If It's Monday, It Must Be Monks

So, Cathy-on-a-Stick hung out in the Julia Thompson Smith Chapel on the Agnes Scott College campus, watching the monks from the Drepung Loseling Monastery do their thing. Namely, creating a sand painting (called a mandala). Those monks were so focused on the task at hand, they didn't even notice a pic-on-a-stick, sneaking in to take a look. But did I get a pic of the monks with your favorite pic-on-a-stick?

C'mon, people. There are some things even Cathy-on-a-Stick won't do. (But she thought about it.)

Here's a few photos of the monks, deep in sand and creation:
Visit their monastery, if you're in the Atlanta area. (Yes, the Atlanta area. Who knew? Now, you do! Tons of details at www.drepung.org)

Tales From the Pumpkin Patch

Once upon a time, there was a little cutie known as Cathy-on-a-Stick who wanted to spread a bit of Halloween cheer in the neighborhood. Namely, she wanted a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch. But this particular little pic-on-a-stick had a bad, old back (and totally lacked in the opposable thumbs department). So, she was gonna need a hand (and thumbs and back and let's just throw in 20 bucks while we're at it).

"Who will help me get a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch so that all the neighborhood kiddies will be delighted on Halloween and not throw eggs at my house?" she asked.

"Not I," said Oldest Junior Hall, dashing out the door to (possibly, but highly unlikely judging by the look on his face) work.

"If only I didn't have this camping thing!" said Juniorette Hall, peeling out of the neighborhood in the car formerly known as Cathy-on-a-Stick's car.

"Are you kidding?" said Juniorest Hall, who certainly did not need to shout over the phone when he added, "I'm not coming home from college just to get a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch!"

"Wait. A. Minute." said Mr. Hall, looking around and noticing that he was the only one left. "Fer crying out loud," he sputtered (I'm paraphrasing here, for the sake of the kiddies).

And that is how Cathy-on-a-Stick got her pumpkins. Cathy-on-a-Stick also asked, "Who will help me carve the pumpkin?" But that's another story (with a not-so-happy ending).

She's the Birthday Girl-on-a-Stick!

Technically, those flowers are for me. But you know Cathy-on-a-Stick. She's a little stick-centered.

Some of Us Ran for a Good Cause. Some of Us, Not So Much

Look at all these young folk, just about to bust to run that 5k in the rain in the town the Dawgs built. It ALWAYS rains in Athens, Georgia. And, girl, don't they warn you. It pours, man, it pours. (That could be a song.)


I guess Cathy-on-a-Stick is more of a watcher than a runner. (That arch isn't very good at keeping pics-on-a-stick dry.)



(But thanks to all the runners who raised money for St. Jude's Children's Hospital!)

Bargain-Hunting

When I saw this deal, I dragged Don't Even Ask Cathy-on-a-Stick inside to buy me five dollars worth of good luck.

Don't even ask what they said.

What Happens When You Buy A Famous Author's Book

This is Jon Scieszka. He's written TONS of funny books. Like The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs. And The Stinky Cheese Man. And the Time Warp Trio books. And you can get a great deal on his latest books, Knucklehead or Guys Read.

He was very happy to have his picture taken with Cathy-on-a-Stick. (Don't pay any attention to that look on his face. That's his "extremely happy" expression. Trust me.)

It's What's For Dinner

Just got a call from the Juniorest Hall (Oooh, a little poem for your enjoyment!) which reminded me that Cathy-on-a-Stick saw an awful lot of deer on the campus where Juniorest Hall now resides.

You have no idea how fast a deer can sprint when the dinner bell rings.