Vikings Update

The Vikings lost to the Saints last night, so I guess this means they won't be winning the Super Bowl this year. Hmmm...I'm not sure what else to say except that I now have a useless sweater hanging in my closet and nothing to wear on Feb. 7th. How dare Brett Farve interfere with my fashion plans? In fact, in order to make my sweater a useful piece of my wardrobe, I must now commit to being a regular-season Vikings fan next year. Quite frankly, I'm not sure if I can keep up with all that would entail.

I must report, however, that Chris was cheering for the Vikings last night even though they pummeled the Cowboys last week. I think this shows great strides toward recognizing that there is life after the Cowboys.

A House Divided

Chris is a huge Dallas Cowboys fan, so his shirt in this picture is understandable. My Minnesota Vikings outfit, however, is probably somewhat surprising. A couple weeks ago I told Chris that I would be cheering for the Vikings to win the Superbowl because (1) Favre needs to redeem himself after failing to retire twice and betraying the Packers, and (2) the Vikings have never won the Superbowl before. Somehow this sincere but passing statement escalated into a challenge to wear a Brett Favre Jersey during the Cowboys-Vikings game today. Not willing to pay upwards of $60 for a Favre Jersey, I decided to make my own. In the process, the Jersey transformed into a preppy sweater with a matching scarf. Not to be outdone, Chris made his version of a Tony Romo Jersey to wear while we watched the game today.

The finished products turned out awesome. I was especially proud of my sweater, and I told Chris I wanted to go to a Vikings game so that I could wear it in an environment where it would be appreciated (because it was not appreciated in my home). Then I asked him where the Vikings play, thinking it was Minnesota but not sure. Clearly, my decision to cheer for the Vikings had nothing to do with their home state.

I failed to photograph our homemade shirts until the fourth quarter of today's game. By that point, Chris was not in the mood to pose, so I had to make up for his lack of enthusiasm.


Here's the back of our shirts. My viking patch (which I made!) turned out really awesome, as did Chris' hodge-podge "Romo." Of course our novel outfits were no consolation for Chris.

Based on this blog, and the homemade sweater hanging in my closet, it appears that I am a Vikings fan now, although that is still up for debate. I feel asleep during the first half of today's game and I missed part of the second half because I ran to the drug store. I don't think those actions are characteristic of a true fan. I guess we'll see how I feel after the Vikings win the Superbowl.

Bad Sweater Contest

From Left to Right:

Daniel Cruz: He said this was the worst sweater in his closet. His closet isn't so bad.
Ezer: The winner, and rightly so!
Ryan: Not visible in this picture is the fact this is a sweater vest with a tassel on the zipper. Nice!
Amber: Fortunately the early 90's are over.
Kim: Zach Morris wants his sweater back.
Roxie: A true goodwill gem.
Chris: This sweater actually looked decent on me, which is why it looks so bad on you.
Yogeld: You get last place, but in a bad sweater contest that may be a good thing.
Judith: A little bit embarrassed so she is hiding behind mom.
Kathy: Not so bad compared to Chris and Ezer.

The Beginning of the End

Today is the first day of my last semester of law school. To say that I am excited is an understatement. I want to be forever free of law school exams, law school stress, and law school social life depression.

On the flip side, yesterday was the end of my last four- week Christmas break. To say that I am sad is also an understatement. I want to have long, carefree vacations for the rest of my life.

If I can't have my cake and eat it too, then I choose option one. I will concede long holiday breaks if it means no more law school.

Lookin' Good

In honor of my obsession with the giant Buddy Holly glasses in Lubbock (see, e.g, my prior posts here, here, and here), Chris and I now proudly sport our own Buddy Holly glasses. I think they accentuate our noses too much.

But Ryan and Amber look so natural...

Otilia

The last time I saw Otilia, less than one week ago, she joyfully embraced me and said, "Oh, I love you Kim." I do not want this memory to fade, so I am recording it here.

Sometimes your life is going so well that you forget how sad this world can be.

Sextuplets

It's official! This evening Chris and I decided that we will have sextuplets someday, five girls and one boy named as follows: Christina, Kristen, Kristi, Chrissy, Chrissa, and Christian. I asked if we could name one after me. Chris said, "Yes," followed by a short, contemplative pause and my namesake, "Butt Face."

Hmph . . . because of that comment I refuse to birth six babies for him. I suppose he should start looking for a surrogate.

Happy New Year!

New Year's Eve in the Sias house.

I'm Happy

Today is my wedding anniversary. My "life as a Sias" began two years ago today. There are two things I will remember about this anniversary.

1. Cotton. Cotton is the traditional second wedding anniversary gift. Chris gave me an assortment of things made out of cotton, some obvious (socks), others not so obvious (a fresh cotton scented candle). Then we ate at The Cotton Patch.

2. Key. When we tried to leave The CottonPatch, the car key broke off in the door. Chris' co-worker Brandon was kind enough to give us a ride home to retrieve the spare. He was our kind helper/awkward third wheel.

I could conclude with a soliloquy about how much I love my husband, but I think I'll decline. Not because I don't love him, but because those words are (1) terribly insufficient and (2) meaningful to my husband and myself but too mushy for everyone else. I will say only this: I am happy. Very happy.

But does it turn on the TV?

Below is a picture of my father-in-law's oversized-remote sitting on top of my super-sleek MacBook. Upon pointing out the relative size of his remote to my laptop, my father-in-law asked, "but, does it turn on the TV?" I guess there are some things a MacBook just can't do...yet.

A White Christmas

At first we were so confused by a white Christmas in Texas that we got lost in the blizzard...


