Tuesday, November 27, 2007


The first Mexican Thanksgiving in Houston.

Sunday, November 18, 2007


Me with my new second cousin, Melissa (3 days old).

Monday, November 12, 2007


It was the best of times, it was the... blurst of times?? You stupid monkey!

Mal and I went to Wurstfest yesterday, and the motto on the novelty cups says "The best of times are wurst times". Hence the Simpsons quote. Wurstfest was pretty fun. We got there after 3pm on the last day, so we got free admission, which was key since we spent so much cash on sausage and carnival games.

First, we had a sort of sausage-kebab which contained five different types of sausage. Sadly, the sausage went from most delicious to least delicious, so it was a disappointing ending. We also sampled a couple of beers, including Paulaner and... something that starts with a W. Dunkel version, which apparently just means dark. It was pretty tasty, but the Paulaner was just okay.

After the sausage overload, we decided to take a break and digest over some carnival games. Mal very nearly won me a giant useless stuffed animal on a shooting game, but the dude conned us. Never trust carnies, people. Thankfully, Mal did win me a slightly smaller useless stuffed animal by destroying the lives of about five six-year-olds and winning a sort of skee-ball type game where the further back your ball goes in, the further your guy goes. First to finish wins a Krusty doll. I chose a dog instead, and his name is Hervis. He destroys children's lives. Also, Swarley wants to eat him, but we don't let him.

After that, it was a little more beer, a lot more sausage and turkey legs, and a few German bands. There were lots of small children doing extremely cute and slightly uncoordinated dances in leiderhosen and... whatever the girls wear. Followed by a few beer anthems. There are only so many German songs, and apparently they're all about beer. I fell asleep on the way home. It was sooo worth it.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Today's game

We got our asses handed to us by Air Force. This is the first season ND has ever lost 9 games. My pee pee hurts.

How many X's do you think are on CW's sweatshirt tag? Three? Five?

On a more cheerful note, Mal and I will be going to Wurstfest tomorrow, the ten-day salute to sausage. Mmm, sausage!

Monday, November 05, 2007

Picking up some slack

I've gotten some comments from people about how much my blog sucks, and some revelations that more people read my blog than I once suspected. Never underestimate a bored law student, because they will find anything to read.

Things have been chugging along well recently. It's November - holy crap! Wedding planning is going fairly smoothly, but as always, there is still lots to do. No, Swarley will not be in the wedding. I don't know why everyone wants the dog to be a ring bearer or something, but I guarantee you that if Swarles is in any vicinity of people, he will just run around in circles, then roll on the ground, then probably poop on the priest.

We managed to find a Franciscan monk who will perform a Catholic ceremony outside. It sounds a little shady, but this dude is the real deal. He's even offered to wear his brown friar robe, complete with rope belt and hood. I told my mom, and she made a yuck face. Maybe we'll let him wear the more traditional clothes.

Stephen and I went to Houston last weekend to see my family, and we had a pretty good time. My cousin Mario and his wife Mayra are set to pop out a baby in about two weeks, so she has ridiculously fat belly for her tiny, tiny frame. Stephen and I went to the Museum of Natural Science and saw the remains of Lucy, a 3.2 million year old fossilized hominid of the species Australopithecus afarensis. Wow, we're nerds. We also saw a show about black holes in the planetarium! It really took me back to the days of elementary school, except now they charge like $20 an exhibit. Boo, museum, boo. Thank goodness for college discounts.

We lost to Navy. I'm so ashamed.