During week 1’s Bears Game, Kim Praser kept track of what occurred in her house while watching the game itself.
Guest blogger Kim Praser
I hope this blog reaches out to those of you who have all of the best intentions to actually sit down and watch a Bears’ game, but some how, some way, life manages to block the pass for you to do so. Here’s what I did, saw and dealt with over the course of this season’s first game.
Starting at kick-off, at noon, my daughter, now referred to lovingly as The Girl, argued with me about sitting down at the kitchen table, and not in front of the television in the basement to eat her plain, skinless grilled sausage on a bun. My son, also now referred to as The Boy, was munching along on his lunch of Ritz crackers, watermelon cubes and a Little Debbie Cosmic Brownie. My husband, aka The Man, was in the basement with his mother watching the game.
At 12:03, I took my chicken-for-the-week and rest of the skinless sausage off the grill. I heard a clap from the basement, the game’s noise from the kitchen’s TV and a third TV from the front room. I knew I asked The Girl to turn it off before coming in to eat, but my request had been ignored, so guess who had to follow through and turn off the TV? Yours truly. As I do this act of environmentally friendliness, The Boy noticed a bird in the backyard. I realized I am half listening: I hear his voice, but in no way comprehending the words. The Man was able to see and hear the starting line up for the Bears’ and Bills’.
By 12:06 I grabbed my phone that needed a charge, and replied to a text message from a co-worker about The Game of Life I need for a lesson tomorrow. Then I heard an odd noise, and looked around to determine what’s out of place. The Girl looked at me and smiled; “Is that you making that noise?” “No, it’s my purse.”
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