Black Friday, literally
Can you imagine...
You are a 34-year-old man.
You have to take a temp job during the holidays.
The temp agency places you at a Wal-Mart in suburban New York.
You have to work Black Friday.
You are trampled to death after a stampede of shoppers break down the front doors of Wal-Mart.
Thanksgiving takes practice
Perhaps the only thing more disappointing than a Thanksgiving holiday hangover is the realization that, after of all that anticipation to eat a huge Thanksgiving dinner, your stomach becomes full just as fast as it normally does.
Considering Thanksgiving may be your sole break from economic vegetarianism, the issue of food capacity is critical. In order to make the most of this, you must prepare your stomach with as much dedication and vigor that you put into preparing the food, if not more.
How can you expand your appetite to achieve Thanksgiving nirvana? Look no further than emulating the Bruce Lee of eating, Takeru Kobayashi.
Holding several eating records, Kobayashi is ranked third in the world for competitive eating according to the International Federation of Competitive Eating. To prepare for competitions, Kobayashi expands his stomach by eating larger and larger amounts of food, and then exercising to ensure that fat will not impede expansion of his stomach during a competition. Kobayashi trains so intensely that he actually injured his jaw during a practice meal in 2007.
To prepare for tomorrow, I've been exercising in the mornings and carbo-loading on pasta in the evenings. In between, I'm eating nearly every baked good Amanda cranks out (and she is a prolific baker, God bless her). I crammed tonight by loading up on teriyaki.
But tomorrow's the big show and I intend to go the distance. That is, I'll go for the second round of mashed potatoes.
Pike and Sunday - A photo essay
My heart whimpered
Amanda has been on an "I want a cat" kick since we saw those cats, Finnegan and FDR, in Bellingham (and the majority of you have encouraged her since).
I've been equally interested and suggested to Amanda that we head down to the local animal shelter, which we did last night.
Unless you want your heart to bleed, DO NOT go to an animal shelter.
Amanda didn't see a cat that scratched her the right way, but we'll go back again -- if only to see all of those adorable dogs and cats.