Three Day Weekend

Happy Labor Day and more importantly, happy One Day Before Mom's Birthday Day!  This three day weekend was quite well timed for us- my first full week of school, first full week of softball practice and first week of Ginger's new puppy training class.  Time to catch our breath and plow forward.

School has been going well for the 8 days I've been there.  Mrs. Stalkfleet is definitely not warm and fuzzy but she has made her expectations clear so we all know how things are going to be for the year.  After last year's barely controlled chaos, this is a welcome relief, for the parents anyway.

I am playing fall softball.  I am the oldest and tallest on the team, the one with the most experience (which isn't saying too much) and the coaches are not nearly as organized as Coach Trish from the spring.  But, at least I am out on the field, putting all my practice with dad to use.  I got to pitch one practice.  It wasn't pretty which is a little surprising because I have been doing well at home.  We're chalking up to pressure and nerves.   You know how those practices can get!

Ginger has started Puppy 2 class and she definitely is not head of the class this time.  She is going through Obnoxious Puppy Phase- barking at her own shadow, scared of everything but she is figuring things out.  We had a barbecue on Sunday with lots of kids and people and she did awesome.  Us kids kept her super busy out at the pool and spraying her with a hose for hours on end.  She loved it!  Her poor little paws are raw this morning from all of that fun.

We put a picture in of our new barstools- because we really like them and because of why we had to get them.  Nobody liked our old barstools.  They were ugly, dated and didn't match anything but they were functional and we had other things to spend our money on first.  Our lovely puppy pushed the barstool issue though.  Mom and I were minding our business, doing homework, getting dinner ready etc. when mom turns around and finds Ginger balanced on the seat of one the old stools.  All four feet of our 60 pound dog on one small seat.  Next thing we know, she is standing on top of our counter.  All four feet of our 60 pound dog on our counter.  She was so very proud of herself.  Mom stays very cool and collected (NOT!) and tries to get Ginger down without breaking the dog's leg.  Ginger jumps back onto the stool and then onto the ground, knocking the stool over in the meantime.  It crashes to the ground, makes an unholy loud noise, scares Ginger to death and breaks it into a few pieces.  And that was the end of the old barstool.  Good thing it was an ugly stool.

So that was the excitement of our week- hope yours is just as fun!