Oct 28, 2012 |
- Sometimes luck is all you need.
- Sometimes, luck will get you through the door but skill will keep you going.
- You can’t win ’em all.
- But you should always try.
- Just because you were good once, doesn’t mean you still are.
- Keep your eye on the prize.
- Don’t be distracted by the glamour.
- You can’t hit if you don’t swing: take the chance!
- Greatness is a heritage for some and a moment for others.
- Sometimes, the job is to succeed. Sometimes, the job is just to move.
- Hurts happen.
- It’s never okay to take your frustrations out on someone else.
- But sometimes, it happens anyway.
- Look up. You can’t catch what’s coming your way if you’re looking at your shadow.
- Run full force into walls. It’s the only way to go.
- Acrobatics required. Not always. But definitely often.
- Run fast. Run straight. Stop only when you have to.
- Pay attention to the game.
- Appreciate your audience.
- Success isn’t always winning. Sometimes it’s just getting farther than you were yesterday.
- No matter what, celebrate a job well done.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Oct 27, 2012 |
We spent the day with the Second Family at one the great local attractions: Frazier’s U-Pick Pumpkin Patch.
It’s refreshing because there aren’t a lot of farms in the So Cal desert. We have to drive a distance to get to the Orchards. Entering the gates at Frazier’s is like entering a different climate.
The large fields offer quite the selection of pumpkins. It’s almost like a Dr. Seuss book: Big, Small, Short, Tall, One or Many, Take Them All.
Hanging Pumpkin
Pumpkins!
Through the Tall Grass
More Pumpkins!
This time of year, it’s a booming business. With their amazingly affordable selection, there are pumpkins for everyone.
Julie’s Pumpkins
Multi-Colored
It is, as their name states, a U-Pick patch. They grow the pumpkins on the vine and leave it to the customer to pluck them from the fields. Most of the time, they will cut them off the vine to make it easier for the younger children.
Hopie’s Find!
It’s free to enter and wander. There’s no structure or path. You can easily spend hours enjoying the fresh air, sunshine, and people-watching.
They have a mini-train tour that circles the fields. It makes several stops as the Engineer tells how the pumpkins are grown and how the Corn Maze is structured.
The Pumpkin Train
We saw some wonderful pumpkins that the girls wanted to share.
Dot’s Delight
Padme’s Perfect Pick
Eating the Cinderella
I adopted Fred.
I shall call him Fred, and he shall be my Pumpkin.
Then we bought tickets for the Corn Maze.
The Corn Maze is an annual Must-Do. Each year has a different layout. My two Un-Sons assured Dot and I that they could easily get us out. *Insert laugh-track here*.
Un-Son Number One says go Thatta-way!
But Little Man says, This-a way!
We finally split up, with Dot and Un-Son Number One going one way, as I let Little Man lead me to the exit.
Lost in the Corn Maze.
After we regrouped and headed out, we drove down the street to the Pizza Factory and earned back our calories.
Yumm with a Slice of Fun
The kids entertain themselves differently than when Julie and I were kids…
“Snape. Snape. Severus Snape.”
We’ll be carving our bigger pumpkins on Monday, and I can’t wait! Tomorrow (Sunday) we’re going to Un-Son Number One’s hockey game.
And now if you’ll excuse me, Fred and I are going to watch the Game. All I can say, since they beat my Beloved Yankees, is
“Let’s Go Tigers!”
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Oct 26, 2012 |
I could give you a litany of writer’s excuses… too distracted, too busy, too lazy, writer’s block, no inspiration…
But the real reason I didn’t have a post for Friday is this:
I managed to aggravate my early-onset arthritis with the yard work I did on Wednesday, and as you can see, typing has been a bit difficult for me.
Tomorrow I’ll be back in business, complete with a Trekaroo review of the local Pumpkin Patch. That’s where this photo was taken years ago. It reminded me so much of the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, that I had to get it!
The Pumpkin Grinch
And now, before I aggravate my finger with more typing, and aggravate you with more typos, I’m off like a dirty shirt!
Have yourself a wonderful Friday evening, and watch out for ghoulies and goblins!
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
