Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Happy New Year!

The police are out, homicides are down, and the weather is warm, but I'm still glad that I'm not in Times Square tonight!

Here I am in Times Square for New Years 2001 (left) and with other revelers (right; I'm in the blue 2001 glasses).
If you were a Lifetime Movie, what would you be?

This Movie Title Generator is too funny. I'm staring in The Peversion that Love Made. Tee hee.

Link found via Max
An extremely belated Friday Five (after all, with a holiday tomorrow it sorta feels like a Friday...)

1. What was your biggest accomplishment this year? Probably making it to 12/31/02 still employed and with a slightly higher paycheck than 12/31/01

2. What was your biggest disappointment? Perhaps not qualifying for Boston. I didn't prepare as I should have (diet, speed work, strength work), so I wasn't surprised, but was disappointed nevertheless.

3. Will you be making any New Year's resolutions? Yes. This year my resolutions will be clear and measurable action steps, rather than vague goals with no means to achieving them.

4. Where will you be at midnight? Do you wish you could be somewhere else? I'll be at one of two parties on Capital Hill. As I'm still slowing adjusting from Eastern time to Pacific, I might be wishing that I was in bed instead of out. My goal for tonight is to be fun but low-key.

5. Aside from (possibly) staying up late, do you have any other New Year's traditions? Not really. My parents always cook a big holiday meal on New Years Day with black eyed peas, but I don't follow that tradition at home.

Monday, December 30, 2002

Find Tao

It's the true story of a guy who left corporate America (and the cube next to mine) to travel the country in a VW Vanagon, to discover a little more about the true meaning of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Glenn's done some great stuff to his web site. I highly recommend checking out the site; it's a great read with some terrific photos.
Back to work

Big sigh. I was dreading a bit coming back to work. I can't remember the last time I was out for a week, and was expecting to have to jump back in with both feet since my manager and the big boss are in the office this week. Fortunately, however, they are also spending the day working through the inbox, exchanging holiday stories, and working up New Years Resolutions. So it's been a nice, slow, meeting free(!!) day.

Resolutions... I've got a pretty good draft of them right now. Perhaps going public with them (well, as public as this blog is) will help me stick to them for a bit longer. One of them will not be the usual "lose 20 pounds." Not because I don't need to (although my mom was nice enough the other day to say that she didn't think I needed to), but because it's become meaningless through repetition.

Thursday, December 26, 2002

Snow Monsters

On Christmas Eve, Michael (my sister's boyfriend) occasionally stepped out on the deck for a cigarette. As the snow began to accumulate, he began making mini-snow people. By the end of the night, there were three little snow people with faces made of cloves. It continued to snow all Wednesday morning, so the snow people flourished on Christmas Day. This morning, however, the sun came out and the temperature is rising to the low 40's. The snow people have begun to look like Dali-esque snow monsters.

Tuesday, December 24, 2002

If there isn't a place to go... let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

I don't need to dream of a white Christmas this year; we've got one. Fortunately we're all here safe and sound (a few of the presents haven't arrived, but printing the Amazon picture works quite effectively).

Happy Christmas!

Monday, December 23, 2002

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays....

After a (thank goodness, direct) red eye flight from WA (Seattle) to WA (D.C.), I arrived safe and blurry into Fairfax VA this morning at ~ 6:30. My mom picked me up and we proceeded to stop at half the stores in the county (it's relatively traffic-free for NOVA today) for next-to-last-minute errands, only to find that Hechts (department store) was the only store open before 8 am. I arrived at my parents' house to find it in its usual pre-holiday craziness: tree half decorated, "Wrapping Station USA" in full force in the dining room, decorations everywhere, holiday cards still unwritten, the Grinch in my dad's chair with Curious George on the couch, fridge bursting, with gift cookies and treats all around. Every time I visit, I learn a lot about why I am the way I am. I was feeling pretty bad about not even having started my holiday cards, until I told my mom about my lack of progress. She's happy that we can spend some time over the next few days writing out cards together, listening to the local classical station's Christmas music, and sharing addresses from our excel label files. We both write newlettes and hand write notes in each card, which is part of the reason they are usually mailed post-Christmas. Tomorrow: more holiday cards, lunch with Dad in downtown D.C., and sightseeing at the National Botanical Gardens. But, no more shopping!! For the first time since I can remember, I'm not making a Christmas Eve mall run. Yeah!!!

