Thanksgiving and beyond...

I took a trip home to Birmingham for the holiday and thought I'd share a few things from my visit.

I got to see my two Grandmothers, both live in the 'ham. Mumsie, on the left, is my dad's mom. She says things like, "Now Tyler, have you eva?" For example, "Have you eva seen such a mess out on the highway?" "Have you eva's" usually refer to bad things.

Ahrie is on the right. She is my mom's mother and is a folk artist. She has her own website, www.mariejeff.com.

PS- this picture was not taken over Thanksgiving. Also, Spencer looks mean.

Let me explain. I saw my cousin's kids over Thanksgiving. They're little kids andI find myself having to resist the temptation to say things like, "I can't believe how much he's grown!" I just can't stoop to that level of adultness. Anyway, one of the kids, Davis, my cousin's five or sixish year old son has long little kid hair, kind of mulletesque. I don't have a picture of him so I google image searched "kids with mullet." I found a picture of a different kind of Mullet, and decided to keep it.

My aunt Gail gave me a gift while I was at home. She thought cork lady and friends could use a new pal. Meet Eastern European magnet woman. She's a bit shy and tends to "stick" to the refrigerator. zinger. I also noticed she comes with her own cat. bonus points.

We decided to have a gumbo party at the Davis household the day after Thanksgiving. I was in charge of making the roux. I'm a good stirrer.

I tried to put Dot in the roux, but she would have non of it.

Instead, she got to wear a festive hat for the party.

Spencer also decided to go with a different look.

Porn stache + mutton chops + soul patch = facial hair trifecta

A few of the gumbo party people. A swell time was had by all.

I even got invited to a debutante ball in Gadsden, AL while I was home. All hail Ms. Katie Paul Wilson, Gadsden's newly eligible elitist. You know, deb. balls are a lot like Integration Celebrations. Chew on that.

And now for something I like to call, a little trip I took to Canada last night to eat dinner...

That's right. We entered America Junior, I mean Canada, around 7:30, Amrica time (with a Bush voice), or Eastern time, whatever you prefer.

Alison Downs was visiting from Alabama, also in Amrica. The food was...(I feel like Homer Simpson when he was a food critic for the Springfield newspaper) delicious.

But, the water in Canada is tounge whipping off bad, which is pretty bad. Everything there is so different and bad. More like, "Ew Canada."

In this picture I pretended to "play the slots," as the locals are often heard saying in the Canadian casinos.

"50 beautiful women & 1 ugly one"

Oh strip clubs, any thing goes in Canada. Might as well cal it CananomoralsunliketheUSda.

A picture from Windsor's riverfront of Detroit. It really was a cool view of the skyline, and a nice visit to our northern neighbor.

That's all -Tyler

This was kind of a lame idea. Sentences are kind of hard. I think I'll write the other four right now. Ok, I'm done.

Mexican restaurants are God's gift to people who aren't Mexican.

Sentence #2

When Jenny told Forrest to turn into a bird and fly far far away, I wonder if she had a specific bird in mind...Bluejay?

A sentence a day, for a week.

Today's sentence:

Everyone needs to go to "The Break," at least once, even if you don't know what/where it is, find it, live it, love it, take cookie cake, don't ask me to explain, running out of breath, and room for commas where there should be periods without raising too many questions about the legitimacy of this sentence.

Things I do.

On Tuesday nights I go to kickboxing class at the Y. It is sweet. This woman named Stella teaches the class and it runs for an hour. She's kind of a dominatrix. I'm one of maybe two dudes that attends the class on a regular basis, but I don't care. Ain't nothin' wrong with doing a little cardio kickboxing on a Tuesday night with Stella and the girls.

I guess you've realized Amy takes a lot of these pictures. When I want her to take my picture it usually goes something like this:

Tyler: Uhhh, Amy, can you take my picture?
Amy: Is it for the blog?
Tyler: Yea...um...ok, basically, I'm going to stand over here and act like I'm kicking someone
Amy: ...Whatever.
flash (goes the camera)
Tyler: You think you could take another one, maybe if you stood over there and I do this...yea, that'll work
Amy: Oh my lord you're weird.

I've also joined a class at a local United Methodist church centered around this book, "Expereincing God." (I accidentally typed "Gob" instead of "God", it was funny, anyway...) Wasn't it nice of Gob to pose for the cover shot? I thought so too. The class is a little different than what I expected, but its challenged and expanded my ideas about God and what I believe is important about my faith.

I thought the "church ladies" should get some blog time too. They are such delightful people.

It's dawning on me that I have to do a lot of "real person" things, even though I only consider myself about a "half a real person" or so, seeing as I don't pay bills or file for income taxes or anything on that level of adultiness. The picture above is the result of this past Saturday's grocery shopping outing. Our Saturday shopping reminded me of that part in Old School where Will Ferrell sasy to somebody, "Well, um, actually we've got a pretty nice little Saturday planned, we're going to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time."

This past Saturday Amy forced me to buy a case of wine, against my will. I kept telling her that I didn't think it was a wise use of my limited missionary stipend, but she threatened to physically harm me, so I gave in. That's a true story.

Cork lady was pleased with our purchase. Doesn't she look pleased?

For Halloween I went to a "Super _____" themed party. So you were suppossed to dress up as Superman, Superstar, whatever, get creative. I decided to be Supercalifragilisticexpalidocious. How does one dress as Supercalif...cious you might ask, or not ask. Well I'll tell you. Just tape the letters of the word all over your clothing. As luck would have it, two other jerks at the party had the same idea. Only, they decided to be characters from Mary Poppins. Lame.

Jerk Chimney sweep. (middle)

Not pictured: jerk Mary Poppins, girlfriend of jerk Chimney Sweep.

A nice picture of our street.

Don't worry mom, I'm making good choices.

The End -Tyler