Yo to all of you out there in cyberland. Have you recovered from Thanksgiving yet? A quick diet before the Christmas holidays hit? Well, I hope all your Thanksgiving dreams came true.

I am finally reading a book that a friend of mine lent to me, oh, easily a couple months ago. The book is "Wild at Heart" and has this great quote of Teddy Roosevelts (why does the pronunciation of the beginning of their last name rhyme with hose as opposed to moose?):

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly ... who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who have never known neither victory or defeat.
- Teddy Roosevelt

In case you are wonder, I ain't the guy in the arena! I'm just a little chicken shit. ;)