YouTube - Best Wedding First Dance
Classic...this made me laugh the entire way through. Definitely something that should be done at every wedding!
Friday, November 23, 2007
So on the night before Thanksgiving I was driving out to my parents house to spend the night. My Mom has this crazy rule that all her children have to wake up on Thanksgiving morning smelling turkey. So, it was late, and I was tired from the long day. As I was pulling into our driveway, I noticed what I thought was a sack of trash laying in the middle of the driveway. I drove out around "the trash" and started to roll my window down when all of a sudden I was looking into the eyes of a HUGE turkey. Obviously he was taking a rest from being a fugitive turkey attempting to evade inevitable death of being a main course at dinner the next day. But, little did he know that I almost flattened him with my car. I was thoroughly amused as I watched the little guy scramble away across my grandparents yard. It was to good story to pass up for a blog entry.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I know it seems absurd to dedicate an entire post to sleeping, but it seems that I don't get enough of it anymore, and I'm starting to miss it. Long hours at work, paired with the hours spent late into the night studying have caused a serious lack of Zzzz's. Sometimes I wonder whether I need as much as my body tells me that I need. But then I realized that if I require 8 hours, why fight it? Snuggling up in my warm flannel sheets, with my favorite blue pillow (shown in this picture), sounds extremly inviting on these cold winter days. I find that my dreams are always strange. And sometimes I wake up wondering if my dream really happened. Hopefully with finals approaching and Christmas break near, I will be able to catch up on some snooze time soon. But, then again I might be out walking in the snow with my dream guy. After all, if I'm going to stay up...it better be as good as my dreams!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
I've had quite a few people tell me that I have an obsession with the Pittsburgh Steelers. Depending on my mood I will simply agree, laugh and tell them that I inherited it from my insane family, or point to each arm and tell which bleeds black and which bleeds gold. I can't really explain the phenomena that has taken over most of my free time on Sunday afternoons. Growing up in an area where it's common to know more about the condition of the QB's health than your own, affects you on a deep level. Not to mention my father's delusion that I was a boy for the first 6 years of my life. Then Josh came along...THANK GOD! There are several photos of me in little boy Steeler clothes, but my mom saved me in most by fixing my hair in pigtails. The only way it can be explained, is that it's more like a BIG family. Even living 5 hours from God's Country, PA when you run into a fellow fan it's like being magically transported back to the Burgh. The dialect comes out, "Yunz guys see that play last week during the Stiller game?" And you find yourself rattling off stats to a complete stranger. I've also discovered a certain level of confidence when talking about my boys. For example, my main boss at work grew up in Cleveland. In the first few minutes after meeting her, I was telling her I had some Brown's toilet paper out in my car, just in case all that frustration from cheering for a pathetic team caught up with her and she needed a good cry. Luckily for me, she didn't realize I was being serious. I know I'll always be a Steeler fan. Even if they never win a game. Just don't be surprised when I jump up and start screaming at the television. Or ask to sit in the same seat I was in during the first half, because the team was playing better then. It's an act of faith for a good fan. Oh yeah, and all Burgher's know fans never wear sleeves under their jersey. Other than that come on over and enjoy the game!