Hey, Happy Thanksgiving to all, even though it's over... :)
Well, a crisis was averted (sp?) this week in Ghetto Bowl...thank God for that...nothing like misunderstandings having to do with sarcasm and typing to spice up the life. Fortunately, everyone has made up and all is cool...for now...just kidding, of course. :)
Today was sweet...I was going to get up and go play football, but since I went to the bar last night, I felt like sleeping in this morning. I got up and went to the parents' house...strangely enough I haven't seen them in awhile...talked to Donna, who's in Iowa...she got a raise, which is good...we'll see if that helps make her job better...I don't know. Now, let's see if I get a raise in January!
By the way, my most recent magazine column (appearing in this week's issue of the paper) is ESPN worthy! We send them (as part of a business agreement) their choice of one story and one column from our paper each week, and this week they chose mine. I'm psyched...usually they don't choose editors' columns, because most of our columnists are nationally-known and better reads. But mine wins! woohoo! :)
Hung out with the Pacer cousins...other than the ones in Texas...I get a kick out of how with me and Willie, it's just Simpsons quote after Simpsons quote. And it's funny as hell. For us, anyway. Did the typical Thanksgiving bowling thing...I actually did well until they started blasting the music...of four games, I only had one really crappy game.
I wish I didn't have to work tomorrow, but the prospect of finalizing my plans to go to Green Bay on Monday (not for the Bears-Packers game though) to play against the likes of Donald Driver and Robert Ferguson in Playstation 2's Madden 2003 for a potential story intrigues the hell out of me. I hope everything goes well. After the drubbing I took at the hands of Troy a bit ago, I handed Tim's ass to him on a platter today in Madden. Got my confidence up. I wouldn't want to walk in and play Donald Driver and have him embarrass the hell outta me.
But we'll see.
Other than that, I can't complain...Gerard's out of town, and quite frankly, I can't stand it most of the time. I don't like being in this house alone at night, because I just don't feel so safe...I'm paranoid, we all know that...but to have to defend all of the possible entryways of a house out in the suburbs on such a big lot that's pretty damned dark just drives me nuts...even with two dogs. I don't lose sleep over it, mind you, but still. It's freaky. There's always this lingering concern.
You have now entered the mind of Andy...go back before it's too late. :)
