Busy, Busy, Busy

Today we had a full day of activities. We woke up this morning and had McDonald's for breakfast before heading out to the Boil Weevel Fall Festival. Yes, you heard it, Boil Weevel had a festival. Not only that, just about everyone in town turned out and they even had a Halloween custom contest. I am sure if we would have entered Cade he would have won. I know everyone agrees. 

The pictures above are from around here. The last is someone's yard. The took small pumpkins and turned them into a pumpkin Army attacking a flight student. I guess they have a Halloween decorating contest around here. Some people have gone all out. I am going to try and get a few more to show you. We think that it is pretty stupid. But then when you realize so many people leave base at Christmas and don't decorate all at you realize why. We probably will put lights up... I mean if i can talk John into putting lights up we will. But no tree. It makes me sad, but with us going home for three weeks, there is no reason. Just something for the cat to knock over. So those who we are seeing in St. Louis better have a nice looking tree since it will be Cade's first one!

The other pictures of our first family pumpkin. Cade could have cared less while John was carving it. I then had to get all the seeds because we wanted to try and make our own. John did a great job. After he was done and we put a candle in it, Cade thought it was so cool. He actually clapped! Literally the first time he did! He started screaming and clapping when we turned the lights off and just the pumpkin was light. I have to go by some tea lights, because all I have is yankee candles. So right now we have the best smelling pumpkin around!

While we were at the festival today, we were giving a handout of a free newsletter that is found around the Wiregrass. Nothing special but on the last page was a poem I thought was pretty good. From Street Talk America - From a kid in Arizona

NEW School Prayer

Now I sit my down in school

Where praying is against the rule

For this great nation under God

Find mention of Him very odd.

If scripture now the class recites,

It violate the Bill of Rights.

And anytime my head I bow

Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,

That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.

The law is specific, the law is precise.

Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall

Might offend someone with no faith at all.

In silence alone we must meditate,

God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress likes freaks,

And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.

They've outlaws guns, but FIRST the bible.

To quote the Good Book makes us liable. 

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,

And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.

It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong.

We're taught that such "judgements" do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,

study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.

But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,

No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,

When chaos reigns the school's a mess.

So, Lord, this silent plea I make:

Should I be shot: My soul please take!

Amen

Last but not least is a few videos shot by daddy tonight. One is of him walking around and trying to put his sock back on and the other is Cade moving around the house.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5126945655939171934&hl=en

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5139574037904602073&hl=en