When he was thirteen, a mere fifteen years ago he opted to make his own birthday cake. His finished product was a masterpiece.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Happy Birthday Bill
At precisely 1:00 pm today William Deane will turn 28. He was a whopping 9# 6oz. and 21 inches long. Today he must be close 200# and 6 ft. tall. He is a pure joy to his mother. Happy Birthday Bill, I love you! MOM
When he was thirteen, a mere fifteen years ago he opted to make his own birthday cake. His finished product was a masterpiece.
When he was thirteen, a mere fifteen years ago he opted to make his own birthday cake. His finished product was a masterpiece.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Three Big Moments
My world skids around most days with little or no excitement, same old - same old. Well, that was not the case this weekend.
First was the 5th birthday party of Collin at the park in Granville. Family and a couple billion yellowjackets. Only four bites for the guests. Collin was jetting around too fast to be captured and bit. Which by the way was my "learn something new everyday" for September 19th: yellowjackets bite and don't sting. But for the record their little bite is pretty painfull. I have yet to be bit but they do like my hair with its you can hang wallpaper with it hairspray, I don't think they could tunnel their way into my melon, let alone take a chunk.
Let's get to the Kodak moments.
The Pinata
Tad working Collin for some of the candy.
Grandpa Tim had a little gun cabinet built for Collin. He doesn't have a b-b gun yet, but he did get a sling shot for his birthday. After all he is a farm kid and somebody has to get those gophers, ya know!
Lacy wackin' yellowjackets with her shoe.
Then after all the presents were opened Mommy comes with one last bag for Collin, saying it was a pretty special present. So I get ready and aim with the Nikon, and yes, it took me a second or two to get it. I believe I said, "For real?"
Erik and Nicki, second time Mom and Dad. Baby Espeseth is due March 29th. That runs the tally up to five grandkids. How blest we are!!
This morning, the 20th, we were up and on our way to Minot for Mercedes Anna's baptism at Bethany Lutheran. What a nice service given by Pastor Janet Hernes Mathistad. Mercedes was as good as gold in her hand crocheted baptismal gown. She went from one happy holder to another.
With her sponsors: Teresa Witteman, Matt Peterson, Kylie Coffin, and Tony Malachowski.
Mercedes and Auntie LuLu.
My Precious Mercedes
Today, the twentieth of September, it is your special day.
We know sweet Jesus has been with you always
in your little life, but on this baptismal Sunday
you have been sealed with the cross of Christ forever.
What a glorious moment it is;
Oh, how the angels they must rejoice!
Love, Grandma
9-20-2009
First was the 5th birthday party of Collin at the park in Granville. Family and a couple billion yellowjackets. Only four bites for the guests. Collin was jetting around too fast to be captured and bit. Which by the way was my "learn something new everyday" for September 19th: yellowjackets bite and don't sting. But for the record their little bite is pretty painfull. I have yet to be bit but they do like my hair with its you can hang wallpaper with it hairspray, I don't think they could tunnel their way into my melon, let alone take a chunk.
Let's get to the Kodak moments.
The Pinata
Tad working Collin for some of the candy.
Grandpa Tim had a little gun cabinet built for Collin. He doesn't have a b-b gun yet, but he did get a sling shot for his birthday. After all he is a farm kid and somebody has to get those gophers, ya know!
Lacy wackin' yellowjackets with her shoe.
Then after all the presents were opened Mommy comes with one last bag for Collin, saying it was a pretty special present. So I get ready and aim with the Nikon, and yes, it took me a second or two to get it. I believe I said, "For real?"
Erik and Nicki, second time Mom and Dad. Baby Espeseth is due March 29th. That runs the tally up to five grandkids. How blest we are!!
This morning, the 20th, we were up and on our way to Minot for Mercedes Anna's baptism at Bethany Lutheran. What a nice service given by Pastor Janet Hernes Mathistad. Mercedes was as good as gold in her hand crocheted baptismal gown. She went from one happy holder to another.
With her sponsors: Teresa Witteman, Matt Peterson, Kylie Coffin, and Tony Malachowski.
Mercedes and Auntie LuLu.
My Precious Mercedes
Today, the twentieth of September, it is your special day.
We know sweet Jesus has been with you always
in your little life, but on this baptismal Sunday
you have been sealed with the cross of Christ forever.
What a glorious moment it is;
Oh, how the angels they must rejoice!
Love, Grandma
9-20-2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Birthday Times Two
Two special guys in my world have birthdays today. Son Carsten is 17 and grandson Collin is 5. My how time flies.
