The Last Semester
Finally.
The final semester of my educational career is upon me. Ten itty bitty hours and I will be finished and graduated with a full fledged bachelor's degree. Of course, following that there will be finding a job, new car, dog, place to live, making good on my 2007 new year's resolution ;).
I'm ready to be done. Hopefully no more Wichita State too!
Unless I go to grad scho....nah.
FireFox
Whew. It's still fixed.
My Addiction
Yes, I have one. Maybe two.
But my main one is fantasy football. I love playing fantasy football. This year, I'm in three leagues. THREE! And one is through church connections. Becka said she didn't get fantasy football, and I said for me, it makes me pay more attention to the games outside of my beloved Cowboys.
This has been a banner year for me in fantasy sports as I played basketball for the first time and won. However, I'm in dead ass last in one baseball league (through the church, maybe God is sending me a message?) but fighting for first in another.
Soon, I'm going to have to get a magazine or two and do a little research to come up with the Rusty Draft Day Manifesto. Hmm, I wonder if that Michael Vick has upside?
The trivia question
While playing trivia the other night, we had a question that my answer sprang to my lips and was said before I could stop myself.
"What wheelchair-bound Mattel doll could not fit through the door of the Barbie dream house?"
"Motorcycle-accident Ken."
Sometimes I wonder about my answers.
I have returned
Safe and sound. There were no hillbilly violations. We all are intact and the time was well worth the trip.
Our van did break down on the way home, almost right after we left the cabin. Fortunately, the place we rented from made hasty phone calls and we were "rescued" so to speak. It wasn't good that anti-freeze was pouring out of the back of the van from the rear heating unit. But, not our fault.
Golf was incredibly warm, being that it was over 100 each day except Wednesday. I've never sweated through an entire shirt, boxers, shorts before without playing 8902 games of softball in an evening. My game sucked shit, but the courses are tough, mainly designed by people who did hits of acid.
We laughed incredibly hard sometimes as our family does. However, it's good to be home and in my own bed. Or in a bed anyways as I slept on the floor on couch cushions.
Next year, we're going striper fishing.
VayyyyyKayyyy
It's upon us.
Tomorrow, I'll be off for the not so cool Ozark Mountains where the idea of cool weather no longer exists. Time to play golf and play in Beaver Lake.
So, if you're looking for me, I'm not here.
Take that and like it!!
