Thanksgiving Day Turkey Trot

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Today I'm grateful for an amazing wife. Deborah's been training for months (waking up at six in the morning!) for the Turkey Trot 5K (3.2 mile) run. Everyone went this morning to cheer her on. Way to go Deb!

~Jesse

Presenting (drum roll)... the Andrew Sisters!

Deborah and I went back in time last night to "the Golden Age of Radio," a stake activity featuring Deborah as one of the Andrew sisters! I could tell you about how great, wonderful, and spectacular they sounded- but instead I'll let you play the video and hear for yourself:

Isn't she amazing?

~Jesse

Squaresville

Jesse (thank you, Rochelle) took us back in time. Both being nerds in high school (oh wait - I was the nerd, not Jes), we would have been "squares" in the 50s. Maybe we should go "back to the future."

NEWS FLASH

Today Marshall Elementary hosted The Storybook Character Parade. Julie make an appearance as Abraham Lincoln. She made her hat, carefully assembled her outfit, and boasted a bowtie made by Jesse. (Okay, Lincoln's not a fictional character, but he was featured in a book she read recently, and he inspired her.) David was invited by the kindergarden teachers to appear as one of the 101 Dalmations, so we put spots on a white church shirt, and Jesse used duct tape and construction paper to make him doggie ears.

"Quote Of the Week"

James had horrible bed-head this morning, so I wet it down and brushed it straight, just for a change. The kids were upstairs playing before school so they did not see me do this. When I finally called them down to get in the van to head to school, James went upstairs to meet them. I heard David exclaim, "Oh no, what happened?!" Julie replied, "It's okay. Now he looks like everyone else."

Would You Believe . . . ?

. . . that this tomato plant was ten inches tall when I brought it home from Georgia? We visited Jesse's sister Rochelle and her family over Mothers' Day weekend; the gift from the ward was a tomato vine starter. Jesse encouraged me to take one, although I was convinced it would not survive the trip home. Six months later it is as tall as our fence (sorry the glare cuts off the top of the photo) and is producing like crazy. The cooler weather (i.e., seventy-five degrees vs. ninety-plus degrees) and shorter amount of direct sunlight has slowed the ripening time, but my friend assures me I can ripen them on my counter.

The first of the ripened tomatoes: