Weasel Stomping Day

In all the excitement over the upcoming Halloween festivities, we could be guilty of overlooking an important October Holiday, Weasel Stomping Day. For more information, please watch the informative video linked above. It's a heritage thing.

Superwoman's Sqaud

I received the following e-mail from Aunt Rose tonight. She has completed the Susan Komen Race for the cure with lots of support along the way. Great job Aunt Rosemary! I love you.

The e-mail reads:

Made it through the drizzly, cold, mile walk (felt like at least five!) with the help of my great on-site team and the strategically-placed benches located along the route, and buoyed by all your good wishes and the surprise appearance of my great friend Neely, husband Mike, and Luna.

Thanks to Melissa’s great friends at work, we carried the attached as placards, which I thought you’d all get a kick out of.

Blessings to all of you.

New Game

Here's a new game for you bloggers. Many of you have become lazy and refuse to leave comments. This has to end! Half the fun is commentary, so if you are just checking these from your phone or something and are not leaving comments- well, stop it! Shame on you.

To get you back in the habit, please answer this entry in the following way:
Upon leaving a comment, you will notice a "word verification". Please write your "word verification" word with your proposed definition and send it my way. Real life example: Smelvd- Any variety of midgets commonly employed to pose as an elf during the Christmas season. As in: Miles made his living as a Smelvd, but found that the summers were particularly lean. Now wasn't that easy.

Snowball is Alive

For all of you wondering if a hamster was harmed in the Greenbean household, never fear. Snowball has been found safe and sound with nothing more than a nasty cowlick. She returns to Jenna's school, this morning, a bit wiser to the ways of the world. Flossie will miss her.

I, however, look forward to her departure. Her loud squeaks were especially hard to take at 4:00am. Goodbye, sweet rodent, goodbye.

Flossie and Snowball

A couple of days ago I wrote a short, complaining about getting old. I should not complain. Flossie May has been with Leslie and me for over 15 years now and in dog years, that's...well, a bunch. She's been a terrific companion and family member, but we can see her slow decline has begun to speed up lately.

Jenna, as a reward of some sort, was able to bring home the class mascot named Snowball. Here she is, showing Flossie who's boss. Shortly after this photo was taken, Flossie ate Snowball. I was proud she still had a bit of the ole spunk in her.

40 and Beyond

I am stunned when I realize that most of my friends are old men. They whine about their knees, scratch balding heads and generally fart more than your average youngster. Sickening really.

The reality is, some of my friends act older than others. Some even look older than they are. And then there are the few who seem to defy age. They are the basically the same boy or girl they were in high school or college. I hate them.

As for me, I must now go take my bath and soak my aching knee. My receding hair needs combing and I must treat Leslie to a bit of the ol' musical pants before the urge leaves me. Good night dear children and relish your youth. It will be gone in the morning.

Birthday Party

Well, Jenna's weekend birthday party was a success. Here are a few pictures which captured the "camping" themed event.
Jenna's one request: a pinata. I suppose that they camp in Mexico, too.

Campfire Cake

Jenna, my youngest daughter, turned 10 years old on Wednesday (unbelievable to me). This evening she is having a "Camping Party" with a few friends to celebrate her entry into double digits. I had a lot of fun watching Jenna and Leslie make a campfire cake this morning. I think they did a great job, how about you?