Christmas has come and gone once again. I really enjoyed the holiday, but once again I found that it passed us entirely too quickly. It was fun just hanging out with my family. Casual observers may find us to be flat-out crazy, and maybe we are, but I think it is all good fun. We really have a good time together. I found many occasions to laugh until I could hardly breathe, and that was the best thing of all for me.
Top quotes of the weekend:
"To Tom, our only biological son, love Mom and Dad." --Tom, ad-libbing the tags as he opened up his gifts.
"Caleb and I just aren't communicating." --Maddie, 5 years old, describing the relationship problems she had been having with her "boyfriend."
"I like my hair to be kept short, efficient, and German. Incidentally, that's the way I like my women." --myself, trying to explain to the women in my family why I won't grow my hair out so that it looks unkempt.
Seriously, what is up with that? It looks plain ridiculous to me. To paraphrase The Big Lebowski (the guy in the wheelchair, not The Dude), "Would you go out trying to find a job looking like that?" Am I wrong? Mind you, my brother Ross can pull it off, but he's 19. I'm 26.
The Nebraska-Michigan game finally goes down tomorrow night at the Alamo Bowl in San Antonio. This matchup hasn't been far from my mind ever since they announced a month ago. I think we can win, but it's going to take our A-game to do it. My new cousin-in-law, John, got me a mini-keg of Coors Light as a Christmas gift. I think I'm going to try to kill that thing during the game. Even now I hear it sitting in the refridgerator, mocking me, crying out to be consumed.
I picked up the latest copy of Men's Health last night. Every guy needs to read that magazine. Slowly but surely I've worked some of the things I've learned from it into my lifestyle, and I couldn't be happier for it. The trick is to incorporate them gradually, I think, rather than trying to put every single suggestion into practice at the same time.
I still haven't figured out what I'll be doing for New Years, although going to Omaha is looking like a possibility. It sounds like there will be a lot of fun stuff going on up there. I have a feeling that it's going to be crazy no matter where I end up. I can sense it in the air.
Currently, I've been trying to think of some New Year's resolutions. I had a fair amount of success with some from last year, and I'm confident that 2006 could be even better. As I flesh them out a bit more, maybe I'll post some of them here.
Yesterday, I went hunting with my dad, my brothers, and Dad's friend Dave. It was a good time. We hunted a huge section of CRP that we had never been to before, and the weather was gorgeous. I'm guessing about 50 hens flushed while we were out there, but only a handful of roosters. Next year could be a different story, I'm guessing. Even so, I still knocked one rooster down. I also accidentally fired at a hen. It flew up in front of me, and in the glare of the sun, it looked like a rooster. Reflexively, I took a "shoot first and let God sort 'em out approach". I missed, but Tom and Ross both shot at it, too. Ross hit it, but he wasn't able to find it. You hate to see a hen get shot down, but even so, it was all pretty funny.
Top quotes of the weekend:
"To Tom, our only biological son, love Mom and Dad." --Tom, ad-libbing the tags as he opened up his gifts.
"Caleb and I just aren't communicating." --Maddie, 5 years old, describing the relationship problems she had been having with her "boyfriend."
"I like my hair to be kept short, efficient, and German. Incidentally, that's the way I like my women." --myself, trying to explain to the women in my family why I won't grow my hair out so that it looks unkempt.
Seriously, what is up with that? It looks plain ridiculous to me. To paraphrase The Big Lebowski (the guy in the wheelchair, not The Dude), "Would you go out trying to find a job looking like that?" Am I wrong? Mind you, my brother Ross can pull it off, but he's 19. I'm 26.
The Nebraska-Michigan game finally goes down tomorrow night at the Alamo Bowl in San Antonio. This matchup hasn't been far from my mind ever since they announced a month ago. I think we can win, but it's going to take our A-game to do it. My new cousin-in-law, John, got me a mini-keg of Coors Light as a Christmas gift. I think I'm going to try to kill that thing during the game. Even now I hear it sitting in the refridgerator, mocking me, crying out to be consumed.
I picked up the latest copy of Men's Health last night. Every guy needs to read that magazine. Slowly but surely I've worked some of the things I've learned from it into my lifestyle, and I couldn't be happier for it. The trick is to incorporate them gradually, I think, rather than trying to put every single suggestion into practice at the same time.
I still haven't figured out what I'll be doing for New Years, although going to Omaha is looking like a possibility. It sounds like there will be a lot of fun stuff going on up there. I have a feeling that it's going to be crazy no matter where I end up. I can sense it in the air.
Currently, I've been trying to think of some New Year's resolutions. I had a fair amount of success with some from last year, and I'm confident that 2006 could be even better. As I flesh them out a bit more, maybe I'll post some of them here.
Yesterday, I went hunting with my dad, my brothers, and Dad's friend Dave. It was a good time. We hunted a huge section of CRP that we had never been to before, and the weather was gorgeous. I'm guessing about 50 hens flushed while we were out there, but only a handful of roosters. Next year could be a different story, I'm guessing. Even so, I still knocked one rooster down. I also accidentally fired at a hen. It flew up in front of me, and in the glare of the sun, it looked like a rooster. Reflexively, I took a "shoot first and let God sort 'em out approach". I missed, but Tom and Ross both shot at it, too. Ross hit it, but he wasn't able to find it. You hate to see a hen get shot down, but even so, it was all pretty funny.
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