Happy Cheeseball Day!

Ok...my friend Carrie is almost 4 months off (the REAL National
Cheeseball Day is April 17...yes, believe it or not, there is a
National Cheeseball Day!), but her heart was in the right place
as she brought me a cheeseball she made with her own two
hands. The whole cheeseball thing goes back to a few years
ago when Lynn and I would play Euchre with Carrie and Tony
and a regular feature of our game would be a cheeseball made
by Lynn or Carrie. (Actually I think Lynn cheated because hers
were from Hickory Farms...but I digress). When we got together
to play Euchre earlier this year (sadly minus Lynn), I was disappointed
that there was no cheeseball. So here we are in the present and
I am the proud owner of my own Antarctic-made Cheeseball.

Secretly, I think Carrie brought me this since she knew that I
would blog about it and besides Lynn, she appears on my blog
more than any other person!

Move Over Cows...

We're in the barn. Not a phrase you hear every
day, but one that some people growing up in Indiana
use when playing Euchre. Lynn and I played in a
Euchre marathon yesterday. The first annual McMurdo
Winter Euchre tournament consisted of 12 players,
each playing 11 games. We thought this would take
about 3 hours. After 4 hours we had only finished
6 games and decided one can play too much Euchre
in one day and decided to play the last 5 games next
weekend. On top of that, Lynn and I and some of our
friends got together at Hut 10 to hang out, watch
movies and...play Euchre on Saturday night. I didn't
think that I would ever say this, but I'm really tired
tired of Euchre...until I play next time!