You would think under such intense conditions, I'd be watching the Monday Night game, but no... it's on cable now. Instead of watching the NFL, I'm watching the AFL. That's right, Australian Rules Football on channel 9-2.
It's been a pretty good game between the Swans and the Kangaroos. The refs have made some pretty bad calls. For example. The ref called a behind for the 'roos, when it was clearly a goal. The other ref made up for that bad call though by awarding a goal to the 'roos, when the guy didn't kick it in time.
Yesterday, we went to grandma's house, and helped set up her tree while Ange studied Chemistry. This is a grainy picture taken on my cell phone of Lincoln and Ella playing in the Christmas Tree box, with their aunt Karen.
This is one of Ange's favorite pictures. It was taken a couple of months ago at her aunt's cabin in Idaho. I think she likes it because Lincoln looks so old and mature.
Angela's grandma (dad's side) died last week. She (Phyllis) was a nice lady, almost queen like, but she was in so much pain. The first time I met Phyllis was in church at the old fifth ward. My dad had moved out by then, but Clark, Ange's brother was being confirmed. I sat next to her grandma, and was doing the usual shaking my leg routine. Before I knew it, her grandma's hand clamps down on my leg. I guess she didn't like the constant shaking. It was more jarring than anything.
I'm glad they moved up to Utah for the last few years of her life, and I'm glad that she got to see her great grandchildren. Until last week, Ella and Lincoln had a higher percentage of great grandparents alive than grandparents. And here's another stat for you. Of the 120 decedents of Ange's great grandma and great grandpa, Phyllis was the first one to die. Ange sure has the long life genes... to bad she married someone seven years older than her that insists on drinking tons of eggnog.
I'd better hurry and see if the Swans pulled this one off.
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