Last night was Freaky Fun Night at SuperPizzaBoy’s school. Everybody had a great time.
We started out early evening with an almost full moon.
SuperPizzaBoy was a ghostbuster. He has his work cut out for him, the place was full of ghosts.
SPB’s friend Nicholas was Zeus
SPB scarfed down some pizza. But, is that really news?
Sweetie was a Gypsy, a cute Gypsy. Sorry for the blurry photo Sweetie. I like it though.
There were games. I made this last year. It has seen lots of use at various events.
SPB’s other friend Quinn got the Scariest Costume award. He scared me, I’ll tell you that.
The joint was jumping!!
Sweetie helped organize the event. I sat in on a meeting with her and the other women organizing the event. They were amazing. You know, I’m thinking about that. I’m tired of hearing about Obama this and W that and Bill this and so on. How about we get Michelle and Laura together and let them run things.I tell you what, we would have decent health care and a balanced budget. The Afghanistan and Iraq wars would get figured out as well. We guys, we just need to be told what to do, and we are fine.
Hey, I’m not done! (Yeah, well I am you mutter) I ran a race today. The Tulsa Run 15k. Its my 16th. This won’t take long.
Here is the starting line. It took me about 3 minutes to get here when the gun sounded.
I only took one picture during the race. This is at about 6K I think.
We finished in front of the BOK Center.
Runners get candy bars courtesy of Quik Trip. This year they had Snickers bars left so I grabbed a couple.
At the finish line we had a band led by Oklahoma’s own Grady Nichols.
They had a very long line for the beer. I hate beer lines. I like it when you just mob the beer truck. I’m pretty good at getting to the front. I don’t elbow anybody. I find a seam, turn sideways, and move through. Square up, find another seam, and repeat. Works wonderfully. Not much can be done with a line.
I got my cup of suds. I think they were running out. The people doing the serving seemed to be in a sour mood. Runners can be pretty demanding. We like to get our moneys worth of free beer.
So right now Sweetie is carving a pumpkin and we are going to go trick or treating tonight.
Beer? In the morning??
Sweetie and SPB looked great! What was your costume?
Oh Yes B! Beer in the morning. The Autism Run is the only beer free race I run and I’ve made efforts for them to step up.
Uh, I didn’t have a costume.
Beautiful and lovely shots !! Nice post !! Thanks for sharing..Unseen Rajasthan
I used to ride a bicycle a fair distance on a semi regular basis but I was never much of a runner. My eldest son Adam on the other hand did the Tulsa Run every year.
Somebody talked him into working up for the Tulsa Marathon, which he did. They put runners into special catagories depending on their age and weight. He went through the registration and answered all the questions honestly, He is 5’9″ and weighed about 210 pounds. He is not fat, he is “big boned”. He got his badge and off he went.
Several hours later he finished the run. Since he had to stop and walk to catch his breath a couple of times he didn’t expect to win anything. He figured that finishing was winning for him. When he finished he gave his tag to the lady at the finish table and started to walk away when his name was called and he was given a card to take to the awards table.
It seems that he finished first in his class. “Really?” he asked. “What class am I in?” He was told that he finished first in the “Clydesdale” Division. Since then he has been known to boast that he is the fastest fat man in Tulsa.
What can I say, he is my kid and I am proud.
It seems the ladies put on a great party for the kids.
Keep running, it’ll keep you young so you can keep up with SPB.
Love SPB’s costume!!!!
Congrats on the Tulsa Run!! Could you be my virtual trainer and get me off this couch and out running! For some reason I’ve completely fallen off the wagon in the past month.
Your son looks like an awesome Ghost Buster. What a great Halloween. I love this holiday; it’s all about kids and fun. Now to bring that spirit into the shopping extravaganza formerly known as Christmas.