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The silly sister's enjoying retirement!!!!

the silly sister's are...

"golfing...."
"no, working..."
"no golfing...."
"no working...."
"no golfing..."


Well at any rate, it looks to be about a two week sentance.

Happy Birthday Favorite Father

We have decided that there are two things a person has to pick on his or her own:

Their nose and their friends…preferably not at the same time.

Newsy’s Calendar of events

March: The middle child and the youngest child will try a career change in Texas and begin training for the sucker run…all they need now is two golfing outfits and two running outfits…definitely not pink though, it’ll clash with their sunburns.

April: The newsy news field editors will be researching what it’s like to take ones self to a concert, unpaid for by the newsy news company.

May 3rd: the first annual Sucker Run begins at dawn…or whenever the suckers choose to start running. (it’s a marathon) Registration is open all day starting at 8am, bring a white T-shirt we can write your number on.

June 21st: The 5th annual cattail party and newsy news 7th birthday party begins at dawn and last’s until the mosquitoes go to bed at 11pm. As this is a very special 5th annual cattail party, we have taken the liberty of buying recycled T-shirts which we will be giving to all who attend. As usual the party barge will be involved as well as mamas pond and fireflies.

July: We’re keeping July completely open for the other oldest child cousin. But the silly sister’s will no doubt take their annual bath.

August: The newsy news field staff is contemplating doing research on mountains and gold…or preferably, mountains of gold. The favorite parents and the silly sister’s will work their 2 weeks for the year.

And that’s as far as we’ve planned so far…As usual, newsy reserves the right to change its plans with little or no notice. The only event that is concrete is March, April, May, June, July, and August…all other plans are entitled to cancellation without notice.

Happy Birthday Favorite Mother

The middle child had an accident,

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Happy Birthday Favorite Mother!

Real Goals,

These aren’t just any old goals, these are actually reachable goals that the middle child and the youngest child set for themselves when they were feeling rather sickly but mostly human.

Goal 1. Get dressed
Goal 2. Take a nap
Goal 3. Post a blog
Goal 4. Pack for Texas
Goal 5. Go sledding
Goal 6. Restring bows
Goal 7. Plan the sucker run
Goal 8. Find a shovel
Goal 9. Shovel a roof


Don’t worry, the middle child and the youngest child have no intention of achieving all of these goals on the same day or even in the same week…but someday they’d like to attempt them.

A few good men,

Because most our friend don’t believe we have other friends, we decided to take some pictures this year for proof…Okay, so they were paid to put up with us for a week, but we’ll take it anyway.

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This is the famous hunting archer, we actually had the honor of staring at the back of his head for 9 straight days, really, we’re living the big time now.

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This is us and the grumpy grinner, you wouldn’t believe how easy it is to smile all the time when you have someone to frown at on occasion.

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This is Robin Hood, and if we were who we think we are, we’d do some name dropping right about now, but lets just leave that up to Ripley’s Believe it or not. He was good enough to scare away the snicker thief for us.

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This is our favorite friend from Idaho. Even though we caused him no end in grief from his neighbors he was still kind enough to let us get a picture with him.

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This is our tour guide neighbor, okay, he wasn’t a tour guide, he was a fishing guide in a hunting disguise…

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This is Hercules , unfortunately he’s wearing his jacket so his name may need an explanation…or maybe not. When he heard we were famous he wanted to have his picture taken with us as well…okay, so that’s not exactly accurate, but we reserve the right to exaggerate in any way we want…

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This is our neighbor with perhaps the most interesting product…but we’re not about to go into it…

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This is our Utah neighbor…okay, so he was about 50 booths down and a building over, but like we said before, we reserve the right to exaggerate as much as we want. He was kind enough to put up with our daily walkabouts which were taken for the soul purpose of retaining our sanity at the loss of others.

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These are our neighbors from 5 booths down and one building over, they were kind enough to feel badly for the youngest child when she couldn’t talk.

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Our neighbors from across the way, whom we reserve the snickers for…they were kind enough to not make fun of us like other peoples neighbors do.




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This is the youngest child contemplating a career change…a good neighbor was kind enough to allow the youngest child to practice on her shoe.



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And now you know the rest of the story.

Before they left home

January 19 2008

After four straight days of –20, the silly sister's were convinced something had to be done. So at 9pm while the full moon was high and the night was bright the silly sister’s went sledding.

