Labor Day...

Thank You, Lord, for Labor Day in the US. I have no idea how I would survive the fall without Labor Day. It's psychological, I know.

School is off to a blazing start. Micro is the word of the year. I can't comment beyond that.

KLC got several pieces of great news, back to back to back. She's locked in the tower researching colleges and writing essays this afternoon. Discovered that Dook offers a special education major. No. That is all. No.

Zn is at the lake with his best bud from the old school. End of summer ski-fest. I'm sure he'll be fried to a crisp when he gets home. He's had two games on JV at the new school. It's really a great program and really a great school. He was struggling to get some PT, until this week's game, when he got a pretty nice chunk a defensive tackle. ALMOST got a sack, but some rude little opponent cheated and grabbed him by the back of the jersey just as he shot through the gap.

Zk is busy melting down at the moment, mad that he's not able to throw a ball over his shoulder and catch it. Jimmy's trying to school him in the ways of the quarterback. My baby will be ten in just a short while. Wow. Wow. Wow.  And now, he's doing some fingertip drill Jimmy taught him today. He did it 103 times in a row. I guess that's good. I am not privy to the ways of the quarterback tribe.

Jimmy cleaned the pool and put the final supports under the deck rebuild from this summer. He also stepped in and finished the wallpaper-stripping I was doing earlier this morning. A good man IS hard to find.

I feel like ... well, I'm not allowed to use that euphemism anymore due to new rules at work. I don't feel well. My head if full to the brim of goo. I have my annual September throat and head muck that comes from swimming in the viral cesspool of school. hack - sniff - achoo - squeak - cough


The condo made it through Hurricane Irene with flying colors. Didn't even lose power. There are a couple of water spots on the ceiling again, and the HOA is taking care of those. We are grateful, grateful, grateful.

I am starting CJ Mahaney's Humility. I figure if I'm going to survive this year of schwork, I'm going to be a slightly more willing participant in the battle against pride.

That's us in a nutshell. Gotta go now... Kelsey found an old helium balloon, and hilarity is occurring in the other room.