Happy New Year

I don't know how you "rang in" the New Year, but hopefully you did it responsibly. Being the party animals that we are, Mom, Dad, Roger and I stayed home and watched the Waterford Crystal Ball drop in Times Square at midnight from the confines of our comfy couch. Exciting, I know. Actually, it was a far better option than the alternative which was to drive to nearby Dillsburg, PA, stand out in the bitter cold, and watch the infamous Dill Pickle drop at midnight.

Roger and I found the new design of the New Year’s Eve Ball to be extremely well crafted. Double the size of previous balls, the new one is a 12 foot geodesic sphere and weighs 11,875 pounds. Covered in 2,668 Waterford Crystals and powered by 32,256 Philips Luxeon Rebel LEDS, the new ball is capable of creating a palette of more than 16 million vibrant colors and billions of patterns.

I don't know if you were fortunate enough to see any of the new patterns, but Roger and I found the above design to be the most breathtaking.

After such a thrilling night of partying, today we are just kicking back and waiting for the Rose Bowl to come on. GO LIONS!!!

Wishing you health, wealth, and happiness in 2009!

Aw shucks!

No, I did not fall off the face of the earth. It's just that I've been busy entertaining family that was visiting from Savannah.

In any event, many of you football fans, like me, are looking forward to another season of fun-filled college football. While I will be packing on the evening of August 29 for my upcoming trip to the Outer Barks, NC, the Nittany Lions will launch the season with activities on Penn State Football Eve beginning at 6 p.m. outside Beaver Stadium. Keep in mind, it's never too early for a tailgate.

With M & D both working at Penn State, we bleed blue and white in the Knowlton household. Don't get me wrong, I know from where my meal ticket comes. But if Joe Pa and his legendary Nittany Lions can't come any closer to winning the National Championship in 2008 than they did last year, I am seriously considering "shucking" my Blue & White jersey, packing my bags, and heading west to try out for the Nebraska Cornhuskers.

While many of you might find my decision to possibly leave the Lions a bit characteristic of a turncoat, I must take my talent where it leads me. With sweet corn being in season in right now, my personal trainer, Hymie the husking house husband, and I have been honing our husking skills practically every day. After all as a member of the canine species, I would only be "lion" to myself if I thought I had more innate talent impersonating a feline than being a corn husker.

Personal trainer and junior husker hone husking skills