Tired of hearing about Bill?

Consider this your update on the rest of the family.

We have received many compliments on our ability to keep you entertained. Awhile back, dear mom told us that we needed to have our own radio show (any takers?). Although we were somewhat flattered, our initial response was 'why not tv?' After some 'fumbling and bumbling (a favorite saying of Dad's) on Mom's part, we believe that our own mother decided that we posses a face for radio.

Bailey (Todd and Sarah's dog) loves her hedgehog.

John, the eldest Pollom child, is fine, but apparently not as funny as the two of us. He has posting privilages, but has failed to do so thus far. He is clearly humbled by our humor. John and Sarabeth are currently in Chicago, where they caught a Cubs game yesterday. They are to return home today (unless John scalps tickets to see the Cubs finally get their long deserved 3-game sweep)

Will is cute...and knows it. He is also starting to crawl.

Baxter (John and Sarabeth's dog) is a little dog trapped in a big dog's body.

Todd went out and played 18 holes of golf with Dad yesterday. Dad shot an 89 and Todd came in with a 76 (BY FAR the best he has ever shot at DCC). It was novel to see Dad be able to show pride in a family member's golf game. The pride, however, came with a dose of reality. The hole we heard most about from Todd's round was #18...where he double bogeyed.

Mom continues to save the day on multiple occasions. In the past few weeks she has: continued to take care of multiple family patients, babysat for Will (although I'm pretty sure she has kicked John and Sarabeth out of their house in order to do this), brought her car over to Lexington in order for Sam to use on his multiple excursions (more on this later), and has, quite literally, fed and clothed Todd and Sarah. If trouble should ever arise, don't be surprised to find Mom jumping into the nearest phone booth.

Wrigley (Mom and Dad's dog) is getting meaner as he gets older. His favorite activities include trying to get Bailey in trouble, hiding his bone from the rest of us, and biting our toes as we sit down at the kitchen table. If you are over at our house sometime soon, we recommend you keep your shoes on at all times.

And then there's Sam. For the sake of brevity (and because there must be a blog entry word limit), here are the highlights. Sam will soon begin applying for jobs next summer. He has informed us that he will not rule any location out. I can't wait to sit down with him in a few years and say "remember when you thought you would leave KY?" What Sam is beginning to realize is that working far away eliminates free laundry (which assumes he is even able to do his own laundry), being able to tell random people you love them, and most likely seeing your mom in the winter (unless he settles on Hawaii).

As part of her upcoming campaign for mayor of Simpsonville, KY (tell all your friends), Sarah has been doing her best to fight off crime in the town. For example, just last weekend Sarah woke up and discovered that eggs had been thrown at her house. Not going to take this lying down, Sarah launched a full-scale investigation into the matter. In the end, the investigation unearthed the real culprits; ducks from the local pond. Case closed.

Until next time.
Sarah and Sam