Boy those snow banks were hard. Now that doesn’t mean the silly sisters crashed…goodness! How silly! No indeed, the snow bank at the bottom of the hill has been made to go over…but boy was it hard! And the landing, you wouldn’t believe the landing! The snow is so hard the sled actually comes to a dead stop after going over the snow bank, while the poor silly sisters continue to fly through the air for a good five more feet.


Sorry, no pictures of the bruises have been provided for us at this time.

Things are going to start happening to us now....

Click on this word and scroll down until you see two rather silly looking sisters in front of a few purses...that would be our field editors on location.

The youngest child may seem rather pale but she was a whole 5 seconds away from fainting, she had time to see the picture before her vision narrowed too much.

The middle child is the happy child who reaped all the benifits the picture had to offer for the day...

Olympics 2010 here we come!!

In the event the silly sister’s are unable to find two more willing partners to be on their bobsled team, the newsy staff has found a new hope for the 2010 Olympics.

Meet the Glow Worm,

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She’ll be four by then…and if she could only start landing the quads’ we’d have nothing more to worry about..

Well then, okay

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we're back

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And we're really happy we're back too!

okay, not really, but if we had this conection with a home port, then we'd be really happy. Right now we're more pleasently amused that we are where we are instead of jubulantly sledding on a hill somewhere cold...

Here's just a subtle check to see if any of our cousins still read this blog, and as always, this ones for the favorite Air Force cousin, the other oldest child cousin and the other middle child cousin.

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Yup, some things never change...

and one more thing before we end our latest post...

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We found the place where Young Guns taped their hide out scene's.

we're going home

..and so, until next time...

excuse me?

Customer waving a wallet in the air grinning in triumph, "Will you take $20 for this wallet"
The silly sister seller smirked, "No, I'll take $30"
The customer looked up and blinked in surprise, "But it says here its $25."
The silly sister seller's expression went blank, "Then why'd you ask if I'd take $20?"







needless to say, there was no wallet sold in the making of that sales pitch.

nothing

we have absolutly nothing to report...
absolutly nothing.






The newsy staff

Breakfast anyone???

The other morning the favorite mother made quite the sensation when she blew up her hard boiled egg in the microwave. It made quite noise and as people hit the floor and dove for cover under the tables and chairs a little girl in the back of the room burst out laughing and cried out in joy, to the benifit of all, "That lady just blew up her egg mommy!!!" She then cackled in glee with the silly sister's.

true or false?

After playing catch outside for a while the silly sisters went inside to eat their freshly tossed salads...

truly acomplished...

It doesn't take much talent to smell like a barn and smile like an idiot.

But the silly sister's have it written down on their list of acomplishments anyway.

Oh, the memories that haunt this place

No, we're not talking about the wars fought here so long ago. We're talking about the more recent echo's still ringing in the shadows when the lights go out. While laying in bed, restlessly worring about the diets they weren't on, the silly sister's were plagued with an echo from last year...

"After the lights had been turned off on the second night sleeping in the hid-a-bed a great amount of shuffling and kicking went on before one of the silly sisters growled out in a low western voice,'This bed ain't big enough for the two of us.'"

Lost time,

While the favorite mother was making hasty decisions to unplug our internet, we here at the newsy news letter offices were very busy making plans for our virtual Christmas party. Unfortunately, this party, in spite of its spectacular blueprint, was attended with even less success than their real parties since the silly sister’s couldn’t even put up virtual pictures on the blog.

And now the happy season is past and the silly sister’s have been banished to the far east where they at least experience the joy of internet again.

In the words of our little glow worm, “Happy Christmas” everyone
And from our bright eyed little Cricket, “Merry New Year” (no, he doesn’t say it quite like that, but we know that’s what he means)

we sure hope everyone enjoyed the party here that we did not have.

Misson....failed

No, its not that our tinkle queens lacked the ah, motivation to accomplish their goal...its just that, well, due to the ah, how shall we put it...gambling habits of the two silly sister (or lack there of) the newsy feild editors didn't get past Circus Circus.

Goals of the tinkle queens

Its good to have goals. Especially for field editors.

The newsy news letter field staff assignment is to tinkle in every casino on the strip to criticize and critique them. This assignment will take a lot of dedication...and water.

