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We Are Family, I Got All My Sisters With Me (I Don't Have Any Sisters Though)

So my cousin Jason and a couple of his friends have a thing called The Des Moines Pub Crawl. That would be in Iowa of course where there's really not much else to do except drink (and I've spent summers there so no hate mail please [though it was a small town of 3,000 so maybe I don't know what I'm talking about (but I do)]). Wow, all those parentheticals messed me up. Anyway, they had their 4th Annual Santa Pub Crawl and had over 600 people show up. Looks like it was an awesome time. They collected Toys For Tots and canned food donations. It's not all about the beer and booze sometimes. People dress up in various costumes and there were plenty of originals out there. Check them out here.

I told ya'll about my brother in law's band, Soul Abruption. They have two shows coming up. One is at the Enigma in Shakopee, MN on Dec 30th. $5 at the door. The other one is the biggin'. Jan 5th @ 8pm they will be playing at The Red Sea Green Room in Minneapolis. This one is an 18+ show with alcohol served to those 21+ obviously. We'd really like to see a huge turn out for them so if you're in the Twin Cities area that weekend, stop by and check them out! Ticket info here.

My aunt had surgery yesterday in LaCrosse. She found out she has breast cancer. They were going to see how far it had spread, if at all. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers if you don't mind. We're hoping for some good news and a speedy recovery. This aunt was married to my uncle who died a couple years ago. They've been through so much and to have this thrown at them is so unfair.

We're gonna see some action tonight! The Captain called to let me know we're all going. Meaning just The Captain, the Wrecking Crew and Me. Positive thoughts, positive thoughts. It'll be fun but the nervous mom in me worries about them being entertained and running off. Last time the boy wanted to jump on the ice. Some day son, some day.


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