Post-Thanksgiving

Wow, I’m whooped. After a four-day weekend like I just had, man. The weekend officially started on Wednesday night. From that point till about 1:00 pm on Sunday, well, I don’t remember a whole lot of what went on. I know I got drunk twice on both Thursday and Friday. Saturday I spent some quality time (watching TV) with the family since the sister had to go back to school today. By the time Saturday night came around I was just tired. Ended up having four pitchers and going home when the Bucks game was over.

Sunday morning/afternoon I stayed in bed till 1:00. After the weekend I had I needed some recovery time. So what did I do after I got up? Changed the tires on the Jeep and finished raking. Recovery time my fucking ass. By the time I got the polished rims off the Jeep and the stock ones back on my knees were throbbing – both of them because of course I was favoring the bad one. I stood there in my driveway trying to enjoy a cigarette and I just couldn’t do it, I had to sit down. But as I sat there I looked around the neighborhood and it seemed like everyone was taking advantage of not having a Sunday Packer game; everyone was out doing yard work of some kind. I looked around my lawn and noticed quite a few leaves had fallen since the last time I raked so I did that again (and watched the wind blow everything into my neighbor’s yard - he, he). I still need to clean out the gutters but by this time I was done. Not only were my knees throbbing but I was soaked to the skin. I’m not a doctor or anything but I don’t think wearing wet clothes outside when its 35 degrees is a good idea.

After all that I took a shower – man did I need it. The Renter had been watching makeover shows all afternoon (seriously, I don’t get it) so, feeling like a prisoner in my own home I had to pack up the computer and get out. I went over to the parent’s house, figured there wouldn’t be anyone home and pulled up Showtime on Demand. I had seen Four Brothers listed on there before but never had a chance to watch it. If you can stand violence (just shooting and a little blood) I’d seriously recommend the movie to anyone.

(I know I’ve been giving props to movies that are two years old or older. I haven’t really watched any movies in the past three years. Hell, I didn’t even own a VCR let alone a DVD player for two of those years. Just be thankful I’m not doing movie reviews on midget porn.)

Tonight, Sunday night, well, there isn’t much going on. The Eagles and Patriots play at 7:15 central time but fuck, the Patriots are favored by 22 points. What kind of a game will that be? (Now watch, I’ll go to bed at halftime as planned and the Eagles will make a fourth quarter comeback and pull off a win. By the way, did you catch the third/fourth quarters of the Bears/Broncos game? I didn’t think they’d ever stop scoring.)

As it is I have to take off. The parent’s have a cat and wouldn’t you know it, I’m allergic to cats. At least the reaction isn’t as bad as when I down a glass of chocolate milk. That ain’t pretty.