Saturday, December 21, 2002

It's the Reason for the Season

Happy Solstice!

Friday, December 20, 2002

My problem...

... is that I can recognize when a word is misspelled, but not know the correct way to spell it, and be too lazy (read apathetic) to correct it. And yet still look at posts and be a little embassed at my spelling ineptitude. Oh, well.
The Friday Five is back

1. What holiday or holidays do you celebrate this time of year? I celebrate Christmas, although I don't believe in the religeous part. I am just beginning to observe and celebrate solstice, because I feel that it's more fitting.

2. What was the best gift you have ever received? I really can't think of anything. Not that I haven't received great gifts, just no one really stands out above the others.

3. What was the worst gift you've ever given? Nothing, I suppose. For several years, it was hard getting my sister something that she wanted. I'm not sure if I've gotten better at that yet.

4. Where will you be celebrating the holidays? Are you hosting? Going away? I'm traveling to my parents' house in Virginia. I'll arrive in NOVA Monday morning, where I'll stay through Thursday morning. I'm sure my mom and I will do some D.C. sightseeing on Monday or Tuesday. On Thursday we'll drive down to my parents' house near Montross VA, in the Northern Neck. They're building a major addition to their little house on the water, so it will be interesting to see how things have changed since I last visited in July.

5. If you could spend the holidays with someone who isn't around, who would it be with? Why? I'll be celebrating with my immediate family: parents, sister, and sister's boyfriend, but would enjoy seeing more of the extended family (grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins). We haven't spent Christmas with them since I was a kid, but lots of family does make things more festive (and more hectic).

A, ahem, pressing dilema

The other day I was out to lunch with a few of my peers and my manager from work. As we were leaving the restaurant, another women from the team and I went to the ladies room. I walked in first, noticed that there were two stalls, both occupied. The one stall that was not wheel chair accessable appeared to have someone changing within, so I queued up next to the handicap stall. A couple of other women (my co-worker and a stranger) were waiting behind me. The door to the handicap stall was opening just as a women in a wheelchair entered the bathroom. Of course, there was no apparant progress in the other stall.

What should I have done?

When I left the restaurant and posed the question to the men waiting for us to leave, they all agreed that I should have waited for the woman in the wheelchair to use the restroom and I should have waited for the other stall, or for her to finish in the wheel chair accessible stall. I just asked a co-worker and his opinion was that to have waited would have given her special treatment that was probably unwanted (she could wait like everyone else to use the stall).

So what did I do?

I took the expedient path and used the first available stall. I was also extremely quick. When I was done, my co-worker let the woman in the wheelchair use the stall (the other stall was still in use), but said that I was not out of line in my actions. (She later said that she knew that she would take a while since she was wearing overalls under a sweater).

I feel like I did the right thing, but still feel the tiniest twinge of guilt.

Thursday, December 19, 2002

LOTR Two Towers review

was here and now it's lost. Grrr....

Update: Instead of rewriting my review, you can read Jeff's (warning, contains spoilers), which I agree with 95% (I thought there was a bit too much of Arwen in this one, too).

Wednesday, December 18, 2002

It's LOTR Day! It's LOTR Day!

Monday, December 16, 2002

Party snacks, revisited

For those who have been waiting with baited breath to hear, our party was a success. Once we put the living room back together, it looked fantastic with its newly painted red walls. With the Christmas tree, pointsettias (sp?), candles, evergreen garland, and stockings hanging by the chimney with care, the house looks and smells wonderfully festive. The food turned out very well, particularly the cheese ball. It was indeed a ball and not a log. It also wasn't really that cheesy, and was comprised of cream cheese, Old English cheese spread, blue cheese, and spices and rolled in chopped parsley and pecans. We also had squash soup, mulled cider, eggnog, trifle, stuffed mushrooms, and 'lil Smokies (we had to have something was low effort). I won't mention how much cream and eggs were used in our kitchen over the last week.

