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Sorry everyone. I am woefully behind on my posts...
For example, I should have had a long post on Wednesday, and I didn't. Wednesday was Hans' 37th birthday. I really meant to write something about how wonderful and amazing he is and how he gets a little better every year. I tried to make his birthday special...he surprised me on my birthday with that great spa package. I wanted to surprise him too. I tried to find a company that would rent us a Porsche for the day. Believe it or not, you can rent almost any car under the sun...but for a minimum of three days. I could have afforded one day, but not three. I tried to find a gun range so he could go shoot his gun for an afternoon, but I couldn't find one around Newport that was public. I guess those NRA types are very exclusive.
I did manage to get him a really excellent cake. After the Red Velvet Cake Fiasco of 2005, I decided it would be wiser to just pay someone to make the cake. The kids and I found a very good bakery and ordered a three layer yellow cake with chocolate frosting. It was sooooo good. I think the frosting was 98% butter-based because (a) it tasted absolutely divine; and (b) the box it came in was absolutely sodden with greasiness after 24 hours.
Bottom line, Hans had a good birthday. I got him the first two seasons of The Sopranos, which is something he's been wanting. He got a lot of really nice cards, wishes and gifts. We went out for supper and he had a steak. The kids made him an enormous Happy Birthday sign and the three of us were waiting on the back steps when he came home after school.
Hmmm, other than that, not much is up. We had a great weekend. Did all of our regular errands on Saturday. Had Josiah shorn again. I really like these haircuts that last for months and months, though he seems to be losing his fear of the buzzer. We went back out to Fort Adams after lunch to see some Civil War re-enactment stuff. It was O.K. My main focus was on the women who were dressed up as period ladies, probably because my early (OK, and early teenage, I'm not going to lie) years were spent absolutely enchanted with the antebellum period and hoopskirts. My grandpa made me hoopskirt and for that, I will always love him. I loved to get dressed up. So, I was paying some attention to these ladies. I just didn't think they were very authentic...their skirts were much too short. They were showing off way too much ankle. And their constant use of cell phones and digital cameras while they were tending the campfires, etc. just made it really unbelievable.
I guess it's beside the point that there probably weren't a whole lot of ladies hanging around the troops.
Yesterday Annika and I went up to Providence Place right after lunch and shopped. Oh, I missed the Vikings game, I know. I can't believe that they won! And that they managed to play a game in such a short period of time! One of the things I looooove best about football is how loooooonggg it takes to watch a game. If they could just cut it down to say, 30 minutes, I might get interested. It's always: make a play, commercials, make a play, commercials, interspersed with listening to Howie and Jimmy in their ugly suits yak about someone's jock itch or something!
Ugh.
For example, I should have had a long post on Wednesday, and I didn't. Wednesday was Hans' 37th birthday. I really meant to write something about how wonderful and amazing he is and how he gets a little better every year. I tried to make his birthday special...he surprised me on my birthday with that great spa package. I wanted to surprise him too. I tried to find a company that would rent us a Porsche for the day. Believe it or not, you can rent almost any car under the sun...but for a minimum of three days. I could have afforded one day, but not three. I tried to find a gun range so he could go shoot his gun for an afternoon, but I couldn't find one around Newport that was public. I guess those NRA types are very exclusive.
I did manage to get him a really excellent cake. After the Red Velvet Cake Fiasco of 2005, I decided it would be wiser to just pay someone to make the cake. The kids and I found a very good bakery and ordered a three layer yellow cake with chocolate frosting. It was sooooo good. I think the frosting was 98% butter-based because (a) it tasted absolutely divine; and (b) the box it came in was absolutely sodden with greasiness after 24 hours.
Bottom line, Hans had a good birthday. I got him the first two seasons of The Sopranos, which is something he's been wanting. He got a lot of really nice cards, wishes and gifts. We went out for supper and he had a steak. The kids made him an enormous Happy Birthday sign and the three of us were waiting on the back steps when he came home after school.
Hmmm, other than that, not much is up. We had a great weekend. Did all of our regular errands on Saturday. Had Josiah shorn again. I really like these haircuts that last for months and months, though he seems to be losing his fear of the buzzer. We went back out to Fort Adams after lunch to see some Civil War re-enactment stuff. It was O.K. My main focus was on the women who were dressed up as period ladies, probably because my early (OK, and early teenage, I'm not going to lie) years were spent absolutely enchanted with the antebellum period and hoopskirts. My grandpa made me hoopskirt and for that, I will always love him. I loved to get dressed up. So, I was paying some attention to these ladies. I just didn't think they were very authentic...their skirts were much too short. They were showing off way too much ankle. And their constant use of cell phones and digital cameras while they were tending the campfires, etc. just made it really unbelievable.
I guess it's beside the point that there probably weren't a whole lot of ladies hanging around the troops.
Yesterday Annika and I went up to Providence Place right after lunch and shopped. Oh, I missed the Vikings game, I know. I can't believe that they won! And that they managed to play a game in such a short period of time! One of the things I looooove best about football is how loooooonggg it takes to watch a game. If they could just cut it down to say, 30 minutes, I might get interested. It's always: make a play, commercials, make a play, commercials, interspersed with listening to Howie and Jimmy in their ugly suits yak about someone's jock itch or something!
Ugh.
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I didn't know Grandpa made you a hoopskirt! Where was I? Did I get to try it on? Probably not.