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Tuesday Update: 11/3/09

Wow – November already. It’s hard to believe! October came and went without much fanfare and now we find ourselves making plans for the upcoming holiday season. It’s crazy to be thinking about holiday get togethers, lists, shopping etc...but here it is, just around the corner. Matt had his first call from his dad that their beloved AE eggnog was in the stores and of course he whined and gave me his best pitiful pretty-please face each time I went to get groceries until I finally caved in and came home with some. As ridiculous as I think it is that anyone would want to drink eggnog (on a regular basis) from October through January…how could I refuse him ONE half gallon? I made sure he understood that I would not be buying him eggnog each time I went for groceries…that he’d have to savor the eggnog and once it was closer to Christmas and more acceptable to be drinking it, then I’d pick it up here and there. A week or so later his folks came down for dinner while I was out shopping with a friend…I came home to more eggnog in the fridge!! I couldn’t help but laugh…those Karwoski men…they do love their eggnog!! Matt was more than tickled! I think…scratch that…I KNOW that he misses being able to drive just for reasons like he can’t run out and pick himself up some eggnog to drink whenever he wants! I shudder to think of all the crap he ate and drank when he was out traveling for work! I’m sure it was much worse than I ever knew! His sweet tooth has always been crazy!

He’s been enjoying all the leftover Halloween candy this week. We carved up our pumpkins last week while watching “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!”…one of our favorites. This year was the first year we didn’t put faces on our pumpkins…and I think I did a pretty good job! We had a lot of kids and their parents comment on the Hawkeye pumpkin in particular. The weather was total pooh on Beggar’s Night…cold, windy, rainy…the worst. We bundled up and sat in the garage to hand out candy to the poor kids. We sat out there for about an hour and called it quits…even with my winter coat on and a wool blanket wrapped around my legs I was freezing. So we turned off the light and went inside to make popcorn and watch a scary movie!

Saturday we got up early and layered up for the Iowa/Indiana football game. It turned out to be a great day for football and we had a great time watching the game…even though 2/3rds of it were spent smacking our foreheads in disbelief! It is always fun to go to the games though, and this one ultimately did not disappoint. We spent Sunday afternoon catching up on the other games we recorded from the day before…a perfect end to another great weekend.


Matt is doing well these days – keeping things pretty much status quo. He’s been enjoying the football season, and is still thinking about things he wants to do with the Chevette. Given that the colder weather is coming up, he’s thinking they’ll probably wait to really tear into the car until next Spring. For now, he peruses his auto parts catalogs and is making mental notes on what he wants to do. This year we’ve had a lot going on and a lot of unexpected expenses with the dogs, so I’m sure next year will be better for really getting going on the car.

Penny gave us a good scare a few weeks ago when we found out she had an infection which had impacted her liver. The vet treated the infection and thankfully, she’s recovered…but we were pretty worried for several days as she was very much out of sorts and not her usual happy self. It’s hard to believe she’s 11 now, and we know that she’s getting to be an old lady…but the thought of losing either of the dogs is just too hard to even think about. We love them both so much. Matt will grumble about how dumb and annoying he thinks Buddy is…but he’s a big softy for them BOTH deep down. Of course Buddy is our dopey doggie…but he is all heart and I wouldn't trade him. He’s always been my shadow and I love him to pieces.

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