Just the roadie...

Sorry I'm so slow in writing but I'm still nursing a turkey-day C 11 H 12 N 2 O 2 (otherwise known as tryptophan) hangover. At least I'm not physically beat up like I've been after past Thanksgiving Turkey Bowl "touch" football games.  I learned a few years ago that the body doesn't heal like it used to. Those days are long gone! Uggh, here's a quick tip for you. Don't fall asleep (like I just did) while watching Discovery Channel's Mythbusters. Especially when they are dealing with rate of rotting food and flying machines. It can lead to some weird, weird dreams...

I really hate that show, "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition". I hate it because of what it does to me. It always tugs at my heart because of the crud the featured kid, parent, or adult has to deal with. To see all that goes on during the week (yeah - I know it's built up for TV, but c'mon...) and the families reaction to all that has happened during the rebuild is amazing. This week the family had to deal with the loss of their Dad less than six months after being diagnosed with cancer. The dad had a saying about worrying about things that was pretty cool. Plenty of things to think about - nothing to worry about. To see the town show up the way they always do is a great tribute to the human spirit and man's willingness to do what is ultimately just the right thing to do. It doesn't make the loss of a loved one any easier to handle. I know some of those feelings as I lost a roommate less than four months after he "didn't feel right" one...