Stay tuned for a tinkle by tinkle update.

between brown earth and bright lights...

we preffer the brown earth of the desert...


but it will never truly be perfect until we've crossed it on a horse with no name.

our top four things we're Thankful for

The first two are a tie...

actually, there is no order at all to any of them

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2. Little Cricket



3. Snow, even when it ruins perfectly good ice.



4. And as always, we are very Thankful we're not turkeys...

1 year ago today

Our house arrived in little pieces...okay not little, but in pieces. It took all day to unload the semi trailer and count the pieces. There are four pieces in this picture, each piece has a number(1, 2, 3, 4). And unlike reading, they go up from right to left, or at least it did for us, it all depends on which side of the wall you work from, we chose the inside so everything would go completly backwards for us.

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This is our house the next afternoon (which will be one year ago tomorrow). We had to stop at some detours our delightful designer planned for us...or rather, didn't plan at all about.

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The tailer trash have moved up in the world and now live in a nice little tar paper shack. Although we're inclined to believe this picture doesn't do our mothers shack justice, we leave it up to our friends to find out for themselves. Our doors are always open (while we're home at least), and on a good day its 66 degrees upstairs.

And to our friends who already know...the grins and giggles are on the house.

Past farewell, farewell, oh well.

Thats right. We're already gone. There is no possible way we have time to put up another post after we've already gone. So don't expect it, we're already gone and there is no need to check this blog right now. Nothing has changed, and nothing is going to change, your stuck with that last uninspiring post...which, if we do say so ourselves, is much better than the other uninspired posts that did not get posted. That would probably reasure both of our readers if we had had the time to post before we left. But as we've so eliquently said before in this unwritten blog, we're already gone, the dust has already settled, the coffee is cold in the cups. But don't worry your poor little heart out, you'll be able to find us where ever we are. We're making a trail south east where the silly sister's will have to go there separate ways, one shall remain at the derby (to see who "also ran..."), the other will treck onward to wide open spaces.



Until then, this is the newsy staff, already gone

The greatest discovery of our time

And no, nothing better (that words can express) has come of our time than this.

We once said, "when inspiration hits, it always leaves a mark". Well, we’ve discovered something since then. Inspiration isn’t the only thing that leaves a mark, and the marks don’t always bring inspiration with it.

Like hammers for instance, they leave some very attractive and highly painful marks, but lack the benefit of inspiration.

Tractors also leave highly painful and enviable welts, but the inspiration acquired resembles the stupidity that rendered the welted unconscious.

Cement leaves a mark (it’s a knuckle buster business), and filled with so many grunts and groans as leaves room for little else to inspire.

Staplers are perhaps the most painful and leave the least rewarding mark…just a few weeks ago the favorite father discovered he should not hold an item in need of stapling when a child, that may be a little upset with him, is whacking away with a stapler. We laugh about it now, but that particular hit was so uninspiring it didn’t even make it into the letter, in-spite of the mark it left.

Scaffolds leave a mark (on shins of all things just by climbing up), and the climbing claims so much attention, there isn’t even time to greet each and every bruise as it appears.

All these things have left their marks, but it is unfortunate and perhaps natural, that all the joy is taken out of any inspiration we may have felt on the occasion. Perhaps the real reason we feel no inspiration is because usually all intelligent inspiration gets rattled right out of our brains in the process of it leaving its mark.

Until it hits again,

Sincerely,

The newsy news letter staff

Why the phone rang and rang

While the favorite parents were off gallivanting

and supposidly buying this questionable looking fish house

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How is anyone supposed to know,

without witnesses,

that two very silly sister's mixed and poured a 4 by 8 cement slab?

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these things just happen

"Stop talking to me, I’m reading!"" the middle child exclaimed in annoyance at the chattering youngest child.
The youngest child looked at the middle child in wide eyed bewilderment,
"I wasn’t talking to you."
And at the middle child’s raised eyebrows, and quick glance around a very empty booth that the youngest child was supposedly watching, the youngest child continued with an air of offended disgust,
"I was talking to myself, how dare you listen in on my private conversation!"




And the silly sister’s laughed heartily.

here's to the little children of our lives

We have yet to give a newsy name to the newest newsy fan.

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Clearly he's a little concerend about it. In this picture, he had just learned that "Squeaky" was a name in the running.

Also another sneaky picture of the inside of the house...no, nothing has change lately. Except for the baby of course...oh, and the silly sister's arent't standing there anymore either.

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The silly sisters were playing dress up with the little glow worm here.