One slightly bizarre event occured at the party. I was reaching into a kitchen cabinet to grab some mugs, and felt a sharp prick on my hand. I pulled my hand out and a wasp was attached, still hanging by his stinger at the base of my thumb. I've been stung a few times by bees as a little kid, but never by a wasp. It stung most of the night and today is annoyingly itchy. I don't even want to think about what a wasp was doing in our kitchen cabinet in December. I hope his friends don't try to avenge his sticky death (squished in the sink).
Will the real Tricia please stand up

Following Jeff's lead, I decided to do a google search on my first and last name. Unlike Jeff, I had 27 pages of results. I looked at a couple of them, and only found one that was actually me: results of a 10K I ran in Richmond, April 2000 (it was a great race for me, too, sub 48 minutes). There is a woman of my name who has run in many races: running, mountain bike, and triathalons. She's only a few years older and lives in Virginia. Small world.

So I received my first hostile post this weekend. To paraphrase Oscar Wilde, the only thing worse than getting blog comments is not getting blog comments. Or something like that.

Friday, December 13, 2002

It may be evil and against all that I believe...

... but I knocked out about 1/3 of my xmas shopping yesterday at Amazon and avoided carrying gifts on cross-country flights and the nasty seasonal mall crush. Was it worth the potential erosion of privacy and civil liberties? The road to Hell is paved with little comforts, compromises, and conveniences.

Speaking of which, I heard a great analogy on NPR this morning: SUV owners who want better gas milage but value their comfort, cargo space, etc, more are like people who want to lose weight and yet don't want to diet. I think I resemble on one of those groups of people right now...

Thursday, December 12, 2002

Killer cheese log

For our party on Sunday, I decided to make a cheese log. I've never made one before, but know that my mom always made one for parties which was "an entertaining standard," so I asked for the recipe. The ingredients were fairly straightforward, with the exception of a spice called Accent. I did the bulk of the party grocery shopping last night and picked up my bottle of Accent. I brought it home, and decided to sample a little bit in the peanut sauce I was making for dinner. I then read the label. Three guesses as to what Accent really is. Hint: it's 3 letters. Yup, Accent is a brand name for monosodium glutamate, a substance to which I am sensitive.

The FDA isn't sure that MSG is really that bad. Others are very clear about what they see as the dangers of MSG. All I know is that I won't be adding it to the cheese log or eating that second bowl of kimchi flavored noodles that's in the pantry. On further reflection, I don't think that I'll be eating my MSG-laced leftovers for lunch today, either.

Perhaps I'd get more party RSVP's if I advertised it as "MSG free."

Wednesday, December 11, 2002

"It's just the holidays... all of that chocolate eating..."

So did a little holiday stress exhibit itself in yesterday's RSVP post, or was it just my true neurotic, controlling nature coming out in a nasty way? A little bit of both, I suppose. Funny thing is that I was speaking with my manager about an hour after posting and he told me that was fairly certain that he and his wife wouldn't be able to make it, but if they did, they wouldn't eat any of the food, so that I knew how many to plan for. It's like he read the post (when I know that he didn't... or did he?)

The official holiday fattening up at the office began the week of Thanksgiving. Anyone who works in an office knows the drill, but here's the lowdown, for those who haven't had the pleasure.

I leave to get coffee, use the ladies room, etc, and walk past the fridge / counter area and see pie / cake / cheese ball (yesterday it was doughnuts). I let out a quiet groan. Returning to my desk, I grab a sliver of whatever is there (after all, I just had a fruit smoothie for breakfast and am getting a little peckish). I then hear a chorus of "who was bad" "who was the evil person who brought in doughnuts" "oh, there goes my diet" "ooh, breakfast" and maybe, just maybe, a "thanks for bringing this in." The person who brought the treats pretends that she believes that she is being nice. Afterall, everyone likes treats. Everyone moans and complains, but we still eat the treats. The problem is that while I eat the doughnut/pie/cake, I'm not really enjoying it. I'm really thinking about work or home and how uncomfortable my clothes are getting. It then takes about 10 minutes for me to feel puffy and slightly sick to my stomach from the sugar. I then think about the fact that I have to slide into a dress and control top pantyhose in a few evenings for a holiday party and how bad I'm going to look in the get up. Now I'm really not enjoying the doughnuts. Lunchtime I've blocked out time in my calendar to go for a run, but I'm still feeling puffy and sick from the "treat," so I'm "too busy" to go out and exercise. This doesn't make me feel any better. Mid-afternoon, any treats still left re-emerge from the fridge / wrappings. I resist for a while, but at 5 pm as others are leaving, and I still have some work to finish up, I grab another bite cause lunch was 5 hours ago and I'm getting hungry. I get home and eat more than I was planning to for dinner, with perhaps a snack. After all, I've already blown it with the doughnut earlier. Might as well start fresh tomorrow.

