10 Days to Live

No I am not dying. Today is the last day of my 10 day Thanksgiving break. Before this break, I planned on writing at least 3 blog posts, reading around 200 pages, and getting serious work done on a wiki project due this upcoming Friday. But I suffer from a very serious disorder called breakinitis which does not allow me to do ANY work during college school breaks. My nice little hometown vacation consisted of passing out on the couch, stuffing my belly on gourmet homemade food, playing with my newborn nephew, and catching up via brewskis with old buddies.

Overall, the break was pretty boring, but much needed. Why? Since there is not much to do over thanksgiving break, I get alot of time to collect my thoughts. For some strange reason, I learn alot about life during this time of the year. Last year during this break, a great friend and future roommate of mine named Tom Fromal lost his life in a freak car accident. After taking time to collect my thoughts, I finally realized how short and unpredictable life is and how I must live everyday of it like a Rockstar Dad. You see, the rockstar lives a wild life full of parties, women, and wild adventures. The dad protects, teaches, enlightens, role models, and thinks about the potential the future holds. If you understand my way of thinking, you can conclude that the two mixed together make a bad ass combo.

This years Thanksgiving break was quite eventful. And to yours and my own surprise, I was only trashed 3 of the 10 nights of the break (downed 14 bottles of St Pauli Girl on Thanksgiving Day). My vacation started with a wild two night booze-filled adventure to the Allegheny College of Meadville, PA to visit a good friend of mine. The wildness winded down as I came home and took the responsibility of entertaining my laboring pregnant sister, who would give birth to my Nephew a few days later. This gift of god had the amazing ability to call all of my family to one house on thanksgiving, as I was an uncle, cousin, brother, and son all at once. Instead of going out and getting SHWASTED, I was spending time with family I had not seen in years. All my little cousins were all grown up and the younger kids filled the roles we used to fill when we were their age as if it were a cycle of life. The cycle of life sure does move fast. Before you know it, 5 years will pass. When you finally realize that 5 years have passed, 25 years will then pass. And when you finally realize 25 years have passed... well you get the point. We must appreciate every second we have in this wacky movie we call life before it ends and the credits roll.