That is a football term, isn’t it?  Okay, just kidding! 

Before Mark’s dad passed away, Mark and the kids would travel to his apartment every year for the Super Bowl.  My father-in-law played football in his high school days and he had a deep love for the game.  Mark was never as enthusiastic about the game as his father, but he enjoyed spending the day watching the game and viewing the commercials shown during the game.

Mark still watches the big game every year and this year, the kids asked if they could have their friends over. I said yes.

This afternoon I made up another batch of tiny sugar cookies.  As Michelle watched me, she asked if she could “reshape” some of the cookies.  Not sure what she was going to do, I told her yes, then watched as she worked!

Yes, Michelle plans to serve up little football cookies during the game! I think I will never fail to be amazed at this child’s creativity….

Early to Rise….and a Hillbilly Vehicle!

Mark has now been to physical therapy a total of three times.  While I have always been one who loves to rise before the chickens,  Mark is a bit more of a sleepyhead.  Thus, he made all of his appointments for the afternoon.  However, today, he had to take an early morning appointment.  He was a bit nervous, as he had to be there at 7:30.   That meant we had to leave at 7:00, so I (of course!)  was up at 4:00 to make sure we got there on time…

As we got close to Canandaigua, I nearly screamed for Mark to stop! The sun was rising in the sky….but we were late.  So, I snapped a quick photo at the stop light….

The sun was growing larger and larger by leaps and bounds, and although I longed to stay outside and take photos, Mark asked me to come into his appointment with him so I could observe the therapy.  I agreed to come with him, but my poor heart….to say nothing of my trigger finger.

After Mark’s (rigorous!) therapy, we decided to do some shopping for a few things we needed.  When we finished, the kids asked to stop at a plaza to look in a store.  Mark pulled over and we waited while  they went into the store.  When they were done, we were just pulling out when look who pulled into the parking lot!

I had never seen this car before, and I told Mark it was mandatory that I get a picture! After all, how often does one run into a self-professed, genuine hillbilly vehicle?  The sides were so rusted, I wondered how the thing even passes inspection! Even the license plate is tattered and torn!

So, now I am making yet more notes to myself.  I knew Canandaigua had beautiful sunsets, as I have featured them here from time to time.  But now, I must get out and see the sunrises! Oh, and hillbilly cars!