Happy Thanksgiving

a little late.

The usual Thanksgiving, more or less.

We drove up to NJ early Thursday morning - very early, to run a 5k with my dad! He ran it in 42 minutes, which is not shabby for a guy who hadn't exercised in 30 years until his triple bypass last spring!

Then a quick stop by the HS football game (to see the marching band...and alumni...I don't march but its fun to make the pit stop)
Followed by the usual Thanksgiving festivities.

Friday we shopping, went out to lunch, and hung out with my parents. They see Princess Charming all the time, but I'm only up there every couple of months, and they (especially mom) miss me :)

Saturday we went to the city for a bachelorette party - a show (with Zach Morris and the brother from Weeds) and then dinner (the blandest Mexican I have ever had...). And we walked around the city like tourists, even though we're all pretty local. Including three journeys through Times Square. Poor planning in my opinion. We did see the tree briefly though (unlit, clearly).
And then home Sunday....to decorate!

and off to the holiday season!

my dream

I may not be a football fanatic, but this guy is now my hero. I'm not a speedy person. I'm not evasive. I'm not small. Neither is he (well, given his career). His job on the field is not really to score in spectacular fashion. In my little rugby life, mine is not either (though forwards in modern rugby ARE expected to score way more than I do, with 2 tries to my 8 year career). But I can dream of having a great moment like this, dream of cherrypicking a pass between the scrumhalf and flyhalf while defending a penalty on our try line, dream of running it all the way down the field (including up the little hill of our city park), DREAM of evading tacklers from the other team and cornerflagging for a try. In this dream, I am also, obviously, much faster than my real life 40 time (::cough::over 7 seconds::cough::) indicates.