Just Another Thanksgiving

We're having leftover lasagna and pumpkin log for our Thanksgiving (not Thanksgiving Observed) meal. We didn't watch the parade today either. Or football. Just doing some grading, writing cover letters, and trying to find the cat, who did have enough sense to come home when it started to rain.

Still, this Thanksgiving is better than last year's when Dad had thyroid surgery and had to stay in the hospital an extra night because of complications.

And, it's better than Grandma's Thanksgiving. She was having squirrel. She had some bones she wanted to cook, but she thinks my cousin Jamie took them and gave them to the dogs. Imagine: someone thinking your Thanksgiving dinner was meant for the dogs.

Doesn't Feel Like Thanksgiving

Since Dad works on Thursday, we had our Thanksgiving meal yesterday. In the morning, Dad asked why we weren't watching the parade. We were surprised to see Brian Williams anchoring the Nightly News on Thanksgiving. There weren't any Wizard of Oz marathons on TV. Mom didn't make any special desserts either. Everything seemed just a bit off.

My Cure for the Hiccups

Andy (and others) hate this, but when someone has the hiccups, I scare them out of it. Today, during my office hours, I was helping some students. While I helped one student, another kept hiccuping. So, I jumped at her (with my pen dangerously close to her eye) and said, "Boo!" Got rid of her hiccups. Might have scared a few of the other students in the process.

International Space Station Up Close

Pictures of the ISS

In Sweden

I'm in Sweden! I had a long layover in Heathrow Airport-my first time to England!

The trip was ever-so-exciting because on the plane I ran into Jason D, who graduated from Gettysburg a year ahead of me. It was one of those times where I kind of hovered for a little while as I walked back the airplane and then I tried, "Jason?" When he turned and looked, then I knew it was Jason. I love when those chance things happen. That's why I keep my eyes open for such opportunities.

So far, Jessie and I have mostly just done a lot of riding the bus. She made fun of me when I said, "I don't know where we are with respect to Sweden." She said, "In it. That's where we are." Turns out, we're in Southern Sweden (in Trollhattan), if you're wondering.

We ate at a nice little restaurant around the corner. We also found a candy/video store that had salted licorice and pastel Swedish fish.

We're watching a little Swedish TV. What's up with all the cooking shows? (hahahahahaha)

Public Service Announcement

Dying to Belong is on tonight at 9 p.m. on Lifetime.

Our Dinner

Frank and I enjoyed ourselves at Maple Hall, courtesy of Emily and Jayson. We only ate half our entrees so that we could have dessert. The waiter put our boxes on a nearby table. (Great. We have enough trouble remembering them when they're on our table.) As we ate our desserts, an old woman grabbed our boxes and started to leave the room. (Maple Hall has a bunch of rooms.) I looked back and forth between Frank and the woman. Frank jumped up and ran after her, saying "Ma'am, ma'am. Those are ours." "Oh", she said. "I thought I had brought those in here... I'm Sue , one of the owners here." I couldn't figure out why she was telling us her name--except maybe to us find her owners.