Friday morning right before I left for work, a giant plant reached out and stabbed me in the eye moaning “Feed me, Seymour!”  Well, in reality, I reached for a toy that Ellie dropped and as I bent down one of the plants by the kitchen window introduced itself to my cornea.  Dr. Candice Turner, a friend of ours from Prince of Peace, got me all fixed up.  She said it was an abrasion–much like how you skin your knee on the concrete–only this was my eye.  Since it was vegetative, they couldn’t patch it up.  I had to let it heal on its own.  We don’t want fungal infections now do we?

Saturday night, we–well, you know.  Sorry Coach Saban, I’m in awe of what you’ve done for the Capstone, but I blame this one on you.

Because of the Daylight Savings switch, Sunday seemed to be a very long day for me.  I decided to finally reconfigure my backup routine here for mauter.com.  One of the things I needed to do to get it all to work was reboot my Mac Mini (yep, still going after nearly seven years).  When it rebooted, it never came back on the network.  Uh-oh, I bet the disk died, says I.  Sure enough, the disk drive croaked and since I was reconfiguring my backup routine, I hadn’t made a backup in a week.  I think the only thing we lost was one comment on the Braiding post.  I am very sorry about that.  Originally we lost the Halloween and Checkup posts but I salvaged them from browser histories.

Yay.  Tomorrow is going to rock!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gHbzQoXuxdU

What other kind of person would go out to buy a t-shirt or hat at the nearest Academy Sports store at midnight after a football game?  That was me last night.  I figured there would be 50-100 people there, but I never guessed that the parking lot would be full, Hoover police would be manning the doors and there would be hundreds of fans lined up outside in 20° weather for hours.  Alabama won the National Championship.  That was unreal enough, but after seeing the crowd at Academy I really didn’t know what to think.  Everyone was very happy and celebrating.  Cars would drive by the store, windows rolled down, blasting anthems and songs that made the wait seem more like a party.  There were people hanging out of the moving cars slapping hands all down the line too.

I must admit that I never got out of my truck but I sure was trying to find “Sweet Home Alabama” or “Rammer Jammer” on the iPod so my subwoofer and I could do our part to further the party environment.  I never got to it quickly enough but then again I didn’t run anybody over either.

ABC 33/40 was there too.