it’s just you and me

The best part of thanksgiving this year, aside from the mountains of food, was my total Wii Boxing domination:

Notice the overly aggressive stance Molly is assuming here. Also notice my calm and confident reaction. She knows what’s coming.

Domination in progress.

Oh, tough break. Better luck next time, kid.

I must’ve played Larry like 30 times. Of those 30, he only got up after the first knockdown maybe 3 times. He gets the gold medal for trash talking, though.

Glory. There’s nothing like listening to your dad talk shit for 30 minutes and then destroying him so completely that he gives up and leaves the room.

Best $250 I’ve ever spent.

More pics at mom’s flickr gallery.

Fucking hell, am I stressed out. I’m almost manic.

This week is Thanksgiving. I have been tasked with procuring a vegetable tray. I need advice: do you normally purchase vegetable trays the day before, or the day of? I don’t want to roll up with wilted broccoli. Failing at such a trivial task would be unacceptable.

On Thanksgiving, many thoughts flow through my head. Of course, I miss the whole extended family thing, but that pain is getting duller. I try to think about what I’m thankful for, which is actually a pretty long list. And, perhaps most importantly of all, I remember Mitch Hedberg:

I hate turkeys. If you stand in the meat section at the grocery store long enough, you start to get mad a turkeys. There’s turkey ham, turkey bologna, turkey pastrami,.Some one needs to tell the turkey, “Man, just be yourself.” I already like you, little fella. I used to draw you. If you had a couple of fingers missing, you would draw a really messed-up turkey. “That turkey was in an accident!”

You are truly missed.

I’ll be in Florida next Monday through Wednesday. Oh what fun that will be. Immediately thereafter I have to start training up to do battle against a somewhat monolithic competitor’s IT department; just me versus their 18,500 employees. Should be fun. It’s a good thing I’m laden with self-esteem and confidence. This will be a breeze.

I drew a picture: