Hello all, I have made my return to the land of the blog. I hope that you all enjoyed my previous installment, because that is all you are going to get. HA HA HA!...
Moving on, here in the land potatoes and methane gas things are going peachy. I would use swimmingly, because well I use swimmingly too much I have been told. Of course what do my students know anyway.
A few things to note, I haven't had a haircut since before school started and i am starting to grow a mullet, well not really. I am not sure that I could pull off a mullet unless I permed my hair and well I really don't want to harken back to 4th grade when my hair looked like a head of cauliflower. Though if I did get a mullet, I would definately fit in with the white population down here.
Thanksgiving was great, ate some great food, and watched some football. The stuffing and turkey was absolutely incredible, I feel lucky that I married such a great cook. I was responsible of helping construct an apple crisp, that was apple and cinnamon goodness. Mixed with some Tillamook old fashioned ice cream, nummy, nummy in my tummy.
For those who really care, I closed out my career on 2007 NCAA football by winning two consecutive national championships and winning back-to-back Heismans. I threw for over 3,000 yards, ran for 1,500 and had 63 touchdowns in my last season. I was inducted into the North Carolina Hall of Fame. My picture is right next to Michael Jordan. Rather than go on to the pros, I am now the coach at Boise State University. I will take pleasure in waxing the University of Idaho 63-0 every year. Our kid, when born will become older than I.
Chelsey is become less freaked out about pregnant bellies, which is encouraging, because if you hadn't figured it out yet, she is pregnant. No that isn't a beer gut, though I am quite convinced that some of the population here would have no qualms about drinking copious amounts of alcohol goodness while pregnant. I rub the belly, much like people rub buddha for good luck. I am not sure why I need luck, but it has become more about habit. Rub the belly before going to work, rub the belly before eating, rub the belly before watching tv. I didn't rub the belly on Saturday, maybe that is why the Grizzlies lost.
Anyway, I probably should finish up the blog for today. You all read, but you don't comment. I see how you are. That or you are speachless about my ability to weave a tale. Or stunned, and thinking to yourself, "Great googly moogly, that boy aint right in the head" while sipping on your moonshine. --Josh
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