Uncles

I am currently watching the Colts game while writing this blog and am not a fan of the ESPN announcing staff. They are not as bad as Madden and his non-value added comments, but they are pretty bad. Ryan has retreated into the bedroom so I am free to yell at the TV to my hearts content. The dogs aren't sure what to do about this behavior. On a positive note, my elliptical is getting repaired, FINALLY, tomorrow. This means i can get back to working out and hopefully return my ass to normal size.

A very important piece of information has come to my attention in recent days. It seems that my esteemed (paternal) Uncles are concerned for my use of poor grammar whilst blogging. Perhaps they are of the impression that I intend to submit my blog for consideration of the Pulitzer Prize. Whatever their motivation for concern, they will be sad to know that I have no intention of rectifying the situation. My grandmother unfortunately passed on this knack for grammar to my uncles and since I was too young to remember her, my father insisted on correctly my brother and I at every opportunity. Sadly, like an undercooked pasta thrown against a wall, this did not stick with me. And so i say, It's Fine.

My Uncles each have a special place in my heart of course...each of them thinking they are my "favorite uncle," and each trying to embarrass me any way they can. My Uncle Alan is the exception to the rest of the Uncles and is always very nice to me, but last I heard, he was not even aware of the Internet and is not likely reading this. My Uncle Bob and Uncle Tom led the Macarena, to my horror, in a bowling alley one year and has since requested it at every event we attend in my honor. And my Uncle Steve. Nothing says love more than when he takes out his dentures to please a crowd. I'm hoping neither the Macarena nor the dentures make an appearance at my wedding.