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Hump Day

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

So, it's Wednesday night and I'm chillin' alone at home. I decided to make my famous spaghetti ragu sauce because I've been eating like shit since Thanksgiving (which was awesome) and even added a bottle of delicious Chianti (which just so happens to be the first wine I ever remember imbibing). I didn't want to turn on the TV because all I do all day is stare at a monitor, but I reluctantly flipped it on to find my favorite sport of all -- college basketball. UNC throughly handled the Worthless Nuts of OSU as Sloopy couldn't quite hang on. Well done, Tarheels.

I can't tell you how excited I am about basketball season. After being at the ND-USC game last Saturday in the crappiest seats I've ever paid for, I'm pretty much ready for football season to be over with. Sure, there's a bowl game coming up and it looks like the Irish might be playing here in sunny California at the Rose Bowl, but as scripture says, "To every thing there is a sesaon," and now it's basketball season. The sad thing is, I haven't even been able to really follow my favorite teams so far this year. The Irish are 4-1 last I heard, falling only to potential bracket-buster Butler, and Louisville is 1-1 after a close loss to the Dayton Flyers. I'm not sure if either team will amount to much this year, but one can sure hope. Even so, it's nice jsut to get to watch college hoops again.

Thanksgiving back in Kentucky was super-sweet and filled with old-fashioned family goodness. It started out a little rough as I came down with a sinus infection a few days before my flight to the Bluegrass. Turns out like the past three years I've come down with something (sinusitis, bronchitis, etc.) right before Thanksgiving, and all three years I've gone to the same doctor. I think next year I'm just going to eat a whole bottle of Flinstones vitamins every day the week before Thanksgiving. Then maybe I'll be well for the holiday. Or if not, I'll have rainbow-colored boot. But I digress.

Got to see Shannon, John, and the nephews, who are now 6 and 4, and 52" and 42" tall, respectively. Much to their chagrin, they were tormented with kisses from Ginger. Uncle Goat might have instigated the whole mess by wrapping up the boys so they couldn't escape their would-be koodie infector. If there's one thing young boys hate, it's kisses. Man; so naive, those boys. They'll learn better someday.

Mom made another delicious turkey with all the fixins one would expect at Thanksgiving (minus the Corn Pudding and Crescent Rolls - what's up with that?). Ginger and I gorged ourselves thoroughly - so much so that we didn't even have anything for dinner (meal was at lunch time). Ginger had made a request for the cornbread stuffing balls Mom is famous for, so Mom made like 36 of them. I think Ginger finished off the leftovers of them by Sunday night. I think that's a testament both to Mom's cooking and Ginger's eating abilities.

I also got to see Grandma and my Uncle Wayne while I was home, which was good since I hadn't seen them since the last time I was home in May. It's amazing how quickly time goes by because it seemed like it was just a month or so ago when I saw them last. Scary. Grandma is doing well, but not as well as she has been. Although, she's 88 years old (to the day, in fact!), so I'd say she's doing pretty damn good!

Now that Thanksgiving's over, I'm back in the groove at work and it doesn't seem too bad. I think the break was just what I needed. And I'm almost done with the Dark Tower series (I know, it's been forever, but I've read other books in between), so that's pretty sweet, too. It's been a pretty sweet night, too, and now I think I'm spent. Sayonara, suckers.

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