A Peanutty Thanksgiving

It's time again for another holiday favorite, "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving". As I've said before, it's not a holiday without a Charles Schulz special. I recommend you head out to the video store and rent it if you don't have it already.

Now as you watch it this year, there are some things I'd like you to take note of:
1) Notice how Franklin (the black kid) greets Charlie Brown with a soul hand shake.

2) Why do they make Franklin (the black kid) sit in the broken chair?
3) Why does Franklin (the black kid) have to sit on the other side of the table by himself?

4) Who is that Peppermint Patty trying to kid, acting like she's into Charlie Brown. She's obviously a dyke. Look what she's wearing. Check out that short hair. And she sounds like a teenage boy.

Oh, and it cracks me up that they have toast, popcorn, jelly beans, and pretzel sticks for Thanksgiving dinner.

What Say You?

It's not a Thanksgiving dinner without _________.

For me, it's not a Thanksgiving dinner without baked mac and cheese.

What say you?

Post O' The Week

Today's Post O' The Week is from a random blog I came across and regularly enjoy. Check it out.

Sometimes You Gotta Multitask

Return Of . . . The Curse

Clinton Portis broke his hand yesterday during the game against the Eagles. I think it's the Eastern Motors curse I blogged about earlier.

Oh, and I just heard that the Redskins are going to start Jason Campbell. It's about time.

I'd Like To Get My Picture Took...

Here are the rest of my band pics. These are from high school.

Now, if you'll take a look at my left ear. you'll see the tape holding my glasses together.
Pay no attention to the dark cloud coming at me.

I was such a band nerd that I wanted to play every instrument in the band. Here's a shot of me filling in for the marimba player who was sick during the week that this picture was taken. I actually played my trumpet for most of the show, then for this one song, I would run off to the sideline to play the marimba.

That uniform hat barely fit my head.

...And Put It In My Memory Book

I'm moving at the end of the month, so I've been going through old stuff trying to figure out what to throw away and what to pack and take with me. The other day I came across my old high school band photo album. Well of course, since I like to share with my readers, I fired up the ol' scanner.

Here's a photo of me in my junior high school band uniform. Man, who is that thin kid.
More pics to come.

Da Da Daaaaa . . . The Curse

So, the people over at the City Paper seem to think there's a new sports curse. They call it "The Eastern Motors Curse". Evidently, many of the football players who have appeared on those tacky commercials, famous in the DC area, have ended up with pretty serious injuries this season.

LaVar Arrington - Achilles tendon.
Clinton Portis - shoulder injuries
Carlos Rogers - broken thumb
Another player hurt his ankle during pre-season and was cut

This falls right in there with the ol' Sports Illustrated cover and the Madden NFL game cover curses.

Those guys had better be careful. If they get a career threatening injury, they could lose their jobs. And If they lose their jobs, they lose their credit.

And It's Bad, Bad Barbecue

One of my favorite restaurants is Dixie Bones BBQ in Woodbridge. Oh my God, it's the best. They smoke their meats for hours in a pit. And they also have great sides.

Well, I was out in that area today and, along with Joey and Larry, decided to go to Dixie Bones. But then I remembered that a new barbecue place (Smokey Bones) just recently opened up in Woodbridge. So I changed the outing to the new place. Big mistake.

It was not so great. The disappointment started with the onion rings we got as part of our appetizer. They had salt on them. I don't mean cooked in salt. It was obviously put on after it was cooked, which I didn't enjoy. A good onion ring has plenty of flavor on it's own. Especially when dipped in beer batter.

The other problem I had was the ribs. Same problem. Too salty. I mean, it's barbecue. It's not supposed to be salty. It's supposed to either be sweet or tangy or spicy or all of the above. I actually didn't get to the ribs at the restaurant because I was full. But I did try one when I got home. Luckily I had some barbecue sauce at home to drown out the salt.

I think I will stick with Dixie Bones or the Famous Dave's, which is also in that area.

Happy Birthday To You!

Here is my tribute to the birthday boy.

Happy Birthday Kool Daddy! Me, Barbara, and Kevin in Sleeping Beauty

Stop The Madness

I don't get into politics much and this is the time of year that I always realize why.

Those annoying political ads are getting on my nerves. Actually, it's the negative ones that annoy me. I just want to hear what the candidates will do in office. I'm not interested in hearing candidates spinning facts, digging up old negative crap, or taking clips from an opponents commercial.

If I have to hear another negative ad about Ben Carden and Michael Steele in Maryland or George Allen and Jim Webb in Virginia, I'm going to scream. Sometimes I wonder if the reason why voter turn-out is so low is because all of the candidates look like crooks because of those ads. Enough already! Nov. 7 can't come soon enough.

That's why I say, "Mark Minnick for President!"