Carsten was born on a beautiful fall Saturday, with the temperatures about 75 degrees. I had worked the day before and remember sitting at the piano while Jim Sewick, our administrator at the time, read devotions to the residents. Our activity room, which is laced on three walls with big windows, looks out over the lush Mouse River Valley. One of the free perks of working at SVCC is gazing out the window at Velva, the grain fields and the ever changing weather. I lamented to myself that autumn day: the leaves must surely be at their peak. Within 48 hours my nine pound redheaded baby boy was born.
Collin on the other hand was a month early and came rather quickly. What I remember is hearing Erik's quivery voice telling me of the possible problems that could be ahead of them with this early birth. Prayers were answered and he arrived shortly after the phone call, in pretty fine shape at that. To see him the next day was one more treasured moment for me.
Carsten absolutely despises having his picture taken. The first one is his response to a photo attempt. Tried and true family members will know what is missing in this shot.
HaHa - gotcha.
Happy day fellas. This blogger loves you to pieces and always will!!
Carsten was born on a beautiful fall Saturday, with the temperatures about 75 degrees. I had worked the day before and remember sitting at the piano while Jim Sewick, our administrator at the time, read devotions to the residents. Our activity room, which is laced on three walls with big windows, looks out over the lush Mouse River Valley. One of the free perks of working at SVCC is gazing out the window at Velva, the grain fields and the ever changing weather. I lamented to myself that autumn day: the leaves must surely be at their peak. Within 48 hours my nine pound redheaded baby boy was born.
Collin on the other hand was a month early and came rather quickly. What I remember is hearing Erik's quivery voice telling me of the possible problems that could be ahead of them with this early birth. Prayers were answered and he arrived shortly after the phone call, in pretty fine shape at that. To see him the next day was one more treasured moment for me.
Carsten absolutely despises having his picture taken. The first one is his response to a photo attempt. Tried and true family members will know what is missing in this shot.
HaHa - gotcha.
Happy day fellas. This blogger loves you to pieces and always will!!
Monday, September 14, 2009
I Oughta Live Forever
If laughter adds hours, days, even years to your life I ought to live forever. I have hit on a website that is guaranteed to release all the good endorphins a body can possibly harbor. I discovered it yesterday tucked in the 10 most popular stories for the week in Time magazines. The People of Walmart is updated daily, but part of the humor is in reading the captions below. The pictures I used didn't include the captions, so I had to make sure I got shots that spoke for themselves. I have saved this site to my favorites under blogs, to ensure daily blasts of a good belly laugh. Tip: Do it before application of eye makeup or you'll get to work and someone will start a rumor that you look like you have been crying again!
I knew Wally world was more than just a store!
P.S. Double click on the underlined to go to the website.
I knew Wally world was more than just a store!
P.S. Double click on the underlined to go to the website.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
USO Show
Last night Ron and I went to the USO show held at the Dakota Territory Air Museum. This event honored our military (past and present) as well as a tribute to our patriotism, so rejuvenated after the 9 11 tragedy. All the hard work that went into this production was evident by a spectacular show - a good time was had by all. It was a wonderful night.
Pictured from left to right: Terry Aldrich, Jan Veikley, Pam Hopkins, Teri Hurley, Brenda Demke, John Witteman and Steve Veikley
The tickets informed us: semi formal, vintage or patriotic dress. I, of course, didn't have anything vintage. In the forties the clothes seemed like they belonged on the pencil thin figure which I have long since abandon for a more mealy look. Vintage for me would have been the maid's uniform.
There was a style show of vintage military uniforms, Red Cross workers, and a few forties ensembles. Terry Aldrich wore a stunning off white (hand made ) dress that accentuated a 17 inch waist, which I'm sure she had. Some of the guests did actually wear vintage. My favorites were Warren and Jolene Pietsch.
Jolene had on dress bought in a Douglas AZ thrift shop, toted to North Dakota by Robin Brekhus. She looked, for lack of a better word, adorable. When she danced her skirt flew out like a scarf in a summer breeze.
Warren stepped back into his heritage by wearing the suit his father Alfred wore the day he married his mother, Eleanor DeBilt, in 1945. After a hem drop on the trousers, the suit fit like a glove. Eleanor was at the USO show and beamed like a lighthouse when he went to the front, along with all the other vintage dressers.
The hour long musical tribute was performed by Java Jive Jazz, Sisters by Choice, and The Quarter Notes. A jazz band called Backyard Swing Band, directed by George Helm, provided the music. Live music makes all the difference.
I was disappointed in myself for not remembering the trusty Nikon. I only had the point and shoot unit, which doesn't capture my idea of a good photo; henceforth limited pictures. At least I wasn't a nuisance with the "lens in your face" routine.