It's the next morning, and I'm resolved to eat better, but still feel a little bloated from yesterday's sugar/salt/alcohol fix. There's lemon pie sitting near the fridge. The cycle continues.

This is why Americans gain 5 - 10 pounds over the holidays. It doesn't help that it's dark until past 8 am and gets dark again at 4 pm. Not too exercise inspiring.

I'm really going to eat better and run today, though.

Tuesday, December 10, 2002

RSVP = I don't care what your excuse is, just tell me whether or not you're coming to my *&$% party!

We're having a Holiday Open House this Sunday afternoon. We've invited about 60 people (I can't figure out who not to invite from work, so invite "the whole class"), and only about 20 of them have responded. Responding is pretty easy, too, since the invitation is on evite. I would just like to know if I should have snacks and drinks for 10 or 20 or 50! We're going to be cooking up some tasty appetizers, hot and cold, savory and sweet, so it's nice to make sure that we have enough, but not so much that we're throwing away leftovers.

Speaking of throwing away party leftovers, my housemate (USNA grad) invited several of his co-workers who graduated from the service academies over to watch the Army Navy game on Saturday. I'm not sure if it was a spontaneous thing, but he told Jeff and me about it via cell phone the night before (we were all out fairly late, not together). He said there would be 4-5 people over. My biggest concern was whether there would be room for me on the couch, but was also curious to see what Dennis would do to entertain these folks (I would have gone on a minor shopping and cooking spree to prepare). Turns out the guests brought all of the snacks and beer. There were a total of 6 of us (the 3 housemates and 3 guests) and we had: 2 bags of tortilla chips with 4 kinds of dip, 1 dozen subs, cut in half, 2 cases of beer, and 2 gallons of homemade chili with a block of cheese, onion, sour cream and crackers to eat it with. I think there was another kind of dip and crackers that never made it out of the grocery bag, too. The leftover chili went home with its chef, but at the end of the game we were the lucky recipients of 2 half eaten bags of chips, about half of the dips, about 15 half-subs, and most of the case of MGD that no one wanted to drink. Did I mention that we ate all of these snacks from 9 to noon Saturday morning?

If anyone is in the Seattle area and wants to attend an open house on Sunday, or come over any time before then for subs and MGD, come on by. Just be sure to RSVP first.

Monday, December 09, 2002

Trail Note
I went for my first run in over a week yesterday evening. It was only 5:15 and it was dark. I mean dark dark. I just jogged the short loop around the top of my hill (probably the only place that I'd run unafraid in the dark dark). It was great seeing all of the holiday lights that were up. There's something about seeing a home's lighted windows from a wintery night outdoors. Each one looks so homey, I would expect to see a scene from a Norman Rockwell portrait happening inside.

I felt pretty good running, by the way, despite my lack of recent milage. Well, I didn't feel good, but felt like I was keeping up a decent clip.
2002 in 20

Setting: Seattle, all year!
Spent: snowboarding, running, cooking, imbibing
Milestones: started blog, old friend new relationship, enter Eowyn, finished marathon

Try summing up your year in 20 words. Link found via Kris and Kris

Saturday, December 07, 2002

Miracle of miracles

Navy won.... BIG!

Friday, December 06, 2002

Stand Navy down the field, sails set to the sky.
We'll never change our course, so Army you steer shy-y-y-y.
Roll up the score, Navy, Anchors Aweigh.
Sail Navy down the field and sink the Army, sink the Army Grey.

The Army Navy game is tomorrow (Pearl Harbor Day). My grandfather went to West Point, USMA '38. My father (his son) went to Annapolis, USNA '68. Let's just say that their rivalry made those games very memorable for me. They had an annual bet on the game that was only $10, but the loser had to give the money over on his knees and say "go Navy, beat Army" (if it was Army that lost, or the other way around). I've only been to a few of the games, but my parents go almost every year. I got this story from an email forwarded through the family, and although a little long for the blog, I think it's pretty meaningful (and it ties in Duke hoops).

