Happy Halloween!

This Saturday I spent most of the day cooped up in my basement working. I did get a lot done, however it meant rearranging our plans a little. Saturday night meant poker, and I drove down to Springfield to play with a bunch of guys from work. Lost forty bucks!!!

Sunday was family time. Went to church. Carved up 4 pumpkins. Anna made me do the flag pattern on one. I'll try and get some photos up. Went to the Wal-Mart in West Virginia for a big shop. Dinner at Denny's.

Then, once the kiddies went to bed, it was time for the Sopranos. Very relaxing all in all. A good day I would say.

So this past Sunday evening Kath and I watched the Sopranos and then the 2nd half of insomnia, a movie that I have been dying to see since it came out on the big screen. Their is some irony hear, but I will get to that in a bit.

The sopranos was kind of a let down I think. Their wasn't as much charge to the activities. For instance, one of the reasons that I like the show so much is that it is constantly dangling possible plot leads and then letting them sit for several episodes. The result is that the whole season ends up feeling more like a movie then a series of unique episodes. I don't think this show would work very well in syndication, but who knows.

So anyway, the ironic part is that I could barely stay awake through insomnia. We had tried to watch it Saturday night, but I had to work Sunday morning, and Kath was very very tired, so halfway through we stopped the vcr. Too tired to watch insomnia. Get it? Ha ha. The Sunday night we waited until the sopranos was over to watch part deux. BY this time its ten pm and its been a long day. I know I'm getting old. I know that ten pm was the time when, in some other life, I would be calling freinds to see if they wanted to go out. I know all this and that's okay, but its only ten pm and I am watching this great movie, in which Al Pacino grows ever more haggard and tired in front of 24 hour light of an Alaskan townin the summer. 6 days he goes without sleep, and its ten pm on a sunday night and I can barely keep my eyes open in the dark here in Suburban virginia.

Yesterday, the family went to a fall festival fund raising at a local Elementary school. My freind Dennis, has a daughter in school there. It was great fun. Of course the event had to be hosted in the gymnasium because of asshole sniper man. But it was okay. You entered and bought tickets, which could be used for rides, games, and tickets. PJ spent most of the time in his backpack, sitting high up on daddy's shoulders and enjoying the view. Anna's favorite was the cake walk.

We tried the cake walk a few times, and Anna wanted very badly to win a cake. At first she was very patient. But every time it seemed that the child who won was just next to her. She would carefully stpe from square to square in a circle with the other children, and then wait for the high school girl to call out a number. No cake again! After about six tries, including one when we had about 4 people in the cake walk, after all these tries with no success, Anna had just about given up.

She was no longer stepping from square to square. She was looking at the floor and kind of shuffling along, like a prisoner on her way to roll call. I heard the high school girl whisper to the number-picker "make sure its number one this time" which was where my dejected daughter was standing. And it was one! Anna one a plastic box of cupcakes! Never mind that we probably spent about five or six dollars to win a two dollar box of cupcakes. All was well again and Anna had stopped shuffling, and THAT was the big thing after all.