Signs of Fall are-a-fallin. They arrived in band uniforms, baking and dunk tank.
This weekend, between both boys, I churned out a bundt cake, big pumpkin brownie (or tomatoe?) and six-dozen packaged brownies. All this sweet stuff for Lucas' regiment band and the "cake walk" for the Back to School BBQ with Daniel. My Teckie picked up the dunk tank in lovely Pt. Hueneme and hauled it because the eighth grade class "puts on" the BBQ, which translates into "the parents" do the work. That's okay, this is Daniel's last year and despite the big-momma-cast on his wing, he helped make the day a success.
|Daniel, friends and Ye' Old Dunk Tank|
|Lucas is second from left on piano|
Friday night we attended the first home football game at Westlake High School. Football is a sure sign of fall, no? We really just went to watch Lucas perform at the half. Then, we left because Westlake High School was creaming the other team; quite uneventful. And, frozen yogurt was calling our names. So, we answered ")
Speaking of football, it is with great sadness that I share that I am out of the suicide football pool. I made an impulsive decision on Thursday night that doomed me. Never make decisions when emotional! My Teckie is still in the pool so I pass the baton of winning to him, Dave or Cutie-Pie.
|Oh, I'm sorry dog, am I boring you?|
Touring two colleges last Thursday was interesting. It led to the my "emtional-ness" that turned into the bad football pick (another sign of fall) that booted me from the pool. I'm an idiota! There was valuable conversation with Lucas about what he wants. Honestly, he wants nothing more than to move out and away from "all the pressue" he feels from home. Like, we require he shower, unload the dishes and keep school a priority. Due to the crazy cost of college his wish to splitsky will wait. We don't always get what we want, right? But -- we get what we need. Thank you, Mick Jagger.
And, talk about pressure ... I feel it on the parent-end when people ask "what colleges we've toured." Um, ... the State College down the street and private college over the hill. I feel like I've failed because I haven't flown Lucas up north and back east and upside down to experience all the options. Jeez! So, perhaps it is ME that feels burdened. And, what a LAME one it is!
|We love us some Fro-yo around here|
Enough about college.
Fall is the time of our anniversary! Today we lined up our car rental which was that final Maui detail. Now, let's hope that this Fallin-sore throat will fade by the time we hop on that plane in 240 hours from now. Aloha!