Throw Away the Records, Army-Navy Always Matters

AOL Exclusive

Every year, the questions are the same: Why should a football game between two bad teams matter? Why, I have been asked over and over again the last few days, am I all pumped up about going to a game between two teams who are a combined 2-20? Army-Navy, the cynics say, has become irrelevant.

I have two different responses when these questions come up: Have you ever been to the game? I know the answer, because NO ONE who has been to an Army-Navy game will ever say that it doesn't matter or that the teams' records render the game un-important. Once you have been in the stadium and gone through the experience, once you have witnessed those five minutes after the final gun when the teams stand together for the playing of the alma maters, you will never again wonder about the won-lost records of the Cadets or the Midshipmen.

Beyond that I say this: I would much rather care about a game involving young men who have volunteered to defend our country, who might at some point be asked to die for our country, than about a game that involves people who steal checks or shoes or have boosters filling their pockets with everything from cash to cars to women. (Okay, women and cars don't fit in your pocket, but you get my point).

I don't say this to bash other rivalries or to claim that the passion of the players on the field or the fans in the stands is greater at Army-Navy than at other rivalry games whether they be Ohio State-Michigan; Alabama-Auburn; Harvard-Yale or Williams-Amherst. All great rivalries for different reasons with differing traditions. But Army-Navy is unique because as much as the players want to win the game--and they want desperately to win it, believe me--their is a bond between them that simply doesn't exist in other rivalries.

You will never hear anyone from Army or Navy talk about hating the other team or the other school or the other players. You will never hear a player from either team put down the opponent. In fact, once they get away from, the "field of friendly strife," there are bonds between the players on both sides that often lead to lifelong friendships. Only Cadets can really understand what it is like to be Midshipmen. Only Midshipmen can understand what it is like to be Cadets.

One of my favorite stories about Army-Navy doesn't involve football or a game between the two schools. It involves a 1986 basketball game between Navy and Duke. The Midshipmen, led by David Robinson, had improbably reached the Eastern Regional Final of the NCAA Tournament that year and found themselves matched against Duke, coached by Army Captain (retired) Mike Krzyzewski, West Point Class of 1969.

In the locker room prior to the game, Krzyzewski talked to his team about the opponent as he always does before a game. He said very little about their offense, their defense or even about Robinson. "I want you guys to understand something," Krzyzewski said. "There is no group of players in the country I respect more than the players in that other locker room. There is no way any of you can understand what they have gone through and how amazing it is that they are in this game. Every single one of them is a remarkable person. I know that without every having met them."

He paused. "Now, I want to tell you one more thing. If you don't go out there and kick their butts for 40 minutes, don't even bother coming back in here. Because they're Navy. I'm Army. I do not accept EVER losing to Navy."

That is Army-Navy. There is no one you respect more. There is no one you want to beat more. That's why there is simply nothing like it.

Is it disappointing that both have such awful records this season and have been equally awful for three seasons now? Absolutely. Are players, coaches, administrators and alumni losing their minds trying to figure out how to improve, how to at least be able to compete with baby brother Air Force, which as dominated both of them for the last 20 years?

You bet. Navy fired a coach last year and expects major improvements very soon from the new coach. Army's coach in his third season and if he doesn't show marked improvement next season, he will be an ex-Army coach when the season is over.

But for this one day, the records simply don't matter. They will matter again soon, but not on this day, not during this game. Bob Sutton, who coached at Army for 17 years--eight as an assistant, nine as the head coach--explained Army-Navy best. "Other games are played for today," he said. "Army-Navy is played for forever."

Every Army-Navy game, regardless of records, is played for forever, because that's how long they will be remembered by everyone involved from players to family to coaches to alumni to fans to media. In other rivalries, the records DO matter. Florida-Florida State just wasn't as important this year as it is when the teams are both involved in the national championship picture. Notre Dame-USC was a whole lot more significant this season than it was a year ago when both teams were sub-.500. Army-Navy always matters for one reason: it is Army-Navy.

When the corps of cadets and the brigade of midshipmen march on the field prior to the game, we see something special. Not just because we are seeing young men and women who will soon be defending our country, but because we see ourselves at our very best. We see what we are when we are willing to sacrifice everything for what we believe to be right and just and fair. It may be corny, but it is also true.

