Begining to smell a lot like Christmas

What have I been up to since my last post...

Working at eleventy billion basketball games. I am loving work, and while I fancy myself as more of a football fan, I have discovered that I really enjoy working basketball more. Maybe it's the closeness of the fans to the floor, or the fact that most games are well under two hours. Or it could be that the basketball teams I am watching/working for are actually winning.

I have gone for a few runs in the last few weeks. Nothing spectacular, and I don't know that I could even call it consistent, but I have enjoyed each of them and I have been pleased to find that my fitness level hasn't dropped too much.

This weekend will be my last basketball-free weekend until March, so I will be doing all of my holiday baking. My apartment will smell awesome. Come to think of it, the people over at Glade really should make a candle that smells like Chex Mix. I would enjoy that year-round.

There are a few (well, much more than a few I'm sure) things that my mother has passed on to me. In the kitchen realm, one of them is the ability to make cornbread the right way (in a cast iron skillet, and no sugar in the mix) and the other is the love of making MASSIVE BATCHES of Chex Mix. Mom used to (and still does, just to a lesser degree) make up enough Chex Mix to feed a small nation. There were tins of Chex Mix in every room in the house. That includes the bathrooms. I don't want to think of the germs involved in that particular tin, but I know I ate often on the can. I especially loved waking up in the morning and reaching to my bedside table for a salty wake-up call. It's just the recipe from the cereal box tweaked just a bit, but it is perfect.