No Hurricanes. No breaks. No Hiney flu. A bit homesick... but too busy to think about it!

Where has the summer gone? Fall arrived yesterday and it was the muggiest day I can remember here. Posts are few and far between folks, and unless I can figure out how to post while driving, it may be this way for awhile. The love bugs are gone, which I'm told is the old wives' tale indicator that the storm threats are gone as well. Glad that we won't worry about that anymore, but we could've all used a break and a visit to Tennessee. School started and I think all we do is drive after school/work until bedtime because we have too much going on! 3 playing high level (translate: intense and travel) soccer. The car smells like a pack of sweaty dogs and no amount of Febreeze is helping. Also football, serious serious serious ballet, gymnastics, cross-country, swimming and...alot of sailing. Kids are all getting tremendous amounts of experience on several different types of boats. They still do pretty darned good for little lake sailors. Sailing season is here and it's wonderful! Paul and I are jealous. We can't even find much time to rig our boat right now! After a dry summer, the rain has hit and I'm always amazed at how much can fall in a short time. We now know that if our headlights catch red eyeballs at night we're looking at a gator. Seems they have an extra clear eyelid that reflects red. Isn't that cool? We learned that little fact as we kayaked with friends and did a little spotlighting on our way back from Pontchartrain up the bayou after dark. Every weekend is like living in a 'Man vs. Food' episode as we experience all that Louisiana offers. Roast beef po-boys last weekend, amberjack (my favorite fish!) at the seafood counter. We are spoiled! This food sure has contributed to the size of the kids, though, and yes Paul and I are not immune to growth! (Motto: Exercise To Eat!) Zeke is perfecting his driving skills down here amidst the crazies. He has his permit and actually has driven across the 24-mile Pontchartrain bridge a couple of times. I didn't breathe at all the first trip. Second trip was better! I am teaching 3 classes at the gym every week (two early morning at 5:30 and one on Friday afternoon). Sometimes the Friday class starts with 'Five O'clock Somewhere' or LSU fight song. I think I'll eventually get brave enough to play Rocky Top, but not yet. We're not picking up the local lingo, but I've got to say that 'making groceries' (getting groceries) and 'I've been havin' it' (I've had it) are two local sayings that crack me up every time. The world is a bit off center down here, there's no doubt, but most don't ever leave. They vacation on the Panhandle. They don't leave. They're all kin. Those Boudreaux and Thibodeaux jokes. They're true. I'm not kidding! It's funny. I love it.