To break from the usual "Here's what I baked and Look! a picture of my dogs," as Casey described my blog, I have a variety of pictures from this weekend's events.
First, a beautiful sunset near the library:Then...well, what I made. English toffee with walnuts, Peanut brittle, Salty, sweet frito candy and Rolo pretzel bites. These have been bagged up, two or three kinds of candy per bag, and will be distributed to friends and family next week. Casey Gooden, who disapproves of mass-candy production, will be receiving coal in his baggy.
Also, I got to watch Casey run the White Rock Marathon today. I saw him at around the 7 mile point, the 12 mile point, the 15 mile point, and I was waiting for him at the 21 mile point. And waiting, then I get a call. He's freely bleeding from one of his toes and can't walk. Seeing as he's doing a 50k in two months, there was no point in dragging himself for six miles. So, we called it a really fast 20 mile run and went to lunch at the Porch. It was delicious.
And leaving our house later, we spotted the terrific baby-pink dog and couldn't miss the photo-op.
Even better was her owner. Red dyed hair, green-rimmed glasses, stripped top, cheetah print tights, pink socks and lime green Crocs. Being that's what I wear too when I walk my dogs after washing them in jello, it makes perfect sense. The dog smelled nice.
Then we attended a 1-year-old's birthday party. Little Luke took a while to warm up to the cake, but eventually he sufficiently shmeared himself with icing to be totally cute. Why is that so uncute later in life? It's a shame. I do love icing.
And his parents, Tim and Marcy (she's in the middle), threw him quite a party. If only he had teeth to enjoy all the food. We do, though, and it was great.
And not to be upstaged by all the other parents and children attending, Casey had his moment in the limelight too.