Flat Brenna waves from her seats at the Kansas Speedway.

Ready for the races? Well, Flat Brenna braved the chilly weather at the Kansas Speedway NASCAR races Oct. 4-6. She cheered as much as she could, but her favorite driver, Matt Kenseth, didn't win. If you care who won, check out the Sprint Cup results. Otherwise, enjoy these lovely shots from my mom, dad and brother. Thanks for taking Flat Brenna along! . . .

Go figure moms would know the most about fire prevention. Two weeks ago, Michele took home the win, followed by Tonya in Fire Prevention Week trivia.

To celebrate this double-digit day, I bring you 22 trivia. That's right, the following 10 questions look into the meaning of 22. Good luck this week, and don't forget to comment at the end on how you do. . . .

Lemon mint Method soap keeps our hands dirt free in the bathroom.

Wandering the mind-numbing aisles of Bed Bath & Beyond, I browsed the hand soap shelves. We had just moved into our Cville apartment, and we needed soap. Soap to sit on the bathroom counter, and for us super grown up adults, it must include a foaming pump. I branch away from the usual Dial and sniffed a few delightful options made by Method. I had heard of the company, from eco-friendly advertisements, but I had failed to see it in any store. I broke from my usual, same ol' same purchases and picked a fresh lemon mint. . . .

A Highland Games competitor prepares to toss the 16.5-pound shift.

This pitchfork toss looked challenging.

Just down the road in Richmond, Cole and I attended the Central Virginia Celtic Festival and Highland Games. Thanks to a radio ad while traveling during fall break, we heard about this interesting event, looked it up and decided to go. We weren't disappointed. The all-day festival featured all things Celtic. This includes sheep dog herding, Highland Games, axes, swords, dancing, harps, clans, cars and, of course, bagpipes. We hit up all the attractions. . . .

Cole's grandma, Zona, enjoys the hard apple cider at Blue Mountain Brewery.

During Cole's fall break, we welcomed visitors form Nebraska — Cole's grandparents, Dan and Zona. Day one of touring took us along the Blue Ridge Mountains to the Blue Mountain Brewery, quite a fitting name. The place buzzed with activity on the rainy day, but we eventually got a seat and ordered a flight of tiny beers to try. Personally, I sipped one, wrinkled up my face and then gulped water to get rid of the taste. I just can't stand the golden liquid. Cole sipped with indifference. Luckily, Zona enjoyed the hard apple cider and Dan braved the variety of beers. . . .