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| A little nervous on my new bike... |
It's been a while, the weather has since turned frightful and I fear I may have to finally buy a pair of boots and take this whole Wisconsinite thing in earnest. We are in store for a nice little blizzardgeddon. I am prepared. My father in law was all too nice and dropped off a snow blower and true to Wisconsin Packer form even my snow blower is green and gold. The boys are excited to enjoy the winter weather. The last time we had snow the pooch was afraid to walk or use the facilities in the fluffy white stuff forcing me to shovel him a restroom every time it snowed, along with a path to get there. Gavin was just born and oblivious to the powder around him and Quentin was to afraid to even join me in a sled. I, of course, was nearly allergic after so many years in Florida. We all seemed to have taken on a new flake, as the case may be and look forward to skidding down the roadway tomorrow on our way to our respective schools or work locations, which all assure us will "be running as normal." Hooray!
I have too much to catch up on. Since I've been gone our eldest turned four and had a smashing good time with his Hulk themed birthday party. Martha Stewart, my lovely wife, hand made a Hulkster pinata, party favors, hulk juice and pin the anger on the Hulk. Okay, that last part was a little sarcasm. She put a lot of green together and Quinny loved it. The weather was unusually warm for Thanksgiving weekend and we gave him his first two wheeler so he was able to get some practice in before it cooled back down. It took him a while to warm up to it but by the end of that Saturday he looked at the training wheels, back at me and asked, "Dad, can we take these things off now?" Priceless. I love his perseverance - it means never giving up, Dad.
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| I'm 5 (35, really)! |
Just a handful of days later, on my half birthday, truly our best friend, Stinks turned 5. He's right on my heels now and only a month or two behind me in age. I should finally be able to wear him out. I hope we get many more years of companionship with the Luckster as he's a fantastic part of the family. The boys are able to use him as a stepping stool nearly every day and he never gets mad. He only asks you wrestle (pronounced "wrastle)" with him once or twice a day in the evening after the boys go to bed. Most nights I try to happily indulge him. He can be found most days under Carrie's desk as she works from home keeping her feet warm and her heart warmer.
After the festivities of Thankspigging, the most enjoyable of all holidays, died down we came up with, not the most original, but ingenious way to kill a Saturday during winter; host an ugly sweater party. Friends, let me tell you, you must, must, must indulge in a night of such fancy. We got together with our closest idiot friends, donned our ugliest best, went to the finest restaurant in town, a mansion on the lake, also on the national historic registry, enjoyed too many libations, ate until sufficiently gorged, and then stayed up too late enjoying the amusement of it all. I forgot the entire restaurant staff voted including the piano player/singer, whom never actually stopped playing from the moment we walked in to vote (and toast!) the ugliest and a secondary award the ugliest that one would still wear. But, alas, your literary entertainer painfully took a close third. But the ol' noggin' has already been working over time for next year. On top of our sweet, sweet sweaters, the Baker House, our place of fine dining offers a hat upon your liking when walking in to complete your simpleton attire. It was quite an enjoyable evening.
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| I give you....great friends!! |
And just in case the end of the world happens, and clearly, we are embarking on the end of the world I will write an homage to Earth tomorrow so everyone (please read before midnight Thursday night) can take one final read at the literary masterpiece that is this blog before meeting the certain doom that ensues. Stay classy, my friends.
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