Sunday, October 25, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
H1N1 Star
My little Mercedes is on the news again. This time for receiving her H1N1 vaccination. She and Dani are at the end of the clip. She must have been playing with the mic BEFORE her poke. Double click on the underlined to check it out.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Newsworthy
Mercedes has made the news. She is the first little baby with the white shirt on at the beginning of the clip. She sort of has the Grandma Davis look, "huh?" Mayor Curt Zimmbleman has proclaimed Pre-Term Birth Awareness Month. The clip goes very fast(I also had to wait quite some time for it to download) so if you missed it I will post her latest photos when she was at our house last weekend.
Grandma gear is engaged so let's show them all!!
The following: Lainey in the pumpkin patch.
This next one makes me laugh, I bet it goes with someone saying "Smile Lainey" at 2 1/2 years who knows what she thinks is a good smile.
Master Beau went to his first, of many I'm sure, Seattle Seahawks game. He brought them luck and they won after a few losses. Grandma even lightly follows the Seahawks!
Collin, he lives the closest and I haven't seen him in almost a month. Bad Grandma! I have to resort to an archived photo.
Grandma gear is engaged so let's show them all!!
The following: Lainey in the pumpkin patch.
This next one makes me laugh, I bet it goes with someone saying "Smile Lainey" at 2 1/2 years who knows what she thinks is a good smile.
Master Beau went to his first, of many I'm sure, Seattle Seahawks game. He brought them luck and they won after a few losses. Grandma even lightly follows the Seahawks!
Collin, he lives the closest and I haven't seen him in almost a month. Bad Grandma! I have to resort to an archived photo.
Friday, October 9, 2009
40 Days and 40 Nights
It is official, in a mere 40 days, henceforth 40 nights (sleeps if your into toddlereze) I will wake up and ask myself, "Gosh, what should I do today?" After all this will be my first day of my new life.
I didn't get a divorce, have gastric bypass surgery, (or breast augmentation either) win the lottery, turn Catholic, get a hearing aid, or hopefully not die and wake up heaven - although I do hope the latter is my eventual landing strip.
On November 18th I will wake up to my first day of my retired life. On November 17th (now that you have counted out the days) will be my last day of employment as the Activities Director at Souris Valley Care Center. I took the leap!
Not a blind leap either. Plenty of thought and sleepless nights went into this so called leap. I love my job, the residents are my extended family and so is the staff (Is that why we tangle at times, sisterly love?) I have worked there three months short of 24 years. It is a part of me, so to call it quits was not an easy decision but...
Tempus fug it, time marches on and waits for no one. I hope to pursue all the things that have been on hold, or brewing in my cranium - the cranium which many of my "sisters" have thought is rather empty at times.
Ron is now retired and it is because of this wonderful husband I have it is possible for me to take this leap. Thank you Ron, you're a good man, taking care of your good (???) wife.
So let the countdown begin!
I didn't get a divorce, have gastric bypass surgery, (or breast augmentation either) win the lottery, turn Catholic, get a hearing aid, or hopefully not die and wake up heaven - although I do hope the latter is my eventual landing strip.
On November 18th I will wake up to my first day of my retired life. On November 17th (now that you have counted out the days) will be my last day of employment as the Activities Director at Souris Valley Care Center. I took the leap!
Not a blind leap either. Plenty of thought and sleepless nights went into this so called leap. I love my job, the residents are my extended family and so is the staff (Is that why we tangle at times, sisterly love?) I have worked there three months short of 24 years. It is a part of me, so to call it quits was not an easy decision but...
Tempus fug it, time marches on and waits for no one. I hope to pursue all the things that have been on hold, or brewing in my cranium - the cranium which many of my "sisters" have thought is rather empty at times.
Ron is now retired and it is because of this wonderful husband I have it is possible for me to take this leap. Thank you Ron, you're a good man, taking care of your good (???) wife.
So let the countdown begin!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Dead Skier
This news isn't exactly new news, in fact it is one week old. On the 29th of September Karlyn Frantsen and I made our annual journey to the Norway Lutheran Church to see if in fact Sondre Norheim is still dead. Well we know he is but it makes for a good story. In reality, we make this trip each year to partake in the laying of the wreath at the grave of Sondre Norheim, the father of modern skiing.
My sister in law Lila spearheads all the work, along with her husband Kim. My other sister in law, Sandy, is a big help to her as well but she was unable to make it this year. Karlyn and I are the journeymen coffee servers and dishwashers for the coffee and lunch served. We dress in our Norwegian garb (this year I didn't as I had not yet hauled out my Norwegian sweaters. I also noticed my scarf doesn't match my jacket - what a misfit I was this year!) and drive the twenty-five miles to the oldest Lutheran Church in the Mouse River Loop.
This little soiree has been going on since 1982 when Elvind Stronde (norsk spelling is a guess) the curator of the Sondre Norheim Museum in Telemark Norway, came to see the grave sight. In 1984 Princess Astrid (now that was big doings!!) came to lay a wreath on his grave. Every year since... well you know the rest. My mother in law, Lilian, was the kingpin (queeenpin??) for many years making it all come together. When she was no longer able to, Lila took over.
Each year the format is relatively the same, but the Norwegian guests are different. The visitors are always impressed with our simple country church that over looks the Mouse River valley.
In Norway Sondre is heralded as quite a hero, much like our Babe Ruth. In the early 1880's he left the mountainous regions of Norway to seek his fame and fortune in America. Things didn't pan out as he anticipated and he died a pauper in 1897, never again to see the snowcovered mountaintops he so loved. He and his family lived just a few miles from the Norway Church. Many many years later, in 1966, his unmarked grave was found and later decorated with the stone, flag poles and such.
So each year as the Hostfest (Minot, ND) throws open its massive doors, this little out of the way ceremony is the unofficial kick off to the biggest Norwegian gathering in the entire USA, gosh maybe the world!
R.I.P. Sondre.
My sister in law Lila spearheads all the work, along with her husband Kim. My other sister in law, Sandy, is a big help to her as well but she was unable to make it this year. Karlyn and I are the journeymen coffee servers and dishwashers for the coffee and lunch served. We dress in our Norwegian garb (this year I didn't as I had not yet hauled out my Norwegian sweaters. I also noticed my scarf doesn't match my jacket - what a misfit I was this year!) and drive the twenty-five miles to the oldest Lutheran Church in the Mouse River Loop.
This little soiree has been going on since 1982 when Elvind Stronde (norsk spelling is a guess) the curator of the Sondre Norheim Museum in Telemark Norway, came to see the grave sight. In 1984 Princess Astrid (now that was big doings!!) came to lay a wreath on his grave. Every year since... well you know the rest. My mother in law, Lilian, was the kingpin (queeenpin??) for many years making it all come together. When she was no longer able to, Lila took over.
Each year the format is relatively the same, but the Norwegian guests are different. The visitors are always impressed with our simple country church that over looks the Mouse River valley.
In Norway Sondre is heralded as quite a hero, much like our Babe Ruth. In the early 1880's he left the mountainous regions of Norway to seek his fame and fortune in America. Things didn't pan out as he anticipated and he died a pauper in 1897, never again to see the snowcovered mountaintops he so loved. He and his family lived just a few miles from the Norway Church. Many many years later, in 1966, his unmarked grave was found and later decorated with the stone, flag poles and such.
So each year as the Hostfest (Minot, ND) throws open its massive doors, this little out of the way ceremony is the unofficial kick off to the biggest Norwegian gathering in the entire USA, gosh maybe the world!
R.I.P. Sondre.
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