Happy Thanksgiving!

Yeah, it's a few days late, but I was in the truck with Brad over the holiday so I wasn't able to say it sooner. It was a pretty uneventful thanksgiving this year, which is ok really considering how busy I’ve been lately. I enjoyed having a little holiday vacation, but now it’s back to the grindstone. I thought I would share my school/work schedule with everybody so they know what the heck I’m talking about.


On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays – I get up at 6:10, leave for work at 6:40 and arrive to work at 7:20. I then leave work to go to class from 9:30 to 10:20 then come back to work until 5:00. I then read, do homework, workout etc until 7:00pm when my next class starts (except for Fridays, I get to go home at 5). I get out around 9 or sometimes later and then get home around 10:00pm.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays I get up and go to work at the same time, but I go to class from 8:00 until 9:15 and then work until 5:00pm. On Thursdays I have a lab that starts at 5:30pm and gets out between 8:30 and 9:00pm so I get home a little before 10:00pm. I usually spend Tuesdays catching up on reading/homework and once in awhile some tv. :o)

In case anyone is interested, my final tests start next week – Dec. 7, 9, 10, 14 and 16. Then I am home free for a month! Woo Hoo!!

Here’s a funny thanksgiving story for you:

I hosted thanksgiving at our house a couple of years ago because my mother-in-law and grandmother in-law were going to be out of town, I offered to cook for the rest of the family – father-in-law, sister in-law her two girls, Brad, Bo and myself. The night before, my sister-in-law and I went to the store to pick up some last minute items while Brad and his dad hooked up the new tv. We arrived home and loaded our hands full of grocery bags and headed into the house. I opened the door and stepped up to go into the house and my foot slipped.  I started to fall face first and had no way of breaking my fall because my hands were loaded with grocery bags.  I landed right on my nose on top of the groceries causing a bag of broccoli to explode open. So there I was, lying on a bunch of grocery bags on the living room floor laughing, unable to move because the grocery bags have my arms pinned down. Brad’s dad saw the whole thing and through his laughter, kindly picked me up off the floor and asked if I was ok. The whole thing was rather amusing really, I am laughing about it even as I type.  At least I didn't burn the turkey!