As most of you know, I have missed three days of school so far because of golf. And just when I think it will be my first full week of school... guess what happens? I get sick. So I will probably have to suck it up until the weekend. Which, if you are looking through the optimist view, is almost there. Then again, almost is only good in horeshoes and handgrenades. Since I don't do either of those things, I guess we will just have to be patient until then. Until that time I can spend my day rambling about how close the weekend is getting, and the process starts all over again after the weekend. So I think I will stop talking now and go outside, for Carlie wants to go jump on our trampoline. After that Zack's football game, and then some relaxation. Hopefully. Right now Carlie is counting down the seconds until we go outside, and you can't keep a rhino (or is it a bull?) from charging for too long, (or something like that) so I leave you with some wise words from a fellow golfer: "Golf is game where you yell "fore" shoot 6 and write down 5." -Paul Harvey