Let's learn incursive

New Year's Eve was kind of quiet here. We played a game, toasted the new year and talked about our goals. Brita's goal is to learn to write in cursive. So when it was Leah's turn she said "I want to learn incursive too". Then we declared it 2009 and went to bed about 9:30.

I got up at the crack of dawn to go duck hunting on New Year's Day. Conditions were terrible for hunting: warm temperatures, blue sky and sunshine. I slew a green winged teal anyway and stir fried it as Rachelle already detailed on the blog. I generally don't like the taste of wild game, but I feel obligated to eat it if I killed it. Stir fry is the best way to kill the taste because you cut it up small and slather it in lots of oil and spices. Even cardboard would taste good like that.

On Saturday I ventured out to the junkyard in search of a new tail light for my truck. I had to pay $2 to get in. It's interesting to walk around acres of smashed up cars that are vaguely organized by style and make. I had a hard time believing anybody would want anything off those wrecks. But there were plenty of long-haired, tattoo sporting, grungy looking white guys and swarms of industrious Mexicans climbing around the wrecks with tools and trundling off with wheelbarrows full of dirty, dented parts. I finally figured out why every tail light was missing or broken. They had put all the intact tail lights in a big bin. I fished around and couldn't find the right one, so I did the sensible thing and bought a new one at a parts store for $40.

It was interesting to watch Utah stomp high and mighty Alabama in the Sugar Bowl. I don't know why I should even watch the BCS Irrelevant Bowl, since Utah is clearly the #1 team in the country. Does anybody dare disagree that the only undefeated team should be #1? I'm still not sure I'm glad they won since I hate everything about that school.