Fightin' Texas Aggie Repost

So, it's Thanksgiving Day and Stacie and I are serving dinner to some friends of ours that are stranded here in Chi-town with us over the holiday. I wanted to post something for those of you who may be bored at your parents' house and are checking every site that you know to pass the time. But since we are cleaning and cooking, the best I can do is revisit a post of Thanksgiving past. 2006 to be precise. Oh and as for the title, when you do something over and you went to Texas A&M, it should be called a "Fightin' Texas Aggie Re-fill in the blank." Rebag if you're going back to bed. Retake if you dropped a course. Rebeer if you need another beer. Re-anything really.

So for your reading pleasure a Fightin' Texas Aggie Repost:

WHO GIVES YOU THE BIRD ON THANKSGIVING?

And I'm not talking about your grandma serving you some delicious turkey either.

I'm talking about driving down the road on Thanks-freaking-giving Day and getting the bird from two dudes in a pickup. Not kids either. One was no less than 45. The other, no less than 60.

Let me take you back there with me. (Do that Wayne's World thing with your hands and make that "doo-dee-doo, doo-dee doo" noise now, please.)

So, I'm driving to my Aunt Nedra's to see my dad's side of the family for Thanksgiving. We got up early that morning, took the dogs to Carrollton and now it's about 8:30 AM, and we are cruising.

The next thing you know there is a cop on the side of the road with someone pulled over. (Now keep in mind...I am not speeding. Been busted for that twice this year already, so I posess extra motivation to drive the speed limit.)

So, what do people do when they see a cop? They all slow way down and get in the lane opposite where he has someone pulled over. So far so good. We all move to the left lane. Then, when you pass by the cop you resume your normal speed.

Here's where our story takes a foul turn. Pun intended.

Everyone but a truck two spots ahead of me speeds up. I can see this guy is on his phone. No big deal if you don't want to speed up, but pull to the right if you're going to go 57 in a 70. He never moves, so the car in front of me begins to pass him on the right.

I think to myself, "Okay...I'll do that, too."

The only problem is that when this guy realizes he's only going 57 and he's being passed on the right he decides to speed up. At this point I am ahead of him, but not so far ahead as to make the safest move into his lane. I see I am coming very quickly upon the truck ahead of me. What to do?

No way am I not getting in here. This dudes just being a jerk now that he knows he's getting passed. So I mash it and slide in between him and the truck, with plenty of room to spare, but I'm sure Mr. Indecisive had to put the brakes on.

Well, now Mr. Indecisive is very decisive. He decides to ride my tail as close as he can. His truck is slightly larger than mine, but I'm not intimidated. I do however decide that if he wants to speed, I'll let him by.

So I get around the semi beside me and pull to the right. He begins to pass me, but instead of passing on by, slows to my speed so we are even and issues his unseasonal gesture. Along with his old man in the seat next to him.

I'm pretty shocked, but pretend not to see it. Don't want to give them any pleasure, you know?

The car behind us saw it, though. And then they speed up to us and in an effort to make sure we see it, proceed to return the same gesture to the men in the pickup as they pass them...on the right.

We soon enter a construction zone so I have to follow behind these guys for miles. 68S-MJ2. 68S-MJ2.

When we leave the construction zone, these men have forgotten, once again, the speed limit, but they are at least on the right side of the road. As I speed up to 70 again, I slide by them and never glance their way. Like I never even noticed their unseemly act.

On Thanksgiving Day.

Movember

I just learned of Movember a few days ago. It's like November, but with an "M." I'm sure y'all already made that connection, though.

I'm gonna keep this short and sweet...I'm growing a mustache to help raise money and awareness about men's health issues, mainly prostate cancer.

I'm going to look ridiculous, I realize this. But if by looking ridiculous for a month, I can get a few bucks raised to fight prostate cancer...well, so be it. Just try to take me serious throughout this process. I'll be taking and uploading pics as the process completes itself.

Now here's the crazy part: our team, 'Stache Away Cancer is trying to raise $100,000 for this cause. Wow, you say. That's a pretty lofty goal considering there are just two of you on the team right now. Yes, that's true. But here are the two reasons you should drop us a little coin and pass this along to anyone you know to help us out:

A) That's a lot of cancer researching.

B) My friend Justin can't grow a mustache. So, he always wears a fake one at Halloween (or other times...) and sometimes we get him to do this when we've been bouncing around a few German establishments drinking from a boot:

Or this:

Stacie designed that one.

Justin is still doing his part, trying to grow a 'stache, but not to much avail. What he has agreed to do, however, if we are to raise $100,000 is:

TATOO A MUSTACHE ON HIS FINGER!

That's right! If we can raise $100,000 he will never be 'stacheless. So that's two great causes in one!

Let's do this people, yes to fight prostate cancer, but also to always be able to take pictures like this:

So if you have $5 or $5,000 you'd like to contribute to this cause just click this link:

https://www.movember.com/us/donate/donate-details.php?action=sponsorlink&rego=2101556&country=us

If you have no money, please pass this along to your friends and family with money.

Or join our team by emailing Cory Minton at cminton@luciditycg.com.

If you have no money and love cancer, don't do anything at all.

That's One, Mr. Obama

Not yet even inaugurated and the Obama Administration has already affected my life in a negative way.

I've read plenty this morning touting the historical significance of the moment and how whether we agree with Obama's policies or not, his administration could be a good thing for the country. Well, since I was probably the first person to be touched in a personal way, I feel I must share.

You may have noticed last night that there was a huge rally for Obama in Grant Park in downtown Chicago. You may have also noticed that I live in Chicago. You may have also noticed that yesterday was a Tuesday. And it might also have come to your attention in previous posts that I play flag football on Tuesday nights.

You see where I'm going here?

I lost my football game last night.

Big time.

Obama had the audacity (see how I flipped it on him) to schedule his big rally on a Tuesday night in Chicago and managed to swipe several of my fellow football players to come "support" him. As if he needed more support. You know what I needed? More football players!!

So what did I do? I grabbed a couple of guys I'd never met before who had just finished up a game and practically begged them to help us have enough people to field a team.

Mr. Obama, I laid down my dignity in an effort to win a football game because of you.

Have you ever tried to win a flag football game with your own team let alone a hodgepodge group?

Well, I tried. We were out of sync. We couldn't protect the quarterback. We couldn't cover their receivers.

Sure you could blame this on our athletic ability or the fact that we don't have a great playbook.

But why take responsibility for this loss myself when I know good and well that the President of the United States is supposed to do everything in his power to ensure I am successful.

And that would include moving his rally to Wednesday night. Or maybe even doing it earlier in the day to get it out of the way. We all knew who was gonna win this thing anyway. Get your celebratin' done so I can have a full team!

That's one, Obama.

Don't make me get to three.