Signs of Springtime

I have referred to "The Hole" in our backyard.  Springtime is digging season.  I believe he may be attempting to tunnel under the backyard.  Remind me to put a stop to that.  Feel free to dig to China, but please don't mess up the sprinkler system-- or hit a gas line.  Especially the gas line.

Don't be grossed out.  This is a grub that Faith kept as a pet in a bucket for a few days.  Isn't Springtime wonderful?  All of the outdoors comes indoors!

Springtime is March Madness.  BYU had a big game tonight, which they lost, but since I am an openly avowed fair-weather fan, I'm over it.  I don't expect you to respect me for my position, but there it is.  Abe really wanted to watch the game-- but we don't have the cable channel it was on.  So we did what all responsible parents of six children do when they want to watch a ball game-- we left our children home so we could spend the evening at a local sports bar.

Okay, it was just a restaurant with a really big screen TV and of course, no alcohol was consumed.  Sometimes it is fun to get out and do something outside of the normal.  Not that going to a restaurant is exactly a cultural experience.

I don't watch much sports, unless you count ballroom dancing and ice skating.  Let me just say, that the commericals shown during "man" sporting events are very different from what I usually watch.  I don't actually watch much TV, but what I do watch isn't sponsored by beer companies, video games, Direct TV, cool cars, or sports drinks.  I'm more in the dishwasher detergent, body lotion, and diapers and baby wipes demographic. 

That's okay--it takes all kinds. 

You should know that although Abe is also a fair-weather fan, he is more loyal than me and the loss was hard on him this evening.  Please be gentle with him if you talk to him over the next few days.