Tuesday, November 22, 2011


The BM and his lovely lady are hoppin' on a plane an heading to Atlanta to see the eldest son and family.  Thanksgiving Day is one of my favorites because I do three things, eat, watch football, and lay around and take several naps (if i didn't have to go to the restroom every 30 minutes I wouldn't have to move, I'm still waiting for the invention that can solve that dilemma).  I am REALLY good at all three.

I won't pay attention to the lovely lady and daughter -in-law read through all the ads, make a plan on when they are going to leave and map out their Black Friday.  They will probably start shopping sometime around midnight.  It probably won't surprise you, but I don't get it.  The LL already has her holiday shopping completed and the credit card will only ding, ding, ding on something that no one needs.  But I better not say anything because the LL had has a 3 gig memory of things she says I do that makes no sense and she can rattle them off at warp speed.  So I'll just lean over , take another bite of the turkey sandwich, wash it down with a beverage and nod off again until the announcer on the football game starts hollering on another great play made by the Cowboys.

Now I do like Thanksgiving dinner.  I don't particularly like turkey but I do on Thanksgiving.  I think it is the emotional part of all those grandmother feasts I had when I was a youngin'.  I really like dressing, gravy, green bean casserole, and the pecan pie.  I don't care for cranberry sauce out of can that still has its mold form intact, anything that is encased in some kind of jello, and any salad that doesn't have just ranch on it.  How 'bout you?

BM is concerned about the Bengals game this weekend against the Brownies.  They haven't played that stinker game yet and every team does.  We'll see if the same old Bengals show up and lose one they shouldn't.  I had resigned myself to the fact that this was going to be a rebuilding season and I'd be happy with ANY win they had.  But no, they've played much better than expected and have a real shot at the playoffs as a wild card.  That means I'll start getting angry when they lose a game and that just isn't good for the old BM's heart.  Thus, I'll return from Atlanta on Saturday, go to the game on Sunday, and get way too involved in this silly game.  I'm back to - if they win, my Monday's are awesome, if they lose, I'd just like to sulk and be left alone.

Happy birthday to my nephew Brent.  Take care of that new little one, she's a cutie!!

Hopefully, I'll have time to catch you tomorrow.

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