Details and pictures to follow. I just made a haul that I cannot begin to comprehend just yet. All I have to say is that thank God the sample size happens to be my size.
What do you wear to a Thanksgiving surrounded by fitness nuts? They don’t eat carbs and critique everyone’s bodies. I’m pretty sure its my own personal Thanksgiving hell. I’m used to sitting around in sweats with other people in sweats, eating until we pass out, then waking up and doing it again. I MUST wear an elestic wasteband, but I need to do it in a way that doesn’t scream “I am about to eat my weight in gravy.” These people don’t even make mashed potatoes. And I’m 99% sure they will all go for a run after they eat. This makes me very uncomfortable.
The only upside to this is while they are out running off those calories, I will be microwaving one of those personal mashed potato cups and scarfing it all down then slipping into a turkey coma before they get back.
I’m in charge of the greenbean casserole, so I’m contemplating sneaking a layer of potatoes in there so nobody notices.
Wish me luck.
Thanksgiving (11/26): Hilton Head
Conference Champ Game: TBA and probably not likely unless ECU chokes
Bowl Game(12/19): Florida
Christmas (12/23-29): Nebraska
New Years (12/31-1/2): Myrtle Beach
Ski Trip (1/16): Asheville
Oh boy. My wallet is in for a beating. Sorry new job, I tend to travel a lot during the holidays.
But don’t worry, once the holidays end…well, I guess thats when baseball season starts, so I will be gone a lot then, too.
But definitely don’t worry after that, I’ll be…oh wait. Then I’m getting married.
Well, thanks for hiring me. I’ll be good and ready to work full time next September. Almost a full year later.
I love candlelight.
This is what I want my wedding reception to look like. Its beautiful.
This is what my fiance gets in turn for buying me a new Macbook. Nice tradeoff huh?
Sometimes learning harsh realities in life are what make you appreciate your blessings the most. People can beat you and batter you and bruise you, and its then that your truest of friends come filtering through. They stand by your side. They tell you its going to be okay. They help you remember who you are.
Some friends come and go in life, others become a part of you. And without that part, you can’t be the complete version of yourself. I spent the first part of this day deflated, hurt, and alone. And because I have people in my life who genuinely love me and support me and stand by me, I have a full heart. This experience has opened my eyes. It has made me realize not to take those closest to you for granted. Its those people that stand next to you when you are balled up on the floor crying that you value the most. Its easy to be a friend with everything is fun and going smoothly. Its when the going gets tough that the real friends rise above the rest.
Somehow, I am lucky enough to be marrying one of these people. And the others will be to the right of me while I do so.
These are the reasons why I don’t like going to the market.Almost swayed me over to vegetarianism.
EWWW.
My Nebraska pride grows more and more each day. Only in my home state do we slap a big fat sticker on our nasty meat products to claim what we are best at.
Last night my friends and I had an all out Skee-ball tournament. At a bar. During a concert. We created a single elimination bracket on the back of an ATM receipt. I, of course, got a bye in the first round because up until that point I had dominated everyone. I then lost in the second round. But my fiance prevailed. He ran through 13 people without even breaking a sweat. And now we have that receipt bracket at home in a frame.
Oh the joys of hanging out with any entire athletic department filled with competitive sports-minded people.
Next week its Golden Tee.
