we with P

Perryville

So, we went to Perryville, MO. this past weekend.  You know, Perryville, the home of the eh, theee eh... Hohenadel clan.  Ryan and Gloria and Jonas were out there visiting family, so we decided join them.  It was a fine trip.  We ate well, met some family, sang a few songs, watched children fly around, and ate some fine doughnuts.  We are back and settling in for a day off of work.  Hibernation will be in effect.  Happy New Year to you all.

pela

scenes from the north

Christmas day was a day full of loafing and hanging.  Carlye showed us how to play craps, we stood in front of the tree in a row for a while(pela and I were cold and apparently stunned), Uncle Nigel taught the girls about the holiest of all chords, and we all held Pela up in various fashions.  Oops.  How did that picture of Sharon get in there?!?

the morning cup

This morning: Peru FTO Aprocassi split with a lovely green Sumatra Mandheling.  Twas thick and sweet, with a touch of dirt-caked mushrooms in the finish.  

Holiday holdings

We made it to MN late Friday night.  We hung out with the Grandparents and Greatgrandparents.  We ate some food, drove in some snow, chilled with pela, were ministered to by the vehicle of John Piper, and enjoyed the family that lives in the tundra.  Thanks and love to all of those up there and those we couldn't be near this season.

Merry Christmas to you all

The three of us are headed to Sarah's family (and mine, consequently) up in Minnesota. We wish you all well, and may this time be a time of thankfulness and spiritual awakening.

xogrkslkpek

"I don't know what I want"!

a few scenes from our day

we take care of our people at Parisi

Which one of us is filling our trousers?

Weekend with the Kolsto Grandparents

Pela had her first Christmas with her Grandparents K.  She slept right through.  Otherwise, she's getting pretty aware lately and well, we like her a lot.  We took turns giving her the medicine which helps her relax.  See photo.  Picture endless bouncing.

there is no fist...

some fine popcorn

Thanks to the Hohenadels for shipping us some prime corn from the south.  And thanks to the McKies and Kernel Kustard for their fine taste.  Love the salt in the caramel corn.  

it's a chopper, baby...

"Let's go fast, like this!"

scenes from an icy today

We fired up big momma upstairs today.  She roasts just like she looks like she would.  Delicious and solid, yet delicate... 

Shakespeare Onesy

a fine weekend

so this is funny. or is it?

A few weeks back, the heat pump in our house in NC went out. My realtor made the call to get it fixed with the home warranty people. Should cost $55 to get it fixed. We can live with that. By the way, for the story's sake, my realtor is telling me all of this after the fact. So, she makes the appointment, the guy goes out and fixes the pump. Thanks Mr. Home Warranty man...

Three days later, my realtor takes a potential buyer through for a showing of the house(brand new heat pump! bonus). Instead of the smell of fresh baked cookies to entice a potential homeowner into the more romantic notions of owning a home, there was a smell that reminded one of the grim realities of owning your own home. Yes, without a fresh baked cookie smell to greet them, all that lingered was the smell of a 3 day old bowel movement diffusing from the bathroom. Our mistake was turning off the water utility in an effort to be frugal. His was walking away and leaving a job unfinished.

Now, almost needless to say, we received no offer on the house. And I commend our realtor for such direct business savvy. She called the Home Warranty people and said the fee for disposing of the feces left by their employee was $55, and so the matter was settled. We got a free heat pump, we still can wow people at our many dinner parties with the fact that we own a home in the Carolina's and we all got a good story out of the deal.

I would like to thank Sarah Olson for her quick thinking on the job, and part of me would have liked to have heard the conversation upon the bathroom harvest discovery. Thanks to Jon Olson for using the finest water in the Southeast to cleanse the toilet. Here's to Primo water...

Anyone remember this?

I remember watching this when I was younger. I remember specifically the episode when they cloned him. His web in this version always made me uncomfortable. dunno why...

ahh, the rancor

in the arms of mom

chaff gloves

the joy of grinding coffee with loads of static electricity.

pseudomarsupial

lookers

People say, "it's amazing such a cute baby came from a couple like you".  

I don't understand where they're coming from.