren's while Meg was out shopping with her mom and sister. That got old after a while, but I have no idea what we did afterward--we probably watched more football. That night after the children retired to their beds, we adults played games without too much arguing. The Boorens slaughtered me in every game I played, but I still enjoy hanging out with them.
Sunday
Meg's brother Josh was blessing their newborn son at their ward in Aloha, so we joined them for Sacrament meeting before returning back to the Booren Ranch for lunch. We were the first to arrive, and the last to leave, and we somehow doubled our luggage--and Megan wanted to take the Corolla because it gets better gas mileage (but only when I'm driving). We nearly filled up Bernice with only four passengers.
After spending the early morning by letting the boys jump all over me and Meg in our bed, I drove to Leslie and played football with some fellows from church. We played tackle, and I came away with some bruised wrists--at least nothing happened to my poor, poor ankles. It was freezing and raining buckets (we set a new record for total amount of rain in November--once again attributed to mom and dad leaving our fair state), so we didn't play for more than an hour. Last year was probably more fun; I think playing tackle is just a little harder and requires more brute strength than skill or speed . . .
We then drove up to Sherwood to enjoy what was probably the quietest holiday gathering at the Booren's that I have ever experienced. We were the only direct family members there, and the only other party was one of Grandpa Booren's cousins who lives in SW PDX, I belive. So we ate and ate and ate, and I even left room for some chocolate pie.
Friday
I think I just watched football all day, including the game of the day, the Civil War. I honestly thought the Ducks would listlessly lose 40-10, so I was pleased with the game, despite their kickers leaving 10 points off the board and the team losing by two. The second half was especially exciting, and I let everyone upstairs know what a good game they were missing. On the Booren side, they all root for or sympathize with the Beavers. Even one of Aaron's cousins, Ethan, badgered Aaron when he said he wanted the Ducks to win the game. I don't mean this in any way to be negative. So it will be fun when the Ducks play the Mormons in Vegas on the 21st . . .
That night Meg and I cashed in her birthday booty with an all-expenses night out in the suburbs--dinner at Applebees, and gelato and cinema at Bridgeport; the boys stayed at G&G's, with Grandpa playing marbles with them for the night. Meg's friend from high school times, Susan, met up with us and brought her fiance, Pavan; they live in Kirtland, WA, but were visiting Susan's family in Sherwood. I had never been to Bridgeport, but I agreeed with Susan's assessment that it belongs somewhere in Arizona. I mean, c'mon: an open mall in Oregon, where it is cold and rainy six months of the year? We ended the night watching Casino Royale, which was actually kind of fun.
Saturday
I think the rain held off for a few hours, so I took the boys to the gigantic park across the way from the Booren's while Meg was out shopping with her mom and sister. That got old after a while, but I have no idea what we did afterward--we probably watched more football. That night after the children retired to their beds, we adults played games without too much arguing. The Boorens slaughtered me in every game I played, but I still enjoy hanging out with them.
Sunday
Meg's brother Josh was blessing their newborn son at their ward in Aloha, so we joined them for Sacrament meeting before returning back to the Booren Ranch for lunch. We were the first to arrive, and the last to leave, and we somehow doubled our luggage--and Megan wanted to take the Corolla because it gets better gas mileage (but only when I'm driving). We nearly filled up Bernice with only four passengers.
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