Rams on Ice and Some Big Fat Hogs

Weekends at the Remler household are always full of something, and this weekend is an excellent example. It started Friday morning as Lawson and the rest of the eighth grade at St. Peter the Apostle School took a field trip. We started the morning at McDonald's for a healthy breakfast of McGriddles, McMuffins, and McFlurries. Nothing like a tummy full of calories and trans fats to fortify us for a morning on the ice.

Don't these boys look like they're ready to attempt some Salchows?

Then off we went to the Savannah Civic Center, where two dozen adolescents strapped blades to their feet and skidded across a frozen arena floor--some more gracefully than others.

Lawson blends in nicely in his camouflage jacket. 

I have to hand it to Adam King, who, within minutes of arrival, had already learned to skate backwards. Riley Sheppard picked up some new tricks, thanks to the help of the volunteer coaches. She, Bridget, and Elizabeth seemed to catch on pretty quickly to those spins.

It was a fun and active day for the eighth grade, and fortunately, no one got hurt, thanks, I'm sure to our three volunteer coaches, who made sure everyone skated safely. 

And many thanks go to Mrs. Newton, who arranged the field trip, as well as to Holly Price, class mom extraordinaire, who organized the volunteer chaperons:  Mrs. Sheppard, Mrs. Thompson, and Mrs. O'Connor. 

 

They're a great group of kids.

But then the day got even better, because Davis came home! This time for a whole month. He stepped off the airplane in his dress blues, but he didn't give me chance to take a photo (I'll get one later). Lawson tried to make up for it, but it's not quite the same thing. 

 

Smashing!

Davis wasn't home twenty-four hours before he started making plans to go duck hunting. He and his cousin Ben got up with the chickens Sunday morning and set off in the Triton to flush those duckies out of the marsh. They got a couple of ducks, but they weren't expecting to flush out three wild hogs also. Unfortunately, Ben ran out of ammo when the big hog charged. Fortunately, Davis had plenty in his shotgun, so he nailed that porker in the head, along with his two buddies.

They're in the back yard flaying those pigs right now. My gross-out meter is in the red, so I remain in front of the computer until they present me with some bacon.

I just hope that pig doesn't break the branch of my little oak tree.