She's going to be in a wedding this fall and had developed a bad case of anti-dressiness. The silly sister's helped the oldest child in the only way they knew how; by dressing in their own scratchy dresses and flouncing around all high and mighty. This of course made little glow quite eager to join them and she proudly put on her own little dress and flounced about with every bit of vanity that the silly sister's had displayed. We're all very proud of her.

the bummer blog

our little glow worm has left us for greener trees
and we have not the heart to write....


not even the one eyed mutt was allowed to remain to comfort us...sob.

sniff...sniff...snort...sniffle...sob...








We're gonna miss that dog.

our little glow worm

When she says "Apple", she really means, "helper" as in, she's a "happle"

When she runs to the bathroom to go potty, she does in fact know what she's going there to do, thats why she insists on shutting the door after pushing whoever was following her out.

She developed a very good learning system where instead of learning two names for two people she'd just apply the same name to as many people as possible. Thats why all older men are "Bumpa". She used to be able to say the middle childs name quite clearly, and naturally she used it for the youngest child as well. Until one day the youngest child taught her how to say "ll's" very well and ever since then, both the middle child and the youngest child are refered to(by the little glow worm) by the youngest childs name.

Little glow likes tractors. She likes to tell stories about tractors, "Bumpa! brumbrumbrum." and with that she makes a scoop with her hand to pick up imaginary dirt and she moves her hand over to an imaginary pile and drops the imaginary dirt making the imginary pile higher.

She thinks she can turn on the dinning room light just by rubbing her fingers together, this is the favorite brothers fault (he's an electician you know). She was even convinced that her kiss to someone elses fingers would transfere the lighting power.

She grew up in one night, while her mother was trying to put her to bed, little glow pointed to the door and said, "out" and she fell asleep on her own while her poor mother sat in a chair in the living room and wondered how it had happened so fast.

She wants everything, "Me.(pointing at her little chest) That!(pointing at whatever it is she desparatly wants)"

"Peas". could mean anything from "cheese" to "please". she calls real peas, "balls".

There is a scene in the new Pink Panther where the guy is learning to speak flawless english, every word he repeats has no simalarity to the original word until finnally at the end, all his english words sound the same. Well thats what teaching little glow worm new words is like, she does okay with the first word, but the second always sounds exactly like the first, untill finally all the words she's repeating sound something like the middle childs name.

she knows more than we know she knows.

Her first clear sentence was, "don't do that"(she must have heard that a lot, but we're not about to admit it)

She likes to spell her name, usually she just mubles it to her self, "g. o. r. i. l. g. o. a. i." until someone steps in and helps her a little with her ordering.

We miss our little glow.

The recovery

The middle child and the youngest child are still in recovery from the large amount of people they were subjected to while on their last mission.

They beg us to report though, that they are quite certain, if they ever got a real job, they'd always be employee of the month...

before our banishment

We were allowed to take a few hours detour to see the cutest little butten we've ever had for a nephew.

We took the liberty of taking a picture for the blog, we hope this will satisfy all our veiwers.

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Oh, we can't help ourselves.

Little Lawrence David Oberg was named for his two grandpas.

His timing made the difference between two very long weeks or one very long day.

We, the newsy news staff, are at the MN State Fair serving a two week self imposed(in an involentary sort of ways) sentence. Please, everyone, stop by the Grand Stand and relieve our suffering...

or we're bound to complain here...

He's coming! He's coming! He's....here!!!!

We have another Monday's child!!!!

Our latest edition, 2007 model baby has finally arrived at 5pm today, 2 weeks early, 6lbs 4oz. heavy, 19in. long, 6in. wide, 0 teeth, black hair, 8 fingers, 2 thumbs, 10 toes, and remains nameless as of 5:30. But he's already a lucky little guy, he was the 10,000 hit on our sight counter! He gets 1000 newsy points to spend at any newsy store as soon as he's old enough to count that high.



When we asked the favorite brother if he was cute, the answer was, with great confidence, "oh yeah."

We did manage to get a photo, not of the baby, we haven't seen him yet, but its of a onesy he'll wear someday. We thought everyone would like to see this first picture...

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"Let's hear it for the boy"

A new business proposition

Newsy news is now selling advertisement space on this blog.



Eat at The Pizza Mill.



We reserve the right to write and, or, rewrite any and all advertisements we post. we also reserve the right to not post advertisments we have had to rewrite. Any advertisments we have not writen will not appear on this blog, any advertisment that has not been prepaid will not appear on this blog, any advertisment that lacks a humoris eliment will not appear on this blog, any advertisment we have had to write will not appear on this blog, any advertisment that we don't like will not appear on this blog...