And when the teams stand together for the playing of the alma maters, understand that there's no moment quite like it in sports. There is nothing quite like seeing athletes who have just spent three hours giving everything they have to try to beat one another, standing at attention out of respect for one another. The winners cry on the losers shoulders and the losers cry on the winners shoulders.

Then, they walk off the field together. They enter as opponents. They leave as comrades.

There just isn't anything like it. Period.

Wednesday, December 04, 2002

Deja Vu

I'm watching West Wing (rerun, but one from earlier this season that I haven't seen) and the political situation is one that I actually participated in on the bridge of an aircraft carrier in 1996. For me, it meant a missed visit to Austrailia. What did it mean to the state of the world today? Interesting....
I'm a Hemo-Failure

I tried to give blood today, and once again, didn't make it past the screening process. They gave me a sticker to wear with the words "I tried, have you?" surrounding a bright red drop. This is to indicate to people that either I have lived in Africa, have low iron levels, have tested positive for a sexually transmitted disease, or have exchanged money or drugs for sex.

I'm wearing it now; I like to keep people guessing.
It's that time of year again!!

You know it, baby!!

Tuesday, December 03, 2002

A Short Quiz

Rage Against Destruction is:

A. A program to educate youth about anti-violence
B. Thinly veiled evangalists in schools
C. Just a big party where you get free stuff
D. The new band formed by Chris Cornell (Soundgarden vocalist) and Tim Commerford, Brad Wilk, and Tom Morello (from Rage Against the Machine)

Quiz based on story on NPR's All Things Considered

Monday, December 02, 2002

A Tale of Two Bicycles

One Sunday afternoon, two Seattlites decided to take their bicycles to the East Side (of Lake Washington) for a ride. It was the end of a long weekend full of eating, cooking, and household projects, and they were eager to get a breath of fresh air, some exercise, and possibly stop by a holiday event or two.

One of our cyclists, however, was feeling a little cranky. She was anticipating an evening ahead spent painting and felt that the weekend had been a bit heavy on the project time and little light on her "me time." She realized, however, that once she got going, she'd be glad that she went on the bike ride. So the two loaded their bikes on the car's roof rack and began their quiet (she was still sulking) drive east.

Sure enough, once the two were a mile or so into the ride the silence melted away and they enjoyed the ride, chatting of cabbages and kings (well, not really), holidays and cycling. They traveled through a local park, rode (skirted, actually) the velodrome, noted the climbing wall for future visits, and took a few photos.

They were on the return trip, little more than a mile from the car, when the ride headed downhill (not literally) fast. She was not an experienced road cyclist and was uncomfortable riding too close to other bikes. He was a more skilled and savvy rider, and thought that he knew how to help her get over her fear. They steered their bikes closer to each other. "Look," said the young Lance Armstrong, "you can push me and I won't fall over." Sure enough, pushing and shouldering each other did not bring them down. She lost confidence, however, wobbled her front wheel, and next thing you know, something caught on something else, and she was going down, her strangled scream of fear and warning filling the air. He only lasted upright a few seconds longer and soon they were in a pile on the trail.

They quickly stood up and took stock. A few bruises, scrapes, a sore wrist and a flat tire were the extent of the casualties. She was shaken and shed a few tears. He rode ahead to get the car while she walked her bike the few hundred yards to the meeting place. Back in the car, they both appologized, and decided that an eggnog latte (first of the season) would help them feel better. Still a little puffy from crying, she suggested finding a Starbucks with a drive-thru. Enamoured of the drive-thru espresso experience, he readily agreed. It didn't take them long to find one (this is Seattle, remember) and soon they were placing their order and driving up to the window to get their....

Uh oh.

They had forgotten about the bikes on the roof rack and one of them had gotten stuck to the awning over the drive-thru window. Fortunately, the damage to the awning was cosmetic and the Starbucks employee had a sense of humor about the whole incident. It seems that this had happened before... They extricated the bike, paid for the coffee and quickly drove off. Okay, so they had to wait a few more minutes for the lattes to be ready. This isn't McDonalds, after all.

Thus ends my tale of lakes and lattes, bikes and bruises. A true story of the modern Pacific Northwest. All concerned are a little sore, but know that they will fall with more confidence the next time.

By the way, those eggnog lattes sure were good. :0)
Thanksgiving Photos!

Courtesy of Jeff's new digital camera

the Bibles

the hosts (far left and right)

the guest of honor, before and after