Sunday, November 29, 2009

Christmas headlock

Well, Thanksgiving is winding down. Black Friday has come and gone. I didn't hear of anybody getting trampled to death at Wal-Mart. The Wal-Mart and Target in my neighborhood seemed only a little busy. Did anybody shop on Friday and most importantly did you get any deals???

I know the roads were clogged, taking by daughter back to school near Philapdelphia 95 was a parking lot While coming back to Charm City, the planes were stacked trying to land at Friendship Airport. You remember that name??? For the young folks in the listening audience, we are talking about BWI airport.

While walking the dogs in the eveing over the break, I noticed Christmas Lights up at some of the houses. Is anybody really ready for Christmas?? Not me. I could use a break maybe for about 2 months. Let's ease into the Christmas season, not rush in like the Ravens defense on a 3rd and twenty. Let's put a headlock on Christmas!

Thursday, November 26, 2009


Happy Thanksgiving, what a great day! This holiday is special to me and probaly my favorite holiday due to a few activities of the day and it's significance. Thanksgiving is about gratitude, being grateful for which you have. I am grateful in no particular order for my family's love, my health and my community. Community to me means the people I associate with and WANT to be around, my house, my place of worship, where I volunteer, where I play.

Okay, I love to eat especially when someone else cooks. Awesome. Turkey is ok, but I really love sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce and the homemade pies! I recently survey facebook friends, people at work, clerks in the Towson stores about what they like to eat, more on that later. What I want to find out is what people do the day after Thanksgiving, do you shop on Black Friday, watch football, visit, take Pepto-Bismo. Do you get food hangovers???

Something to ponder for the day. Thanks to Beth for finding this...Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all...William Faulkner