A scene from finding Nemo

At the end of the movie, there is a scene where all the fish who were escaping from the dentist office were in little plastic bags full of water and they were very heroically rolling them to the sea.

Well, in honor of that great moment of brilliance, the favorite Brainerd Grandparents little fishies decided to recreate that scene. And much to the middle child’s surprise (she was the unknowing accomplice who put them in the bags) they were very capable of rolling their bags where ever they chose to go.

Where the songs take us

*these aren’t necessarily the titles to the songs, and yes most of them are country


It’s a long trip alone: especially through Indiana

My red high heels: Any and every state between Nevada and Minnesota.

Someday baby: Kentucky anyone?

What I’m doing these days: must be a southern Indiana thing

Shot through the heart: and straight to Blake

Its just another manic Monday: in the walls of our sheet rock…

Tear drops on my guitar: 10pm "out at the wood pile"

It was a different time, when we were boys and girls: every time we come home from the dump, sob

If your going through hell, keep on going: the little flying J store at the Illinois-Wisconsin border.

I’m gonna sit right here and have another beer in Mexico: that’s right, Texas

They say we’re crazy, what do they know: The top floor keeps telling the basement that.

This love has taken lift off: some where between Texas and Kentucky

Best times we’ll never remember: we don’t really recall.

Summer Time: Pennsylvania in January and February

My shadows the only one that walks beside me: going to the movies

Fly away, over the mountains, over the mountains: Eau Claire Wisconsin in the middle of the night.




and we've traveled far today

the return of the hero

No, this post isn't about the heroic one eyed wonder...its about his master, the favorite brother-in-law, who arrived on a great black bus somewhere in the twin cities last Newsyday at noon.

If we had the eliquence, we would tell everyone how his darling wife was there to run into his arms the moment he set eyes on her. We would tell everyone how, with him wearing his nice crisp uniform, and her wearing an eligant yellow dress they looked so much like a fifities war movie that the local news camera crew couldn't stop taking footage of their...ah, church kiss. We would tell everyone how his child looked on in wide eyed wonder over a stranger stealing kisses from her mother. We would tell everyone how his perfect little glow worm took to him right away and began telling him tall tales about the one eyed mutts wild adventures, which went something like, "Deeciee! NO! NO! No! No! No!...eeeh eee eee eee."

If we could, we would have just posted the picture of their reunion....but thats not possible at this time. Later perhaps...

The frieght train

Those aren't butterfly wings.

We lost some facea to the tornado.

And that one tree, by that one cabin, at that one corner.

Oh, and that other tree by that other cabin near that one bay. Oh, and a few trees on the point

Frankly, we didn't realize it was a tornado until little glow worms enertube went sailing by both of the bay windows.

Luckily, neither of the sheetrockers were sucked out the windows, though they claim it was rather percarious by the windows on the third floor.

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"They drew first blood"

This post is lovingly dedicated to our favorite brother-in-law whose birthday was today.

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We did not…

We did not eat first breakfast at 5:55. We did not go for a sunrise kayak ride at 6am. We did not eat second breakfast at 6:33. We did not walk the dog. We did not eat a third breakfast. We may have given a tour of the house. We did not show off the hammers and staplers. We did eat hot dogs by a campfire…sponsored by the angles on the favorite parents new house. We did not mow lawn. We did not play croquet. We did not play disc golf. We did not get lost in the forest. We did not eat the one eyed mutt.


But we did hang the favorite mothers cabinets...and the newsy news birthday/cattail party had the best turnout yet!

Happy 6th Birthday Newsy News!!!

As usual, in honor of our cute little company’s birthday, we will be celebrating in style at the 4th annual cattail party. We have a full list of newsy party activities planned… guaranteed to leave even the heartiest of partiers completely exhausted by the end of the longest day of the year. For, though we don’t have any cabins lined up to clean this year, we do have grass growing up to our knees (not quite as bad as last week…but we have tried)…and there’s nothing more partyish than mowing all the lawn in the shape of a croquet field (much to our favorite parents embarrassment).

