Thank Goodness Thanksgiving is Over

Well, I have returned from my journey into the wilds of East Texas (I make it sound like the area is raw and a very primative place). Spending time with my family for Thanksgiving was great. I was able to eat myself sick two days straight. Not often I can have that honor here. It is quite a feat to stuff yourself til the point you go looking for a trashcan to carry around with you everywhere you go (but thats the fun part of it all). I got to play golf with my father, 3 rounds to be exact. I beat him 2 out of 3 rounds (the old man can still play, but I'm getting better). The car trip was entertaining. Allie and Tommy are always fun, and his two younger brothers were fun as well. Seemed like an eternity heading up to East Texas, but it was a quick jaunt back to the gulf coast. Back to reality. Yeah, reality.

Now the week ahead. My mother (who I just saw, and was tormented by no more than three days ago) will be in Corpus Christi Wednsday thru Saturday to go to some P.E. teachers confrence. Whoopie for me (I get free meals, what a life!). So that means I must clean my room, and the house (already done alot of that) and meet her at the airport by 9pm. Goody. So, that leaves me the days to work on my two projects. One by myself, and the other with a group. That gets real entertaining. Especially when they never want to meet, and we go in front of the class on Thursday. I pray that God takes this over for me, and helps me have the willpower to complete it.

Still no decision on the work front. That is yet another area that has been handed over to God (I hope that he doesn't get tired of all of these tasks I keep handing over to him, of course, I do want him to run my whole life, and it is his to shape and mold). I pray that there is some resolution soon, because its no fun with very little money (helps my mom will be here because I will get a few days of free food!).

Pacha: What happened?
Old Man: Well, I threw off the Emperor's groove.
Pacha: What?
Old Man: His groove! The rhythm in which he lives his life. His pattern of behavior. I threw it off. And the Emperor had me thrown out the window.
Pacha: Oh, really? I'm supposed to see him today.
Old Man: Don't throw off his groove!
Pacha: Oh, okay.
Old Man: Bewaaare, the grooove.
Pacha: Hey, are you gonna be all right?
Old Man: Grooove...

Man, thats a great line there. The grooooooove!