We have watched a lot of football this weekend.  I am quite satisfied with that!

The most peaceful times of my childhood, when my family was assembled, happened around football games.  Thus, I grew up with the notion that sitting in front of the TV, watching football was the height of romance.  And if your team wins?  So much the better.  (This is also reason #76 that I am a truly fantastic wife.)

I don’t know a lot about sports.  I know I like watching them.  I don’t really care about the rules.  I know how points are scored, and generally know when is the right time to cheer.  Everything else is just stress and statistics.  I’m only in it for the entertainment.

Other entertainment…we took the boy to see Raiders of the Lost Ark at the IMAX theater today.  I remember seeing it for the first time and thinking Indiana Jones was the coolest man in the world.  Thor saw Indie and said, “Hey, he looks like someone from my Treasure Buddies movie!”  Treasure Buddies being six Labrador puppies who have adventures.

As Papa Jones said, “We named the dog Indiana.”

The movie held up for me, even if the effects didn’t.  It’s a good hunk of action cheese, even if I am still mystified by Karen Allen’s casting.  As a child I didn’t care for her.  As an adult I really don’t care for her.

We also visited a local carnival this weekend.  The weather was perfect, the crowd was light, and Thor was in heaven as he is finally tall enough for bumper cars.  I’ve always wanted to live in a place where there were community events.  I felt very happy and homey, and I was thinking how life is just getting better with age.  I am so delighted for every new year.  I wouldn’t trade my 20 year old body for a day of my 41 year old life.