But it is not this day!

It is Saturday!
 December 1st - 9 am to 9 pm Lord of the Rings Extended Trilogy  at the Kroc Center theatre.  $5 donation gets you into an all day nerd fest of Middle Earth awesomeness. Come dressed as a LOTR character and you will be entered into a drawing for the upcoming Hobbit movie tickets.

I am going as a hobbit. I bought some clothes at the Celtic fair last summer but realized I looked more like a hobbit than a Scott. The only problem I have is the feet- I am not going barefoot on December 1st.

I tried to talk the Kroc Center into bringing some exercise equipment into the theatre but I guess it will be too dark. How cool would it be to work out while watching the show!?

 Aragorn: Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of woes and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Men of the West!*

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving! I am so thankful for all my blessings- my husband, my kids, my grandkids and living in North Idaho. That is just the tip of the iceberg of all my blessings. Yadda, yadda. you've heard it so many times that it gets boring. I just had to say it because 1) it's true and 2) what if some of it disappeared tomorrow- I would regret not being thankful when I did have everything.

I started out Thanksgiving this year by running the 2nd Annual "Gobble Gobble Git Along" 5K race that my friend Jason Ball put together. The entry fee is food for the food bank and the finisher's prize is hot chocolate and less guilt when pigging out at the dinner table. There were two such races in Coeur d'Alene this year- the other one was held at the Lake City Community Church. Both races were collecting money or food for hungry people. The Thanksgiving (or close to the date) races are traditionally called "Turkey Trots." The Buffalo (New York) Turkey Trot celebrated their 117th race this year and claims the title to the oldest continually held public footrace. It is hard to believe that a race can be that old but it is only 5 months older than the Boston Marathon.

After the race, I headed home and threw the turkey in the oven, mashed the yams and then headed out for a  3 mile hike up Canfield Mountain. Here is the motley crew on our hike:

L to R Sarah, Alex, Tom, Steve, Bethany, Sue

The dogs had a fabulous time- Steve would run up a head and the dogs ran back and forth and back and...you get the picture. It was a great way to celebrate being alive. By the end of this hike, I was tired but I courageously toiled on and ate more than my fair share of turkey dinner and pie. I was comatose by 8 o'clock.  Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!