* Candidate training wasn't totally awful this weekend. I ran my 3 miles in 28.26, another "best time." Only 6 more miles to go until my black belt. Next Saturday is Extreme Day (the entire test with combat sparring) and the following is my Qualification Test (the entire test sans sparring). I have extended versions of Last Dance, Shake Your Groove Thing and Hot Stuff on my Ipod which no doubt improved my run time.
* Because Mr. B is bound and determined to have a Halloween birthday party this month, I've pondered and thought and conceived a "Spooky Graveyard" theme which will be much easier than a "Haunted House." (He had visions of trap doors and zombies chasing his friends around--we're just not that gifted here.)
* I took the children shopping for party props & supplies Saturday night. Hobby Lobby offered up cute scarecrows and plaid pumpkins--not exactly the look we were after. JoAnn's Fabrics offered up more of the same Precious Moments-themed Halloween stuff. So we went to Halloween Express where we encountered the grisly sight of (faux) dismembered limbs. Apparently Halloween is either cute or rated NC-17. The third store was so disturbing that Mr. G burst into tears. We hustled out of there and I spent an hour debriefing the poor child before putting him to bed. Who knew party supply shopping would be so traumatic?
* Every other person at church Sunday was wearing orange. I don't look healthy wearing orange--the only shade that looks okay on me is blaze orange. Not gonna happen. But it's nice to see other people breaking out the fall colors. I opted for gray tights, gray turtleneck and green corduroy skirt.
* Bowling league started and Mr. D and I are making up the Friday night games because of my karate schedule. The first week Jan bowled the top women's series. That fabulous streak ended yesterday afternoon when Jan kept missing her mark and missed a 400 series. If she keeps this up, I'm taking her back to the thrift shop. I didn't pay 50 cents for that kind of poor performance.
* Because we're making up bowling on Sunday afternoons, it's turned into a family affair. We put Team Testosterone on the lane next to us and pull down the bumpers. I have to confess, it's been as much fun as league night bowling with them. Their enthusiasm is pretty infectious.
* Mr. G wants to be a snake for Halloween--if anyone has advice on how to make that costume, I'm all ears.