Super Bowl Day!!!!!

It's Super Bowl day!!! WHOOOHOOOO!!!!!

As a Seattleite, I'm super excited. As a Seattleite living just north of Denver? Even more exciting. I have a connection to both teams, which has literally never happened, and I'm actually looking forward to watching the game itself, not just the commercials… which has also literally never happened.

Usually, Super Bowl match-ups involve one team I despise (like the Patriots or 49ers) and one team I'm "meh" about. So I root for the team I'm "meh" about so as to not promote evil, obviously.

But in this case? I like both teams! No one is evil! I love Russell Wilson AND Peyton Manning!

It's gonna be a good day!

If you find yourself hosting an impromptu Super Bowl party, here's my list of Do's and Don'ts.

GO HAWKS!!!!!

Super Bowl Party Do's and Don'ts

Here's a Yahoo! article I wrote discussing how to survive hosting the Super Bowl party if you aren't a raging football fanatic.

I be jammin'

Some people spent yesterday watching the absolutely EPIC playoffs (where both of my teams won!)

I spent it doing this...

Canning jam! Raspberry, and blackberry-raspberry, to be precise.

And yeah, I made up the last one. From scratch. And it was delicious.

Domesticity for the win, baby!

I love canning. There's something soothing and comforting about it. It's almost Zen-like for me.

Plus, you end up with beautiful jars of homemade food!

(Next up, salsa. Well, soon, anyway.)

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have school work to tend to. Because the soul-crushing stress is beginning to get to me…

Super Bowled Over

Super Bowl party went well. Turns out, I didn't break it after all!

*whew*

I didn't end up serving the chili, because let's face it, deep-fried man food wins leaps and bounds over anything remotely healthy on The Biggest Football Game Day Ever. But I did serve the crostini, and it was actually quite popular, so one point for chick food!

Plus, the Ravens won, so the homophobic 49ers can SUCK IT!!! (sorry Kelly)

And now we move on to life after football (thank god). Don't get me wrong, I'm okay with football. I'm okay with most sports, in general.

(Except basketball, because I don't understand it)

(And I refuse to watch tennis because it's boring)

(And golf... well, golf isn't really a sport)

I just... well, suffice it to say there is a sense of relief that there will be a space of time that I won't spend my weekend listening to misogynistic, jock-brained announcers who always seem to speak in some version of a yell.

At least, until baseball starts.

(GO MARINERS!!!)

So what does post-football life entail for yours truly? Well, in summary, all the same things as it did before.

Minus the TV yelling at me, of course.

Today both older kids are home from school with fevers, and if we manage to get through the day without them killing each other, I'll consider that a success. Little one is sick too, which makes me sad. He sounds like he smokes three packs a day, which is somewhat amusing but mostly disturbing on a two-and-a-half year old. Besides that I have mountains of laundry, a new week's worth of school work, and a sink full of the remnants of Super Bowl dishes.

Yay for Mondays.

I think I'm doing it wrong

Tomorrow we are hosting a Super Bowl party for a bunch of our friends, and while I am excited because it should be fun, I'm also somewhat irrationally nervous.

"But why Sarah, it's just a Super Bowl party, what's to be worried about?", you may ask.

Because I've never hosted a Super Bowl party, for one. I've only ever been the guest.

And for two, because I'm not sure how to... Super Bowl.

(Yes, I made it a verb. Go with it.)

I'm a chick. I watch the Super Bowl for the commercials. The little men in the tight pants running around jumping on each other? Superfluous, in my opinion.

(Sorry, bro)

Clearly, I'm missing some enigmatic plot point or something, because my idea of Super Bowl food is crudités and other assorted light appetizers, followed by a fresh, healthy meal.

(Yes, yes, laugh it up)

Our actual menu?

A bunch of artery-clogging crap.

Jalapeño poppers, deep fried mozzarella sticks, cheese fries, pizza, and, of course, enough buffalo chicken wings to feed, well, a football team. There will also be chips and salsa and beer, natch.

Being the stubborn girly-girl that I am, I am insisting on making a vegetarian chili so that we have something with actual substance and nutritive value. I'm also making some sweet and spicy roasted almonds, and a sun dried tomato, garlic, and herb crostini.

Because I couldn't resist chick-i-fying Super Bowl Sunday, the manliest day of the year.

See, this is why I'm concerned. I think I broke the Super Bowl....