Camera Found

Yeah!! Dave found my camera. Here are a few pictures from Halloween. Jordan, Jackson and Emma joined some friends before the Village Meadows Fall Festival.


Ren and Katie Strebe had a similar theme in mind.

Aren't they a scarey lot? Savannah is the resident Witch Doctor with a few Voodoo dolls. Emma decided to be Robin Hood to match her friends Maid Marian costume. Ren is a 50's Greaser, Jordan a skeleton, and last but not least Jackson impressed all with his bat wings that pop out when he pulls a string.

Alisha's goulish pair were too cute not to throw in there too.

All in all a pretty good Halloween although we missed Dave terribly. He promises not to miss it next year and now I have it in writing.

Happy Voting Day

Isn't she adorable?
Mrs. Robinson had them doing these weird signs. It was like no sign language I've ever seen.

Our school music teacher puts on a freedom concert every year to honor our veterans, country and our freedoms. This year she picked the sapiest (sp?) songs ever. I guess I'm of the opinion that the good 'ole patriotic songs that I grew up with can't really be replaced. Emma was adorable though. She had a few speaking parts. The only way to see your kids in the music programs here is by having them tryout for parts. Otherwise she has a tendency to put the short kids (my kids) in the way back.

Misplaced camera

I can't find my camera so the halloween pictures will have to wait. By the way, if anyone has seen a lonely camera laying around let me know.

Handyman

I have to take a moment to rave about my handyman. I love that Dave is not afraid to take things apart and try to fix them. In the last couple weeks our brakes on the van needed to be replaced, our computer power source and dvd player were fried, and yesterday our dryer started making a horrible screeching sound. So Dave saved us a ton of money by replacing the brakes, buying and installing the new power source and dvd player for the computer, and last night he took the dryer apart and discovered a pencil had worked its way into the back by the fan. I am not saying fixing everything himself has always gone right (timing belt gone wrong) but he's not afraid to try. Instead of paying $100 to have someone come out and tell me I had a pencil in my dryer I just had to give him a pat on the back and a kiss of appreciation. I love you babe!