Sunday, September 23, 2007
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Update -- Lori & Keith take a working trip to San Diego
A couple of weeks ago, Keith and I had the opportunity to take a working vacation to San Diego.
On Friday we got to play -- we planned to spend the day at the San Diego Wild Animal Park. We picked the perfect time to go. With everyone heading back to work or school after Labor Day, few people were at the park and we had the place to ourselves. We enjoyed seeing all the animals -- gorillas, lions, flamingos, and elephants -- but we especially enjoyed interacting with a few, as well. We had the opportunity to feed some lorikeets and even a giraffe.
Then on Saturday, we had to work. My boss asked us to take some photos in a neighborhood called South Park, near downtown San Diego, for an upcoming story our magazine is working on. The neighborhood had a fun, small-town feel, and it was great talking to all the shop owners and locals we met.
After we finished our work in South Park, we headed over to the San Diego Natural History Museum to see their exhibit on the Dead Sea Scrolls. The exhibit was packed with lots of great photos and the history of the scrolls, along with 12 actual scrolls.
Feel free to check out photos of our trip here:
Update -- Lori Ostendorf earns a trip to Hawaii
By passing eight extremely difficult written tests to earn a CPCU designation (a fancy insurance thing -- Chartered Property Casualty Underwriter), Lori earned a company paid trip to Hawaii. She was able to take a guest and after many people turned her down, she asked me to tag along. :) I was happy to oblige, as who wouldn't want to go see the surf, catch some rays, and relax. Sure beats going to the mine pit every day to earn a buck.
On our vacation, we were able to stay at two exquisite hotels, go on a couple of excursions, enjoy the warm, sunny surroundings and also do some sightseeing. (Scroll down to the Travelogue section for this part of the story.)
The second part of the trip was on Oahu island. This was where Lori's conferment ceremony took place. It was a wonderful afternoon and evening, in celebration of all the people around the nation who were able to pass the CPCU exams.
With my lack of knowledge about anything to do with insurance, I didn't really understand the significance of Lori's accomplishment. We should all be very proud of her. It was amazing to hear many people talk about these exams and the challenges of each person, some failing a fair amount before passing the eight required to earn this trip. I'm definitely married to a very bright person.
Thanks, Lori! Without your efforts we would not have had this great experience.
Update -- Jazmine, Brenda, win tractor pulling contests
Yesterday we went to Valley City for the North Dakota State Pedal Tractor Pulling Championships. Jazmine was the very first one to compete! It took her about 33 seconds to go 39 feet; slow and steady wins the race and also worked for tractor pulling. She ended up placing first in the 4-year-old girl division! She received a plaque (wall trophy), a can of Dr Pepper, and the opportunity to go to Nationals at Mitchell, South Dakota, this coming weekend. (We won't be able to go as we will be at Hunter Convention.)
After all of the kids were done pulling, they drew a name from the raffle tickets to see who would win a pedal tractor -- Nathan Hill! He chose a John Deere with duelies. Thanks to Dad, it will probably be assembled yet in 2007!
After "intermission," they had an adult pedal tractor pull. I paid $5 to enter and compete with about 12 other ladies! I was first to pull and did a full pull. When I finished, the official said, "We better add some more weight!" So I did, and I had to pull again! That made twice I pulled a full pull -- about 280 lbs. That left me and a "Rhonda" lady in a pull-off! This was only her second pull and it was my third, so I let her win! Actually, I came in second. Boy, was I tired!
All in all, it was a fun day and we hope to do it again in 2008!
Update -- experiments with paint & cookie dough
Today I started stripping wallpaper in preparation for painting. Last week we painted Aunika's room. She chose the paint and every wall is a different color. There are two shades of bright green, brown and cream. I am not nearly so adventurous and will probably choose a light neutral color for the kitchen and dining room.
I hate redecorating, but the time has come when it's just got to be done. I would be content to have the same pictures on the wall forever if they didn't fade. In a couple of years, we'll probably replace the kitchen cabinets and flooring, so there's more to look forward to.
