ow that Sean has gone back to Denver, and My Darling B has gone back to work, I’ll have to go back to the fun of keeping up with the yard work and the housekeeping. Oh, and I suppose I’ll have to look for work, too.
The O-Folk became a band of intrepid explorers this morning when we paddled our tiny fleet of kayaks from the lagoon behind the Rutabaga Paddle Sports store, then down the Yahara River and across Mud Lake and continued on south through Lake Waubesa to the boat landing in the county park. I can’t tell you …
Cows! We went to see the cows at Jordandal Farm yesterday! Let me hear you say “Moo!” When we go to the farmer’s market every weekend we buy most of our meats from Jordandal. We’ve never been disappointed by the food and Carrie and Maria have never been anything but friendly and helpful, so when …
Sean was just game enough to go with us to our weekly group salsa class at Social Life last night. I’m not sure how much he was looking forward to it, but once we got him there and started cutting a rug he picked up quite a few good dance moves in just forty-five minutes! …
Sean’s flight from Denver to Minneapolis-Saint Paul was delayed, as if that surprised any of us. Practically every trip he makes to our neck of the woods starts with a telephone call from Denver International Airport that begins, “My flight’s been delayed …” “I’m never flying anywhere with that boy,” My Darling B declared as …
We finally got around to playing that game of Risk last night. B fixed some doner kebaps for dinner using the leftover lamb from the night before. A doner is a Turkish gyro, roast lamb sliced thin and piled in the pocket of a pita-like bread with lots of veggies and yogurt sauce. We discovered …
All four of us, Tim, Sean, My Darling B and I, sat down for a Christmas dinner that B knew the boys would gobble up, her world-famous pasta dish (I can say that without lying even a little bit because she’s prepared it in every place we’ve lived) that we call pepperoni-rigatoni. It’s pasta and …
I thought I’d be able to blog a little something when I got home from stress yesterday evening, but really I was a little too worn out and a lot too much filled up with bratwurst, French fries and beer. I had just enough energy left to brush my teeth, change into my jammies and …
Sean’s here to visit while his school is closed and the kids are gone home for the winter break. We drove to Mitchell airport in Milwaukee to pick him up, drove him back and sat down to a delicious dinner of fresh pizza from Angelo’s right up the street. Dinner was supposed to be the …
It’s the Thanksgiving Post! Here’s what I’m thankful for: For twenty years I’ve been lucky enough to remind myself, Hey! I’m married! every day. I always suspected I might be, but by about the time I was twenty-eight or twenty-nine I was starting to doubt it would happen, and then BAM! I met The Girl. …