Well, less than 12 hours till we head for the sunny warm coast of Florida ... to work my buns off. Oh well, such is the life of an older son. The “kids” have elected not to go with us. A little disappointing as we really enjoy having them along and spending the time together, but they will be the one to miss all the fun. My cough is still hanging on. It is sticking to me better than a 4 week old pair of dirty shorts. This week was short but busy. We went to a Fall Festival at some friend’s house and it was a lot of fun. Lew found the bunnies a handful to hold but he did manage to kiss the goat's ear, though his efforts to pull the goat with his rope proved fruitless. As usual we snacked too much and returned home chilled and full. Bowling was a good this weekend going 4-0 and 5-2. The youth league has only 3 weeks left before the new season starts in January. Looks like we have chosen our cruise for next year ... an 11 day southern Mediterranean (Greece and south) in November 2007. Wonder if the stops include a skinny dipping beach?
Work scene: One down and only one left. A person will take only so much and then it is adios. Which one you ask? They will get the notice tomorrow.
Wild Mom: getting ready for the invasion on Saturday. It will be good to see her again. I can use these days to get her pumped up to go to England. Who knows, maybe #1 Brother will move home in self defense.
#1: As he says ... "I am not broke anymore." He got his first check. Rory is home from Iraq safe and sound.
#2: Hmmm, Still no job and running out of games to play.
Star: Her hair is back to a black and grey combo. We did get to see her and Soldier Boy this weekend. Married life does appeal to him. We had breakfast on Saturday and taught him the finer points of Chip Beef on Toast. Anyone need some size 0 jeans? :)
Princess: What can I say without getting into trouble? Had another sleep over with 5 young ladies. Shall we say the Yorkshire Firehouse now makes routine drive-bys just to check the house out. Oh, and another promise to clean the room. Nod-Nod-Nod. School grades are tolerable, Puppy demands are up, "I love you" is frequent, Work is constant, and we still love her. Not too bad. The new blip on the radar screen is some "cute fireman". Tighten the seat belts as the roller coaster just left the station. Guess I best get the baseball bat cleaned up for the first home visit by the "cute fireman." No pole climbing in this house.
JR: Still getting use to the routines at the Davis Carnival center. He had fun when the soda bottle and mentos came out at the fall festival. It is only natural for such an effervescent personality. Maybe we should call him Bubbles instead of JR?
Utah Scene: They like it so much in Mormonville that they will remain out there till next spring and then maybe move back home.
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