I know this salutation is a few days early, but tomorrow morning the Rochester household is packing into the new car and heading for the annual festivities at my family’s lake house. There is, of course, no toobes, and thus no posts in this space for a few days. Please contain your sorrow. There is no crying on the internets.
At the moment, we are watching the Holiday Bowl, which is in the 3rd quarter, and the Aggies are not doing as well as I would have hoped. We did just recover a fumble however, so maybe the fates will turn to favor us. Nope, it was a touchdown for Cal. Poo.
My resolution for 2007: I will strive to make things happen at MPOW and in my life in general. Less talkie more fetchie. A little more action with less stress. Wish me luck.
Many blessings to all of you in the New Year. I will toast my friends at midnight and wish you well.
–Jane, its going to be a great year
My brother graduated from Texas A&M on Friday. Saturday, we had the traditional family party filled with laughter, ribbing, and a lot of beer. At least this time, there was no Canadian Mist being passed around.
Congrats, little brother.
–Jane, stayed up too late
With the flurry of posts, you may have realized that I have reached the end of the tunnel! Yes, gentle readers, the light is now upon my face. The birds are singing and the air is cool.
This weekend most of my college friends will be in town for a wedding. Aggie football is on TV early enough for us to watch the game before the wedding so all is right with the world. The two previous sentences mean we will be acting, not like responsible adults (a questionable statement in any case), but like crazy college kids, at least for a couple of days. Bring on the beer games and make sure the Bloody Marys are nice and strong in the morning.
Beat the Hell Outta Texas Tech, Whoop!
–Jane, in love with Fridays
This post will mean very little to non-aggies.
I was IMing my brother (thank you Meebo) and I realized that he is a junior at A&M this year. Which means E-Walk. Which means I am really freakin old. I am what people call an “old ag,” a “dead elephant.”
–Jane, Fightin’ Texas Aggie Class of 2001… and old