Last night was parents night at WE's cross country meet. It was beautiful weather, the kids all ran great (except for Kyle, we'll get to that later) and there were 8 different schools there and a ton of kids. I had a harder time finding a parking space for that than I do for going to a Friday night football game. WE ran hard and broke his personal record by a minute and 10 seconds, which is pretty amazing. Another girl got the 9th all time high score in our schools history. It was a pretty great night. Then came the parents night part, where they announce the kids, then introduce their parents and call them up for their athlete to give them a flower. I got an orange carnation with a black ribbon tied around the stem, it looked a bit funeral, but black and orange are the school colors. Last year I bought some clearance Halloween stuff in November and told Angel #4 it was school gear - she didn't fall for it. WE's coach was getting all the kids parents names down so he could announce us and WE told him my name was Fluffy Bunny - thankfully, coach knew better and didn't announce me that way. Coach is on to WE's little tricks. A couple weeks ago, WE was trying to get out of having to practice by saying he had a concussion. He staggered around and kept calling the coach Coach Dad. Coach didn't fall for that one either. And talk about concussions, that's why Kyle couldn't run last night, he got a concussion during practice - horsing around and wrestling with the one of the guys. This is the second concussion in cross country this fall, the other kid got in a car accident on the way to practice. I almost think football would be a less dangerous sport. :p
I got about a dozen quarts of apple pie filling canned up today. I love canning food, it's a sick addiction. At least we've got something to eat after I give in to the addiction, which is more than you can say for a stamp collection or Precious Moments figurines.
Thanks Afton, I think WE and his girlfriend are a cute couple. He does good as a boyfriend, he drives her nuts, then does something sweet or romantic just in time to save his butt. It's a talent he learned from his father, I think.