For all of you merely reading this, you missed a special night!
Pictured from left to right: Terry Aldrich, Jan Veikley, Pam Hopkins, Teri Hurley, Brenda Demke, John Witteman and Steve Veikley
The tickets informed us: semi formal, vintage or patriotic dress. I, of course, didn't have anything vintage. In the forties the clothes seemed like they belonged on the pencil thin figure which I have long since abandon for a more mealy look. Vintage for me would have been the maid's uniform.
There was a style show of vintage military uniforms, Red Cross workers, and a few forties ensembles. Terry Aldrich wore a stunning off white (hand made ) dress that accentuated a 17 inch waist, which I'm sure she had. Some of the guests did actually wear vintage. My favorites were Warren and Jolene Pietsch.
Jolene had on dress bought in a Douglas AZ thrift shop, toted to North Dakota by Robin Brekhus. She looked, for lack of a better word, adorable. When she danced her skirt flew out like a scarf in a summer breeze.
Warren stepped back into his heritage by wearing the suit his father Alfred wore the day he married his mother, Eleanor DeBilt, in 1945. After a hem drop on the trousers, the suit fit like a glove. Eleanor was at the USO show and beamed like a lighthouse when he went to the front, along with all the other vintage dressers.
The hour long musical tribute was performed by Java Jive Jazz, Sisters by Choice, and The Quarter Notes. A jazz band called Backyard Swing Band, directed by George Helm, provided the music. Live music makes all the difference.
I was disappointed in myself for not remembering the trusty Nikon. I only had the point and shoot unit, which doesn't capture my idea of a good photo; henceforth limited pictures. At least I wasn't a nuisance with the "lens in your face" routine.
For all of you merely reading this, you missed a special night!
Monday, September 7, 2009
DTAM
Dakota Territory Air Museum, a great treasure in the Minot Area. Today grandson Collin came to spent the day with us as his Mom and Dad went to Bismarck. A short getaway for them after the grind of haying.
Looking for something special to do,Collin and I decided to meet Grandpa and tour the museum. I have been there before, at social functions, but not as a sightseeing guest. It is a great place to spend an afternoon. Visitors to the area have said it is really in depth, with more than just planes to look at. Plenty of people have gone to a great amount of work to make this a true gem of the prairie. Add it to your agenda if you have visitors or just looking for a something different to do. It is north of the airport and east of Flexicoil. Admission is nominal for the taste of history you get!
Here are a few pictures.
This is a P51 Mustang, owned by Dr. Reichert (?) of Bismarck. He comes up every so often and takes it for a fly.
This Breezy thing, not one to love flying, would push me over the edge. No thanks for a Breezy ride!
Don Larson, DTAM president and major doer/get-r-doner at the museum with Ron and Collin. This wedding dress was made by a Minot women for her sister out of parachute silk and chiffon. Materials for anything were in short supply during WWII, so this was good utilization of what was on hand.
Alfred Pietsch's '59 Harley. He was a HOG man before HOG'n was cool.
"Over here kid and I'll tell you what life was like with ugly furniture and clunky TVs." snorts grandpa Ron from the loft of the museum. (The furniture is from [I think] the old air terminal at MOT.
And the trip wouldn't be complete without a toy.
The End
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Funk
I am in misery with this back and really don't care to do much of anything after about 5 minutes in any one position. Yesterday was a session with our Physical Therapist, Teressa. She hooked me to some electrodes that moved something through the "infected" (for lack of a better word) area. Today is another chiropractor crack. Maybe I'll try Friday too and then if relief isn't around the corner I'll move on to the next level.
My best friends are the Sunbeam heating pad, Rubbermaid blue ice and the little brown bottles of white pills. Life goes on, the dust builds up and I am getting farther and farther behind. Ron has been good help but he too is falling apart with the shoulder deal.
My heart goes out to people who live with chronic pain. I have every intention of beating this dilemma but what about the poor folks who don't have that hope? I guess the moral of this short splash is: it could be worse!
P.S. Don't give up on the blog. It is just on medical leave.
P.S.S. What a poor me story.
My best friends are the Sunbeam heating pad, Rubbermaid blue ice and the little brown bottles of white pills. Life goes on, the dust builds up and I am getting farther and farther behind. Ron has been good help but he too is falling apart with the shoulder deal.
My heart goes out to people who live with chronic pain. I have every intention of beating this dilemma but what about the poor folks who don't have that hope? I guess the moral of this short splash is: it could be worse!
P.S. Don't give up on the blog. It is just on medical leave.
P.S.S. What a poor me story.
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