A Holiday rerun, but the sentiment is all the same:
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First published November 25, 2010:
To celebrate the holiday, I present to you a doodle from my marker board at work.
I was on a *really* long conference call. It was boring. I got distracted.
May you and yours have a fabulous, gluttonous day!
Handy reference guide!
Thanksgiving Seating Flowchart
Image(s) from Tastfully Offensive.
Sunday rolled around and The Good Man and I had something special on the agenda. We had a date with Candlestick Park and a dance with the San Francisco 49ers football team.
The Good Man had attended professional football games in the past, but I never had. I’ve spent much time inside Candlestick, but it was back in the late 90’s, watching my beloved San Francisco Giants get brutalized. The Giants moved to their new yard in 2000 and I hadn’t been to Candlestick since.
I wondered how the ‘Stick had held up over the past eleven years. The answer? About how you’d expect.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
Once upon a time I was a huge 49ers fan (going back to living in New Mexico where they were my team of choice). But over the past decade they kept stomping on my heart over and over, so I had to break up with them.
But this year…with their shiny 8-1 record…I might have been woo’d back to their side.
I think I’ve finally worked out my issues with this guy (that’s the long suffering quarterback, first round draft pick, Alex Smith).
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
I gave up on him when I kept shouting at my television “THROW THE DAMN BALL ALREADY!!!” and he wouldn’t throw the ball. And then he’d get clobbered.
On Sunday, he threw the ball. Oh he threw it, indeed. And he ran it, and he handed it off and did everything a calm, cool quarterback should do.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
Oh, hello Kendall Hunter. Welcome to the end zone.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
This morning, the local sports radio show keeps talking about the amazing atmosphere at the ‘Stick on Sunday.
It was crazy.
Isn’t it always like that?
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
For the non-baseball fans, I hear a lot of talk about how baseball is so slow, there’s waiting around, blah blah blah.
You know what? There is a lot of waiting around in football too.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
But there is an awful lot more blood in football. Yikes.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
I guess that tends to happen when your whole intent, play by play, is smashing into very large people. Our seats were great and I sure did see a lot of men crash into other men. Sometimes I had to close one eye and look away. That’s usually when the guys around me would shout “yeeeah!”
Boys. Hmph.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, Copyright 2011
Football is a crazy sport. A crazy, fun, outrageous, holy cow YEAH baby kind of sport.
In short…I loved it. Seeing it live was really something spectacular.
All photos by Karen Fayeth and subject to the Creative Commons license found in the far right column of this page.
Ok, today’s Theme Thursday word is: gourd
Seems topical, right? Seasonal? A good theme for the beginning of November.
However, I think we’re all struggling with this one. I know I sure am.
So when I’m stuck, it’s time to do a brainstorming session (what the marketing folks call blue-skying).
Here we go… This is random association. Just say the first thing that comes to mind.
Gourd.
Gourds.
Gourdish.
Gourdy.
Barry Gordy
Barry Gordy, Jr.’s son Rockwell.
“I always feeeeel like, somebody’s watchiiing meeeee.”
Paranoia.
Backing vocals by Michael Jackson
That Michael Jackson doctor guy was found guilty.
That whole thing is really weird.
Ok, this is a dead end (wow oh wow….pun TOTALLY not intended).
Back up to “I always feeeeel like, somebody’s watchiiing meeeee.”
Watching.
Lately I’ve been watching that TV show Pan Am
It’s a pretty good show.
Airlines.
Flying.
When did people get so unclassy when they fly? I mean, people will roll their over heavy roller bag (that they can’t possibly lift into the overhead bin) over your foot just to grab at a tiny bag of peanuts.
It wears me out.
Ok, this is going nowhere.
Back it up to gourd.
Gourds.
Cornucopia.
Pilgrims.
Thanksgiving.
Masssssshhhhed poooootatoes…..: droooool :
Ok. Now I’m just hungry.
And I’ve made no progress on the whole gourd issue.
So I’ll leave you with this: A website dedicated to gourds.
And now, at the end of this rambling, shambling blog post dedicated to gourds, on the day after I wrote a whole post about floors, I can only say…..
I must be totally out of my gourd.
Photo by W.P. Armstrong, Copyright 2007, and found on The World of Gourds website.