...but then we made our way to this idyllic setting (note that we lost some clothing-coast, gloves, and shoes-during the blizzard).

Duck, Duck, Goose...Goose, Goose, Goose, Goose, Goose

Every fall Lubbock is invaded by thousands of geese flying south for the winter. The pictures below were taken at a pond a few blocks from our apartment. Hundreds of geese were resting in the playa lake, incessantly honking. Every two or three minutes 40 of 50 birds would take flight at once and resume their journey.





Geese are not inherently beautiful birds. It is amazing, however, to see them in such large numbers. I enjoy hearing their muted honk as they fly high above me, onward to a warmer place.

Crazy Weather Day

This morning the roads were covered in ice. The sun came out and melted the ice, but soon the sun was gone. Next came rain, hail, and sleet, followed by brief sun and a double rainbow. Not to be outdone, the wind kicked up and soon a full blown wind and dust storm was upon us. The hazy, reddish-brown sky caused water dripping from the rooftops to look like mud. It was a crazy weather day!

Funny Dream

Two nights ago I had a very funny dream about teaching Sabbath school at church. One of the kids in the Sabbath school class did something very funny. Then the dream began to fade as I woke up. But the dream was so funny that I woke up in the middle of the night laughing. I thought to myself, that was a very funny dream. I will have to blog about that. And so here I am, blogging about my very funny dream, only I can't remember what was so very funny.

Black Friday

This year I participated in Black Friday for the first time. I was awake and driving to Kohl's before the sun came up. I then stood in line for 30 minutes so that I could spend $12.98. This was exhausting and required an unhealthy breakfast from McDonald's. According to the old man I met at McDonald's, the breakfast crowd was larger than usual. He then showed my shopping buddies and I pictures of his new horse trailer. I have no idea how to judge a trailer, especially when displayed on a small cell phone screen, but I tried to act genuinely impressed. Upon leaving McDonald's, my friend Ryan made a comment Chris often makes about how I talk to random people.

Next stop: the mall. I tried on a white sweater at Gap only to find that it left a million little pieces of white lint on my black shirt. As we were leaving Gap, an annoying kiosk salesman approached us. I quickly asked for a lint brush. Surprisingly, he led me to a kiosk drawer that contained nothing but two lint brushes. I used his lint brush but then had to endure his lengthy and irritating sales pitch, even though I told him I was only using him for his lint brush. He asked for my name. I replied, "Marsha." After refusing to pay $80 for his cuticle cream and buffer, we moved on, lint free.

After flying through the mall, we headed to Best Buy. I do not like Best Buy on a normal day. I really do not like Best Buy on Black Friday.

Finally, we get to DSW. Oh shoe heaven, I would have enjoyed you more if Mike wasn't calling me. To make a long story short, "Mike" found a friend's "lost" cell phone at K-Mart, changed the ringer, and then turned it off. Later on, once he was at the mall, he decided the cell phone owner might want the phone back. That's when Mike called me and I became the negotiator for the return of a cell phone that was either lost or was stolen by someone with a conscience.

I left DSW at noon and retired from Black Friday, at least for the day and possibly for life.

Toilet Trouble

First, please do not conjure up images of a bowl overflowing with tainted water. Quite the contrary: our toilet is functioning on a perfectly acceptable level. The problem is that our toilet has been attracting objects that do not belong in the toilet. The occasional make-up brush, hair band, or hand mirror may accidentally fall in the toilet without causing many problems. Chris' wedding ring, however, was a bit scarier. But when my hair dryer, which was plugged into the wall, fell into the toilet bowl and made an array of sizzling sounds, I could barely move. I instantly squealed, tensed my shoulders, and elevated my heels, as if to prepare myself for the ensuing shock. I could only envision the large tag routinely affixed to bathroom appliances containing the crossed-out picture of children playing with an appliance in the bath tub. I later learned that the appliance and the person must be in the water together to cause a truly dangerous situation. I guess it's a good thing I wasn't standing the toilet when the hair dryer fell. Otherwise, our toilet trouble would be of a whole different nature.

Based on a prior incident involving the hose of a running vaccuum cleaner and a tiolet, I suspected that my hair dryer may still work despite the unsanitary baptism. After four days of "drying," the hair dryer is working perfectly again. (Chris heroically tested it for me, although I insisted that he wear a rubber glove for added protection).

I think we need to start closing the lid...

Butler & Mistress

Sometimes Chris and I dream about life after law school. I dream of traveling. Chris dreams of stuff. Specifically, Chris wants a townhouse with a three car garage and a butler. The butler is not a passing whim, mind you, as his (of course the butler is male) potential usefulness comes up often.

More recently, In response to the rumor that Tiger Woods has been involved in an extramarital affair, Chris sarcastically stated that "a man can't even have a mistress anymore." I couldn't help but respond to his statement in an equally sarcastic and accusatory manner. "So," I said, "You want a townhouse with a three car garage, a butler, and a mistress?"

Geography Lesson

Q: What's the difference between England, Britain, and the United Kingdom?

A: As far as I can tell...

Great Britain: The Island comprised of Wales, England and Scotland.
United Kingdom: Northern Ireland and the island of Great Britain.

If You Have Gas, Don't Come to Class

Yep, that pretty much sums up my evidence class this week. To my silent but deadly neighbor, please stop...please?

Pumpkin Carving

Gina had never carved a pumpkin. She is trying to figure out how to clean out the pumpkin without getting dirty.

I wasn't afraid of getting dirty.

Amber likes pumpkins so much that she eats them.

The finished products.

Posing with our pumpkins.