This Tastes Like the Civil War.... and other Thanksgiving Musings

I'm trying to break out of the general malaise that is encompassing my blog, so I'll share some recent observations with you.


My cooking reminds one person of this country's bloodiest conflict. (The scary thing is that it may have been a compliment.)

Some people like getting hit in the face with weird things.

22 and 42 are important numbers. However, by tomorrow, 22 will change to 23.

I almost got killed yesterday by a low-hanging power line.

8:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning is not a good time to have a coherent conversation with me.

This year's edition MSU football may have had the worst special teams in the history of collegiate athletics.

Midtown Grill has $1 Blue Moon draft all day.

I have been remiss in not providing a shout-out to good friend that introduced the Michilada to me.

Feel free to add your own.