This is Halloween!

All day long I've been singing "This is Halloween" from The Nightmare Before Christmas. I went to work at the Athletic Learning Lab today, and one of my co-workers dressed up as white trash. What made it even funnier is that he's half black and looks more black than white. As Halloween has progressed I have found myself craving Butterfingers. That's pretty typical seeing as how I bought the SweetTart variety pack instead of Butterfingers this year. My best friend, Carrie, has two kids: Reese (10) and Liam (4) who I love like a neice and nephew. Here are a few pictures Carrie sent me of the kids this Halloween. Reese was Hannah Montana, and Liam was Axl Rose. I'll add pictures of Charlie and Anderson when Lauren sends them.

Can You Believe It?!

"The Red Sox become the first team in the Twenty-first century to win two world championships. Can you believe it?!" This was the call made by Red Sox radio announcer, Joe Castiglione. This year there was no 86 year curse, no last minute collapses, no Buckner moments or Bucky Dents or Aaron Boones. There also were not any of the last minute heroics that Red Sox fans have come to expect since 2004. Instead, this year the Red Sox used every member of its team to remain on top throughout the season and cap it off with a sweep to win the World Series. So, 'The Boston Red Sox are the World Champions. For the first time in [er well, 3] years The Red Sox have won Baseball's World Championship...Can you believe it?!" In fact I can! This is a team that started full steam ahead right out of spring training. It may be a team that has the second highest payroll in baseball, but it is a team that has cultivated players from the minors. As the world series ends, names like: Dustin Pedroia, Kevin Youkillis, Jacoby Ellsbury, John Lester, and Mississippi State's own Jonathan Papelbon all come to mind as key players from the series. They are all becoming household names, and they all were players that came through the Red Sox farm system. On top of these young players, there was Tek, Timlin, Lowell, Papi, Manny, Coco, and even JD Drew (words I never thought I'd write) who showed their leadership through they plays on the field and off. Red Sox fans are brutal on managers, but Tito has been amazing this year and especially throughout the World Series. In many ways, the Rockies were out managed. As a die hard Sox fan, I thank the team, manager, and coaches; I thank Theo (In thee I trust!), and of course John, Tom and Larry. Thanks for a year of rollercoasters, a year of smiles, nailbiters, cheers, tv moments, and three pennants! My nephew Charlie was born in 2004; my nephew Anderson was born in 2007. I think I'm going to make my brother keep procreating if the Sox are going to win the World Series in years they have kids! Now, it's 1:40 in the morning, and I'm too tired to keep celebrating. I haven't waited as long for this win as I did for the last; I haven't cried as many tears this time; yet, victory is still as sweet as ever. I'm sure this win will only add more members to the bandwagon, more people wearing Red Sox caps who can't name the starting nine let alone the Red Sox greats of the past, more people talking Yankee trash, but those of even those of us who hate bandwagon jumpers, the greater volume of fans yelling: "Yankees Suck!" never bothers us. Time will weed out the bandwagon jumpers. They'll find another team to support in a few years, but for real Red Sox fans...we'll look with pride at the banners hanging inside and outside of Fenway that say 2004 and 2007(Hopefully before this decade is over we can add a few more.), we'll sing "Sweet Caroline" after the top of the 8th as well as "Dirty Water" and "Tessie"after wins, we'll still remember the pain of years past, and we'll always believe. Why? Because we are Red Sox Nation! Way to go Red Sox!!!!!!!!!
"Down by the River....Down by the banks of the River Charles..."

MC Homecoming

This year, my brother, Jeff, was honored as MC's Young Alum. The whole famiy went down, and many of Jeff's friends came to the festivities. The day began with a brunch where Jeff was honored and gave a speech. Following the bruch was MC's homecoming parade down college street. After that, our friend, Lance Clay hosted a cookout tent in the Quad in honor of Jeff. It was a great day of good friends and family. Here is a video of some of the pictures. Enjoy.

Different Kind of Blow Out

There are a couple of things I've been working on this semester. The number one thing is that I've been trying really hard to maintain and follow a budget. I have severely limited my eating out funds, so I do a lot of cooking. I went to the grocery store on Saturday and bought a few things. Today as I was writing, I began to think that if I made tacos for supper tonight, I could take that to school tomorrow for lunch. I could heat up the mean and refrigerate the cheese. It would be a hearty meal (which I don't often get at school), and it would be paid for. So, I decided to take a break from writing and begin cooking. I got out a beautifully red pound of ground beef and put it in the freshly clean skillet. I turned on the front eye, and a huge spark lept out and flew across the room. I promptly turned that eye off! Then I tried the back eye on the same side. Apparently it had blown as well. I soon realized that all four eyes were blown as well as the oven. So, now here I am with nothing in the house that can be eaten raw, and no means to cook anything! Looks like my next stop is pizzahut.com.

The Loss of a Good Friend

We at the Crews house are saddened this week by the loss of one of our family members. Molly's dog-son, James, was killed by a speeding car on Tuesday. For those who know me well, you know I'm not an animal person. But I always said that James crept up into that hard place in my heart and settled in. I can honestly say that James is the first animal I ever fell in love with. Miss Molly, as James called her, is beyond sad. A funeral was held yesterday in Miss Molly's back yard where James liked to dig. He was buried with his favorite toy, Red Man, and a tennis ball. He will be (and is already) greatly missed.