SNOWS

Aaron and John M made a snow fort today. I haven't had the opportunity to see it, yet, but I shall declare siege upon it in the morning. No one suspects the pregnant one. Tell no one of my plans.

So what about Baptism?
Baptism weeks later when all the family can be there?
Baptize the very next Sunday possible?
Baptize on the way home from the hospital?
Baptize at the hospital?

I can see arguments for each, except the first.

Child Pride

Are our children our accomplishments? This grave marker caught my eye while wondering through Arlington Cemetary. What do you think of this? BTWs, I am ultra proud of my children.

Razzmataz, Happy Asteroids, and other things

Well, as my dearest wife explained, we are in St. Louis, home of the St. Louis Style Pizza topped with Provel Cheese. Provel Cheese is a processed provelone dairy product that is becoming a fad food in Brooklyn thanks to a saavy young St. Louis born restaurant owner who has recently set up shop.

The job hunt continues to be fruitless, nonetheless, the march continues. Friday, while sitting in the student lounge at Wildwood Community College, I applied for 9 jobs with a company called "Sunshine Retirement." They are a massive company which spans the continent. They have locations here in St. Louis, Fort Wayne, Southern Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Colorado and these are the places I applied.

Grandma beat us at Skipbo, but has no clue how to play the game. She nearly died of laughter during a round of Madlibs where "Kezia Mistook her Happy Asteroids for an Early American Salt Shaker." If it is of General Interest (GI), her after dinner drink of choice is Razzmataz, a Blueberry brandy which my father and I agree tastes like cough syrup.

I finally assembled the fathers day present we gave to my father in 2009. It is a workbench complete with peg board, florescent light, 4 drawers, and a power strip. Needless to say, I feel quite manly for following that 17 page instruction booklet and drilled most of the holes in the right place.

My FB debate and rhetoric group, Fellows for the Advancement of Intelligent Rhetoric (FAIR) has moved to a blog. Fellowsrhetoric.blogspot.com is where you can find an expose of our best arguments. Feel free to contribute arguments.

I think a baby elephant is a great idea, and our son would love to ride it when we came to visit you.

TTFN Ta-Ta-For-Now

Just wining

The Momma & I visited the Dunseths last night.  We traveled to their place in Highland, MI. Pr Dunseth & I took a cigar-long walk in the cold.  Then we returned to the domicile and ate soup & salad, before heading off to savor the fruit of the vine at a nearby town.  (The more I taste Zinfandel, the more I like it.)  Back to the Dunseths.  Mrs D and your Mom had made sushi--yes, Icky Yucky Sushi which we ate with great delight with soy sauce and wasabe--yum.
Pastor Dunseth broke into his wine cellar and brought out a nice Pinot Noir, also known as Burgundy, when it is the gen-u-wine Frenchy stuff--which it was.  Not the greatest with sushi, but the fact that he would share such a treasure with us was most heart-warming.
We did not stay up til 2 AM and we did not have a table filled with 18 open bottles of wine, as we enjoyed several years ago, but we most certainly did have a delightful time. 
Back home this morning at about 10:30.  We were shocked to see John out of bed!

Baby Elephants?

Dear Family,

Because of our distance of miles-not hearts-I think we should write on here. I'll start.

This week, as you know, we are in St. Louis visiting yonder Nielsens. We have been enjoying very fine weather, dry roads, etc.

We took the Megabus to St. Louis on Tuesday morning. The trip went pretty well and the bus was mostly empty. We then took the train out to a place near where Mom Nielsen works. Aaron likes to chuckle about St. Louis's train system. He calls it adorable. It is rather quaint compared to the trains we are used to in Chicago. It's like the awkward cousin.

Baby Nielsen seems to be doing really well. I've been a bit more achy and uncomfortable, but my growing stomach is making up for it all. :) He kicks so often. 
John, Eli, he wants to know how the quest for a baby elephant is going. I think it is only fair that you guys bring him one from Sri Lanka. But please no reptiles or arachnids. Or rodents.
Speaking of the Nielsen child, I would like to impart unto you a little tidbit. Here is a fact. Since the middle of my second trimester, I just want buffalo chicken. Always. Yessir. The three times I've had buffalo chicken (one time as a lasagna) I have just loved it. What does this mean? Other than I'm giving birth to a mini Aaron?

Emphatically,

-Kez