What day, you ask? Well, the day when, instead of trying to come up with something interesting to say, I will instead try to figure out how to insert pictures in my little blog. I have no idea if I can make it work, but, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
These are my boys. Brandon, age 21, is on the left, and Alex, age 16, on the right. This was taken last summer at one of the beautiful beaches on the coast of Maine.
Yes, they are both long-haired freaks. I don't know why they both want to grow their hair so long. I certainly didn't start out preferring it, but I vowed a long time ago never to fight the hair battle with them. I have a firm rule about tatoos and piercings, but hair is temporary. And, if they get their hair genetics from their father's side, it's REALLY temporary, so they should enjoy it while they can. After I while I got so used to it that I actually think I like it. Go figure.
This is Brandon, racing his team of dogs. Oh, did I forget to mention that we have a whole kennel full of racing sled dogs? 40 of them. Seriously. Both the kids have been racing since they were about 3 or 4. Brandon was Maine State Open Class Champion for the last several years. He is in college, but lives at home to be near his precious dogs (and because he's no dummy and has figured out how good he has it!)
And this is Alex, racing his slightly smaller team (6 dogs). Both of these photos were taken last winter - with all the snow we had last year, they went racing just about every weekend. Alex is a junior in high school.
I've promised the kids that this blog will not be about them, but they are a huge part of my life, and I thought that you might like to see what they look like. This way, if I ever complain that they are driving me crazy, you can picture them.