Summer Doldrums?

I beleive it has been almost a week since my last posting, and I would love to blame it on the doldrums of Summer. Well, I really cannot. Yes I did have a couple of fraternal-free days this past week (Wed-Fri), and I caught up on some well deserved rest, however it is back to work.

We are all still flying pretty high due to the success of the Sportsman's Extravaganza last week. How lucky were we to have such a beautiful day, when it was originally scheduled for the 2nd Saturday of August, which was the ugly, humid, hot day, with spot showers throughout the area. Not that we did not enjoy ourselves yesterday. We attended the Annual Directors Staff Pig Roast, and Carrie made all the desserts. The D-Staff changed the menu and we officially did not have pig, but we had such a feast of sausage, pork tenderloins, steak, and bbq chicken. Add the appetizers of steamed mussells and ribs, and we were all in meat comas by the end of the day. Carrie's desserts, which she began on Thursday, were once again well received. Who knew if you put a lot of rum in a standard bundt cake, shriners would gobble up every little piece. I told Carrie that she should market it as "The Heavenly Shriner" Cake and she would have at least 70 dedicated customers.

Sunday: is the first annual Shriners for Hospital 5k Run at Hazel Park Racetrack. All proceeds benefit the Shriners Hospitals for Children. This is another benefit of teaming up with the great people of Hazel Park, I only see positive things in the future for all concerned.

Carrie and I will also be attending our Assistant Rabbans wife's annual golf outing to benefit finding a cure for breast cancer. Carrie made 4 boxes of cupcakes, and the most georgeous pink leotard dress to give out.

Tomorrow is our annual trip to Coldwater to attend the Branch County Shriners Fish Fry. I am going to try to leave work a little early and pick Carrie up in Ann Arbor and drive out to Coldwater to meet Moslem Shriners farthest West Shrine Club. It always is a great event, topped off by fresh, homeade ice cream by their local Amish neigbors.

So I get three days off, and now I am at least 3 days on. I am continuing our mantra from the beginning of the year, which was penned by our Imperial Potentate. Life is "Feztastic"