Smells Like Hockey

So... the mite-sized game jersey that Casey had for hockey this season was a bit small, and the team manager queried the other team managers looking for an unused larger jersey.

Apparently, the only jersey he could get his hands on was a midget-sized jersey. "Midget" is the age division for high-school players, and they only play a short season of town hockey in the early fall before playing school hockey in the winter. Therefore, midget season is over, and all of their jerseys have been turned in. Unwashed. 

So... the manager brought the larger sized jersey to today's game. It smells, of course, like a rank, sweaty teenage boy. Britt says it smelled so bad that his eyes teared up and his nose hairs curled. 

Casey, however, took a whiff and said (with reverence): "It smells like pure hockey."

That's not all.

The Cambridge team won today's game, and Casey scored four of the team's five game goals. Now, you may or may not know that athletes can be superstitious, but Casey came home not only pleased about his four goals but also adamant that I not wash the stinky (and apparently lucky) jersey...

Casey's Soccer Season

Casey wants you all to know that his soccer season ended Saturday, November 8. His team finished with a 6,1 and 2 (6 wins, 1 loss and 2 ties). Casey and his friend Sky were on the same team.

The Widsom of a 3rd Grader

"Pants. They're really important."

-Casey, Nov. 8, 2008

Lucky, Lucky Me

I got new countertops this week. It's Formica, in a color called multifleck. You can see it, here but it's hard to tell on the screen just how pretty it is.

Britt's Take on the State Prop. Results

Question 1: Repeal the state income tax? NO
Question 2: Decriminalize marajuna possession? YES
Quesion 3: Prohibit greyhound racing beginning in 2010? YES

= Your tax dollars: buying pot for retired greyhounds.

Our Halloween

This year, our Halloween began a full week before the actual event. First up: a Halloween celebration at Britt's office on Friday afternoon beforehand. Beau and Casey are, perhaps, getting a bit old for the event, but it was good to have them there to off-set the tide of preschool princesses.

Beau was a sort of mercenary archer, and Casey was Jackie Chan.

That weekend, Britt and Casey went to the Halloween event at the local cub scout camp. (Can you find Jackie Chan?)



Casey carved his own pumpkin this year.

As usual, we had the neighbors here for pre-trick-or-treating dinner. (We also had a "haunted basement this year, but there are no photos of the actual basement-dwelling ghouls.)

Then, sufficiently fortified, we went out to beg for candy.