Thanksgiving

Megan and I are now enjoying a relaxing evening at Curt and Bonnie's pad. Curt and Meg are making pumpkin pie and egg nog, respectively. Earlier, I helped Curt get some shampoo. Meg is supposed to cut away some of his Gumby-like hairdo. That should be fun.

Just a couple more weeks of classes and then I will have a degree, a wall to put it on, and hopefully, some money to pay for the wall. Gotta get me a job. Frankly, the job would be better than the degree. Wait, why am I in school? Oh yeah. The circle of life.

I'm working on a project for programming. I'm working on a project for government accounting. I'm working on a project for strategic management. All these things are due next week. Sheesh. Not much room for loving turkeys and all that. But priorities aside, I hope to watch the Seahawks play Dallas tomorrow. And by "play" I mean "lose horribly to." Man oh man, not a good season this year.

Let's see. What am I thankful for? I'm thankful for my family, of course. Mostly the wife who puts up with my fingers in her nose. But also for my sister who needs to get cured, and her family who supports her. Also for Mom who's put up with all sorts of kids' fingers in kids' noses for years. Also, I'm thankful for the other one. What's his name? Oh yeah. Joel. Joel, who should come up to Oregon to celebrate the fascinating occurrence we call "weather." I'm also thankful for accounting, as strange as that sounds. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and I wanna be sure to classify it as a current asset. Or a long-term liability. We'll see where that goes. Speaking of which, I'm thankful for my dad who had a pretty swinging Thanksgiving last year. In fact, it was a year ago that we saw Taj Mahal at a swinging bar in Seattle. That was a pretty cool Thanksgiving.

But back to this year. Blast it, I got no more words. The house smells of cinnamon and nog. I hope your turkey is warm and your hearts warmer.