Unfortunately, due to the new high rises going up all over and in consequence of the civilization, power lines, our disc golf game will have to be played while running wild through the forests, its only one hole: Par-103…be careful of the sand pit and the two ponds, mamas pond and lost pond…that is if anyone is unfortunate enough to find the second one….if you do happen to find the seconded one, chances are pretty good you’re lost…at that point you’ll just want to take the stroke and forget the disc golf. Take a solid right at that unfortunate lost pond…you may not think it’s a pond, but if your feet start to get wet, you’ve found the lost pond, and you’re lost. But if you take a right, that will lead you to…well we don’t rightly know, the silly sister’s just kind of bowl their way through when they hit the lost pond. If it happens to be cloudy, you might as well just sit down and cry, of course, as this will be a newsy party, just do what ever it is the silly sister’s are doing…chances are though, if its cloudy, they’ll be sitting down and crying….well maybe not right away, but when it starts to get dark they will be…

Anyway, where were we? Oh, yes the newsy news cattail party! Everyone’s invited…we have a full agenda planned and an empty guest list. It seems our reputation proceeds us and last years party was the bomb… or whatever. But its a little disheartening to us that the favorite parents crew decided they couldn’t be paid to attend…not even for the snack times. Oh well, the youngest child will be making her famous eggshell cake as usual so please come eat it…

5:55am: A very fast breakfast
6am: The usual sunrise kayak ride,
6:33: 2nd breakfast
At 7: the usual walk the dog game.
7:30: 3rd Breakfast
Starting at 8: Tours of the house begin.
8:15, 8:30, 8:45: Snack time every fifteen minutes
At 9: A showing of the hammers and staplers that have been the woes of the silly sister’s fingers at which point both silly sister’s will beat the hammers and the staplers until they feel better.
10: snack time
11: The grand game of mowing all the lawn in the shape of croquet!!
12: Lunch…probably hot dogs.
1pm: Snack time
2pm: Game of croquet, Newsy vrs not Newsy(or is everyone supposed to be on their own teams? Well, we’ll just make it up as we go along...like usual)
3pm: Snack Time
4pm: the forest game of disc golf
5pm: eat snack…if lost eat what ever looks good….but no eating the one eyed…never mind.
6pm: Remain calm.
7pm: Favorite parents will not be worried yet.
8pm: Remain calm
9pm: try thinking of ways to build a shelter.
10pm: Favorite parents will wonder, in passing as they go to bed, where everyone is.
10:30: Remain calm.
10:45: the silly sister’s cry for mamma and because their tummies are hungry.
11pm: The silly sister’s will no doubt have cried everyone to sleep at this point.


And thats the plan for the longest most wonderful newsy birthday/cattail party ever!!!!

the Grand ol Newsyday

Last weeks newsyday was a pretty exciting day. Not only did we have the rather high excitment of 3 loaded cement trucks coming 45 minutes apart, we also had the great joy of rushing around trying to build forms in case we had some left over.
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the youngest child is demonstrating how to hold a drill with her right hand while expertly holding a screw in her left...something everyone should practice doing.
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Thats right, they came.


Heres one more picture, and if you look closley you can see the inside of the house.

A little tore up- injury #8

This is one of the silly sisters toes,

the nail was clumsy enough to get cought under a cuboard that was being moved and in consequence was bent backwards.

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When it happened, the sensitive, soft hearted, favorite father looked down on it and consolingly said,

“Well, at least now you’ll have something to blog about.”

Yes indeed, some sacrifice is necessary in the world of blogging...what’s a toe here or there?

The party

We had a bachelorett party on Tuesyday for our favorite newest June bride

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Enough girls for some real good cackeling.

We also hired some entertainment for the party. Perhaps if that had been common knowledge before hand, more cackelers would have come.

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The middle child was less impressed than the goofy giggle grinned youngest child, who was at least good enough to cover the glow worms eyes...sort of. We don't know if the June bride was impressed or not, she still hasn't removed her hands from her eyes.

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Oh, she must have peaked at the wrong moment.

lesson learned.

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We're actually just kidding in the pictures, our hired entertainers left 2 hours before the party began, and they were singers...

Our humblest apologies

We would like to extend our humblest apologies to the little town we gallivant in for the shortage of 4x12 sheetrock we may have caused at Lowes. We were very much in need of an expeditious shipment and thought not of how much we may be putting out our favorite gallivanting town. We have now had time to consider our actions as a little hasty in taking all the product, but we are slightly consoled by the idea that anyone who is really in need of sheetrock may use 4x8 instead, since we didn’t take any of those. If this proves to be too much of an inconvenience to anyone, feel free to stop by the happy place for a sheet or two, we could possibly spare one at the Lowes price.

Each pile is about 5ft high