Where Did The Summer Go? Pt 2

It seems July went by without major incident. Hurling practice on Thursdays and games on Sundays tend to make the weeks fly by- except when I have difficulty walking for a day and a half after each game. I am getting old.

Channel 12 did a spotlight on our club and, it just so happens, my team (McBobs) was on the field. If you look closely at the 0:54 mark, I am the large one in the white helmet that comes in from screen right and may or may not check the dude running at me. That may or may not also be the dude who broke my finger last year- we're even now.



August was packed with a couple weddings and a fairly uneventful but pleasant birthday. We were fortunate enough to make our bi-annual semi-annual whichever one means twice a year to Wausau to see the Roz's. Good times were had by all as it is always a nice and relaxing weekend- especially when they don't put me to work (just kidding Angie- you know I don't mind)



A trip to the park. A local church festival. Old Navy. And fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. What can I say- I'm a simple man.


Irish Fest came later in the month. And aside from a minor blow-up from the young lad, we all had a great time. Green slushies and Shamrock Twists for Calvin and Clara. Rueben Rolls and Irish Nachos for Mom and Dad. Irish Dancing. Scottish music. Did I mention Rueben Rolls??


Checking out some crazy Celtic rowing.



Checking out the grounds from above.


Last weekend Marisa was sucked further into small-town life when she attended her first block party. The neighbors have talked about it for years and it finally happened.

I have to say, it was pretty much as I remembered from my neighborhood growing up- kick ball in the street, grilled meat, capture the flag after dark. Only now it had the added bonus of Vodka Lemonades and the modern conveniences of Guitar Hero in the neighbor's garage and a giant rented jumping pit for the kids. I can feel Fredonia sucking us in and I'm not sure how I feel about that.