A Day of Football and Food (oh and family, too!)
Happy Black Friday to the crazy people who decide to go shopping on this day after Thanksgiving. Hopefully everyone had a great day of fellowship.
Yesterday was the first day off for the School Girl in almost a month as she had been working during the week at her normal 9 to 5 and the weekends at the fitness spa in W'boro. Since we were both so very tired we decided to sleep in late (we were up by 6:30-ish in the morning). Plans for the day included doing nothing, watching football (for me), making mashed potatoes (for the impending wonderment of the holiday) and gorging ourselves on the traditional late November food-stuffs.
Pretty much the early part of the day consisted of me racking my brain wondering if I had played the right guys for my fantasy football league. I know that you women out there don't quite understand it (except for La Hermanna) but you guys are all behind me. I went with a wild card in Joey Harrington and he paid off exceptionally well. On the other hand I flip-flopped on playing Mike Bell and got burned when I called Mr. Bell off of the Denver Bronco bench where he proceeded to go splat. By the way guys, the preceding football information was read as follows by the women: blah blah blah. Can you picture Charlie Brown nodding in agreement to his teacher?
Anyway, I decided that I should clean up really nice which meant removing my Scott Ian (of Anthrax) goatee. I wanted to be presentable to Momma & Daddy School Girl (the in-laws). This was followed up by a stint in the kitchen assisting my chef-like wife with the peeling and the cutting and the washing of the potatoes and the pudding pops and the sweaters (ok, so if you don't read that last part like Bill Cosby it isn't so funny).
We made the enormous trek (5 minute drive across town) to the house of the School Girl's sister (no interesting nickname available at this time) and her husband Randy Marsh. No that isn't his real name but if you have ever seen Stan's dad from South Park you have seen my sister-in-law's husband. Since Momma School Girl had to work we didn't get to partake of holiday sustenance until almost 5 p.m. and everyone was ready to get their grub on.
As you can see, we were in such a hurry to stuff our faces we almost out raced the shutter on the camera. Ok, actually it was the camera phone and they just came out crappy.
Here we see that everyone stops eating so that they can pose for a very loving family photograph. Does this remind anyone of an Army mess hall or prison maybe? Hey when turkey is involved you just have to watch your backs.
Here you see me passing everyone up for my third plate. If this was taken just a few minutes later you would have seen the Sister and I jab forks at each other for the ever-waning plate of deviled eggs. Sure they make you smell like rotting flesh when your stomach starts to reject them but man are they delicious!
We finished the night off like I'm sure every good Christian family does on Thanksgiving. That's right, we watched the Ultimate Fighting Championships on Spike TV. There is nothing better to wind you down from a furious eating frenzy like two grown 300 pound men beating the tar out of each other. It helps me sleep better at night.
Since the School Girl and I had to get up early the next day due to the School Girl going shopping and me to work we planned on going home and going to bed early. Okay, so that didn't happen either. Regardless, we all had a great time stuffing our faces once again as one big happy family. To top it all off, we get to travel to Bama next weekend to do it all over again with my family! My stomach is hurting already.
Yesterday was the first day off for the School Girl in almost a month as she had been working during the week at her normal 9 to 5 and the weekends at the fitness spa in W'boro. Since we were both so very tired we decided to sleep in late (we were up by 6:30-ish in the morning). Plans for the day included doing nothing, watching football (for me), making mashed potatoes (for the impending wonderment of the holiday) and gorging ourselves on the traditional late November food-stuffs.
Pretty much the early part of the day consisted of me racking my brain wondering if I had played the right guys for my fantasy football league. I know that you women out there don't quite understand it (except for La Hermanna) but you guys are all behind me. I went with a wild card in Joey Harrington and he paid off exceptionally well. On the other hand I flip-flopped on playing Mike Bell and got burned when I called Mr. Bell off of the Denver Bronco bench where he proceeded to go splat. By the way guys, the preceding football information was read as follows by the women: blah blah blah. Can you picture Charlie Brown nodding in agreement to his teacher?
Anyway, I decided that I should clean up really nice which meant removing my Scott Ian (of Anthrax) goatee. I wanted to be presentable to Momma & Daddy School Girl (the in-laws). This was followed up by a stint in the kitchen assisting my chef-like wife with the peeling and the cutting and the washing of the potatoes and the pudding pops and the sweaters (ok, so if you don't read that last part like Bill Cosby it isn't so funny).
We made the enormous trek (5 minute drive across town) to the house of the School Girl's sister (no interesting nickname available at this time) and her husband Randy Marsh. No that isn't his real name but if you have ever seen Stan's dad from South Park you have seen my sister-in-law's husband. Since Momma School Girl had to work we didn't get to partake of holiday sustenance until almost 5 p.m. and everyone was ready to get their grub on.
As you can see, we were in such a hurry to stuff our faces we almost out raced the shutter on the camera. Ok, actually it was the camera phone and they just came out crappy.
Here we see that everyone stops eating so that they can pose for a very loving family photograph. Does this remind anyone of an Army mess hall or prison maybe? Hey when turkey is involved you just have to watch your backs.
Here you see me passing everyone up for my third plate. If this was taken just a few minutes later you would have seen the Sister and I jab forks at each other for the ever-waning plate of deviled eggs. Sure they make you smell like rotting flesh when your stomach starts to reject them but man are they delicious!
We finished the night off like I'm sure every good Christian family does on Thanksgiving. That's right, we watched the Ultimate Fighting Championships on Spike TV. There is nothing better to wind you down from a furious eating frenzy like two grown 300 pound men beating the tar out of each other. It helps me sleep better at night.
Since the School Girl and I had to get up early the next day due to the School Girl going shopping and me to work we planned on going home and going to bed early. Okay, so that didn't happen either. Regardless, we all had a great time stuffing our faces once again as one big happy family. To top it all off, we get to travel to Bama next weekend to do it all over again with my family! My stomach is hurting already.
posted by LeBlanc at 6:42 PM
1 Comments:
Yes I have made Bog inspired by you. Love the Thanksgiving pic's I knew you had a sweet side to ya. You will hve to help with mine
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