Thursday, January 10, 2008

Christmas Day 7 - Day After Christmas



The entire Kennedy Family was worn out Christmas evening after dinner, so we opted to not open presents with mom and dad until the morning after. Mom's big present was some boots, which Rachel picked out and she loved; Rachel's big present was a Roomba robot vacuum cleaner; I got the dressier coat that I needed for my new job at work. Dad really didn't have a big gift from us because he pretty much buys all of the hunting stuff he wants.

That evening, Rachel and I met up with Tim and Liz Nagy, who were in from Madrid for Christmas. They are getting ready to move to Sydney, Australia. They lived there a few years ago and are excited to be going back. Rachel and I are excited for them, as we plan on visiting in February (should lead to some future blogs).

After hanging out with Tim and Liz for a couple of hours, Rach and I met Mark Clark over at Laddy's and Amy's (my cousin and his wife, who have appeared in the blog before). There, I played Boxing on their Wii for about 3 hours. Thus ends Wednesday. Fast forward... Thursday morning. Step 1: Steve can no longer lift his arms to wash his hair. Step 2: Steve cannot lift the muffins that his mom baked to his mouth. Step 3: Steve practically screams as he makes his first attempt to raise his arms to the steering wheel.

Unfortunately, Rachel had to work on Friday, so we drove back Thursday. Not much to report here, other than a bunch of off-key singing and silly games to pass the time.

Reflections - What Are They Thinking
Short and sweet - Every grocery store that I have visited in the Philadelphia area stores their shopping carts outside. There is ZERO indoor shopping cart storage. HELLO PEOPLE!!! We don't live in the Caribbean. They must use a special type of wheel grease on these carts (the kind that doesn't freeze in arctic conditions).

How is it that after serving as the first capital of our nation, they have not figured out that they should store shopping carts indoors under regulated temperatures?

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