Talk to Me, So you Can See, What's Going On..

No.
This is just unconstitutional. We just cannot allow religious education to be subsidized. Why isn't more money being spent on our public schools, making them better?
This quote nails it for me:
"Parents who make private choices to educate their children outside the public system are no less responsible for all children than are child-free people. High quality free education for all is our obligation in a democracy."

Please keep the line between church and state clear!

Le Bonheur Ca Se Trouve Pas En Ligot, Mais En P'tite Monnaie!

Ahhh, oui. Le Brioche. Mon amie, Julie shared this recipe with me. It turned out le delicious. In fact, he first loaf was eaten within 2 hours after in came out of the oven. By me. Okay, The Captain, Fish and two of their friends helped. My girl, Mrs. Brown was there, but she says she didn't eat any of it. I think she's lying. I saw some jam on the corner of her mouth when she left. It was so tres bien, I have another 2 loaves rising right now. Merci, Julie! I would make some for you, but I am le tired.

For those who don't parlez-vous, the title means, "Happiness doesn't come from bars of gold, but from small change." Roughly. It describes how I feel about baking bread...and eating it. The title came from a little french song about Sunday afternoon lunches, spent with family and the pleasure we get from such simple things. Watching our kids grow, seeing our parents smile at them, telling stories and laughing, good food, good friends, good times.

This weekend, as per Team Tradition, (Traditiooooon! TRADITION!) we watched the UT-OU game and then picked pumpkins at a pumpkin patch. Our usual pumpkin place was the fantastic South 47 Farm, in Redmond, WA. Since that is about 2,400 miles away, we went to the Elgin Christmas Tree Farm...which also is a pumpkin patch in the fall. It was certainly a respectable pumpkin patch, but it is Texas in October. Which means it was 90 degrees out. Not very fallish. The Captain had a great time, though, what with the hayride and all. The rest of us, not so much. Fish was displeased with the heat, and Mr. Purl frowns upon holiday festivities and the like. (He says it's because he's dead inside.) It was just hot. And we had to pay for admission. Then we told The Captain to pick any pumpkin he liked, so he chose a really big one out of the $9 pile. So we stood in line to pay, with Fish shaking his tiny, angry fists at us, got to the front of the line to hear the cashier say, "That will be $18, please.". Mr. Purl looks at me with that look, and I say to the cashier, "But it was in the $9 pile!!"
She says, very sweetly, "I am so sorry, we charge by weight. That one should not have been in the pile."

The Captain starts wailing, "NOOO! This is the best pumpkin in the world! We can't put it back!", Fish has gone from just shaking his tiny, angry fists, to growling and shaking them, and there are about seven thousand people behind us in line. Mr. Purl, pulls out a twenty, gives me that look, and pays the nice lady. I heart him.
So, we drive home and I announce it's family nap time. Sigh. I miss you, Pacific Northwest. But I am learning to love you again, Texas, for what you are.

..In My Life, I've Loved Them All...

Please welcome a new/old member of our family. Bailey was our first baby, when we were first married. He lived with my mom while we were living in Hong Kong and now he's back with us. The Captain and the Fish adore him and Bailey is happy to have some kids to chase. It's like having another kid, but one who doesn't need a college education or a car. He doesn't talk back, either. Welcome, sweet Bailey Dog!!

Et Aussi, quest que c'est?

Vous verrez ajourd hui!

So Fill Me To The Parting Glass, Good Night And Joy Be With You All

Tomorrow night is the VP debates. Did you watch the Presidential debates? Mr. Purl and I discovered a drinking game on the internets after the debates had ended. It sounded fun, so I thought maybe we could have one for the VP debates! It's pretty simple, not too many rules. Every time Sarah Palin opens her mouth, cringe, open a bottle of hooch and down it to drown out her fall back talking points and word salad.

On a lighter note, today marks the start of SOCKTOBERFEST! I have some lovely Lorna's Laces Shepherd sock yarn in edgewater. I haven't picked a pattern yet, but I have some in mind. I'll decide tonight, cast on and show you tomorrow. I am aware of my indecisive nature.

Sigh....Mr. Purl is out of town in Viva Las Vegas. I miss him desperately! He is so appreciated here, and when he's gone, there's a big hole left empty. Come home soon, we love you!
Ta ta, all.