What I Am Busy Doing

Baking hanukkah cookies

Watching this video which stars our house.

Reading this article every other day.

Buying raffle tickets

Seeing this film

And you? Tell me something aboout yourself.

What I'm Thankful For

Healthy, happy, blah, blah, blah...

What I'm really thankful for is George and Goldie have school tomorrow morning.

Amen.

A Week of Extremes

We spent the last two weeks in Hawaii and returned home on Monday. Here are some photos from this week in Seattle and Hawaii.

Can you tell which photo was taken where?





Here is a picture of my favorite bakery in the world. Yes, the whole entire world.




This last photo was taken in Seattle at Thanksgiving dinner. Clay was offering Milo some chewed up turkey and Milo blew a raspberry at him.

Out of Office Reply

Sorry for the radio silence, we are clearly up to no good. No access to a computer, just an iPad which is difficult for blog posts.

A few things you should know:

Clay is now 47. That's 15 years older than when I met him. A card or a phone call wouldn't kill you, would it?

Milo is a parrot. He mimics everything we say and it's funnier than something really funny although I'm not sure what that is.

George told me I had big legs. Or at least they looked big underwater.

Goldie, or the girl formerly known as Goldie, has changed her name. I heard her playing with a little girl in the pool and the girl was calling her Ofer. Apparently she's also from Israel. This is good information to have.

More later, gotta cuddle Ofer.

"I Don't Have Curly Hair!"

George: "Is it bad to break a promise?"

Me: "Yes."

George: In the most earnest of voices, "Even with a stuffed animal?"

Me: "Where are you going with this?"

George: "I promised Froggy (his stuffed frog) that I'd bring him in for the next show-'n'-tell at school."

Me: "I think in this case it's okay to break a promise."
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Goldie: "Moooooooooooooooommy!!!!!"

Me: Out of breath from running up two flights of stairs and into her bedroom, "Yes Goldie."

Goldie: "Is it wake up time yet?"

Me: "No, it's 8:30 p.m. Go to sleep."

I think she needs to meet Jon Auer. (Just skip to the end of that post, unless you are bored, which I am assuming you are.)

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Lastly, if you see Goldie, it's best not to talk to her about her hair. She severely dislikes the topic. Yesterday at Nordstrom a sales lady walked up to her and said, "Oh, I love your curly hair." Goldie's response was a polite growl and her standard "I don't have curly hair."

The sales lady didn't let it go. She tried to sort of run her fingers through Goldie's hair, which anyone should know is a physical impossibility. And this made Goldie even angrier and she jerked her head, which resulted in the lady getting her ring stuck in Goldie's curls and Goldie crying as the lady fumbled around trying to get her hand detached.

The sales lady lost the sale and nearly lost her ring. She felt badly and quickly ran and got Goldie a pink balloon.

This helped, but Goldie was still pissed.