


I have spoiled my children. Last night I was told "You never buy me anything". I'm a mean prick. I won't buy her a car for Christmas. I want her to get a job. How can I live with myself.
Fried my first turkey on Saturday. With Scot's help, it went very well. We didn't catch anything on fire and it turned out delicious. The garage still smells like a fast food kitchen though.
My brother George and I are headed to a KC Chiefs game this Sunday. They're 1-9 this year. They've lost 6 in a row I think. They're due for a good game and a big win. I'm glad we'll be there to see it. Should be a fun time.
I've been having knee pain every time I run lately. I'm not going to make my 500 mile goal. Oh well. I think I'll take up bike riding for next year?
Peace-
Matt
Matt
PS - Read your kid's text messages. It can be very enlightening to say the least.
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