Post Thanksgiving Post

I think Thanksgiving is a good time to make New Year's resolutions.  You get those two extra days away from school and work, and you think you will spend just a teensy bit of time doing those little tasks that need doing.  But instead you end up stuffing yourself and being grumpy with the family and going back to Monday feeling round and fat. 

So this Thanksgiving, I hereby resolve not to be grumpy with the family any more.  Even when Tim does commandeer the television to shout at a bunch of fat guys in skinny suits jumping on top of each other.  Football.  I will not be grumpy anymore because of football.

I hereby resolve to exercise 60 minutes every day until the holidays end or I freeze to death outside in the frozen winter wasteland.  Whichever comes first.  And thereby I shall banish all the stress that fills my life and maybe tighten up the jelly that begins to fill my jeans.  Ah middle age.

I resolve to eat lots and lots of fiber, to scrape away all that extra Thanksgiving rich stuff that is clinging desperately to my insides.  It will not withstand an onslaught of broccoli and oatmeal.  And neither will my family. 

I resolve to finish the stupid paper that I resolved to finish last week, but that I only looked at for all of 15 minutes once on Friday while Tim was in front of the television anyway and I had nothing better to do.  Pacing around feeling grumpy is apparently preferable to getting the stupid paper finished. 

In short, I resolve to be kind, beautiful, and productive, from here on out.  And if I should fail, I will dig myself a hole and crawl into it and not come out until late June.  Take that, winter!

Mustache

So Tim is still growing a mustache for his company's Movember challenge.  I must say, I am not really a fan.  He looks pretty creepy.  And when I go to kiss him?  This mustache comes after me.

You know where it goes from here, right?  Once the mustache is established, we move onto the mullet.  Then the beer belly.  Then we buy a lot of guns and six packs and move into a trailer park.

Yup.  That's what the mustache does for Tim.

The following comic kind of sums it up for me.  (You will have to click on the link.)

http://penny-arcade.com/comic/2011/11/18

Ten more days of mustache.  Then Tim will have to choose between the two of us.

November

Timothy is growing a moustache for Movember.  He shaved his beard, and is growing the hair back just on his upper lip, as part of a fund raising event his company is holding this month.  It is an interesting look for Tim.  Jonathan and I can't wait until December.

I stopped teaching Sunday school a month ago.  My new job is Relief Society pianist.  I didn't think I'd ever have that job again when we moved here.  I'm mostly happy to have it, because in theory, this is an easy job where I show up and play the well-known hymns the chorister has chosen.  But our chorister likes to choose tricky and/or unusual ones, which means I stumble around a lot.  And one of the reasons I thought I'd never get the pianist job again is that there are so many more talented pianists in this area -- more talented than me.  I envision a large group of women sitting at home, shaking their heads over the state of the Relief Society when their pianist can't keep up with the chorister.  Tut tut tut.  What is the world coming to?

The end of the semester is in sight -- so much so that I am contemplating the writing of final exams.  ... In addition to the writing of a couple of talks, a paper review, a journal article, and a bit of grading thrown in there for good measure.  Maybe the end isn't close enough.  Maybe it's too close for all that stuff.