Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving was a blast. We got together with my entire dad's famdamily=). We ate at the church since we had 20 people all together. I am obviously a huge fan of mashed potatoes as you can tell by the pictures. Friday morning Richard and I got up EARLY and went shopping. I bought a present for Richy and my brother Ben. I still have more shopping to go, but I am excited I have started on it.

Okay, so I almost got beat up last night at a basketball game...no joke!!I am sure you can picture the tiny seat allotment you get at a basketball game and can see how it is easy to bump people. Well here is how it all happened - some psycho 50-year old lady started SCREAMING at me because I apparently accidently bumped her head with my leg. She turned around and told me that she was going to deck me in the face if I hit her one more time. I honestly couldn't figure out what the woman was talking about because I didn't ever hit her. I looked at her kind of funny and then started laughing, which made her more mad but I couldn't help it. She was freaking out at me and yelling all sorts of profanities at me. She then told she was going to "wipe my &#! with the floor." I about died laughing because she got the phrase backwards. Richard was sitting next to me and told the crazy woman to go ahead hit me because he would love to see her in jail. I am sure you can guess how much she liked that one too. The people behind me tapped me on the shoulder to ask me what on earth was wrong with the lady. Seriously, picture a mad cat hissing and spitting all over the place and you will start to get an idea of the crazy ISU fan. The woman behind me was nice enough to tell me that should the lady try to start something with me, she would have my back. She then made a comment about the possibility of the woman in front of me being retarded and maybe that is why she was freaking out.

At any rate the game ended and I left. As I walked by el psycho, she starred me down while yelling "say something, I dare you just say something." I looked at her and laughed (along with the rest of my family). I must admit, I was tempted to say something JUST for the sake of watching her attempt to jump the bleachers to catch me and then figure out what exactly she meant by cleaning my $!& with the floor. But I decided against it. I didn't want her to feel too stupid when the most she could do was punch me in the chest - I am considerably taller than she and I am not about to get into a fight with somebody my mom's age. I can honestly say she didn't even make me mad - she was dang good entertainment. For all of you that are worried about my *&# after it was to be cleaned by floor...it is just fine. I escaped just in the nick of time.