I'm hoping when the kids have all gone to college there will be less wear and tear on the house. Tyler has been pretty hard on things with all his chemistry experiments, etc. Hopefully, for him there will be a return in education or a fun job for my tolerance. He talked the high school principal into loading his schedule this year so he has a hope of getting into a decent college. He's very much looking forward to being the AP Chemistry lab aide second semester for one of his favorite teachers. Most of his friends will be taking the class but he tested out of it last spring. I am not sure that was wise but he will just have to deal with the consequences.
Tyler has been in pursuit of the ultimate chocolate chip cookie (three batches with different recipes last week), so Aunika and I made a batch to send to Derek, as per an e-mail request from him. In this house we seem to live to eat! (Scroll down to Home Cookin' to find Tyler's recipe.)
The best thing for the beginning of the school year Monday was that Aunika can DRIVE! No more carpools! She does 90% of the grocery shopping and Wal-Mart trips.
Update -- paying my subscription
I just finished reading the Editor's policy. I really never thought anything of it as I read it before. Until August 2007, when I no longer got The Bulletin. Not realizing I have been receiving it since December of 2003, thanks to Donna, who forwarded a copy to me so I could keep up on the family.
Boy I tell you all, when Dorothy says she wants "simply a statement" to keep receiving The Bulletin, SHE MEANS IT.
My first thought was I can not just write a simple statement, so I never participated or contributed to The Bulletin. Wow! Joke's on me. One Sunday night, like normal, I think: I'm going to pull up The Bulletin to get the news from all around. Only to learn the hard way that Dorothy had cut me off! I started thinking, Oh, she must be on vacation...
The next Sunday I tried again. Another Sunday, no Bulletin. I kind of wondered what was going on. I figured: I need to e-mail her so that once again I am reading The Bulletin. I will tell her, Dorothy, I want to thank you very much for all the hard work you do to keep this wonderful paper going. What a great way to keep in touch with family and friends. Then she will send it, for sure.
Once again, Thank You, Dorothy, and all the other correspondents for the gratification we get from The Bulletin.
Now do you understand why I never wrote a statement before? This is almost a Bulletin standing by itself. Thank goodness, I should be good for a while now, right, Dorothy?
A friend of the family (I think); I will not say how many years, but I could recognize you younger ones in one of the past Bulletins.
Oops! I guess it would help me if I gave you my correct e-mail address. After going into my old one today, not realizing I still am getting mail there, especially The Bulletin since August, made me understand why I never got an answer on my e-mails to you. Yes I am very much Polish! We will get it figured out, sooner or later.
Editor's comment: Carol, I am glad you kept trying ... but really I didn't cut you off -- at least not intentionally. I hand sent you a copy of this week's issue and added your name with your new e-mail address to my mailing list. I hope that will help. --DMA
Day to Day R
We were invited over for a "deck warming" gathering to celebrate the finished result of Ed, Derrick, Roddy and Darryl's hard work. I thought they did a fabulous job; it turned out with lots of space and looks so nice!
The Larsons and Johnsons, along with Jayce, enjoyed helping the Evenson - McNeill family in giving it a try; thankfully, we got to it before the snow flies! What a lovely evening ... in spite of the flies! (At least there weren't any mosquitoes.)
The Matriarch Speaks W
Who Is This?
Let's Play a Guessing Game: Whenever it is handy to do so, we will run a picture of someone of the subscribers or staff members of our e-magazine. Tell us who you think it is -- we will let you know who was the first to guess it right -- and the correct guess -- in the following week's Bulletin.
How many can you identify?
Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type.
Good morning! The printer is still going -- BUT I must add my surprise! shock! -- At What?
The Guess picture! My ingenious father -- Henry Weiland -- was always wanting to make things interesting for us children. (*We were, once, ya know.*) So he hooked up some ropes on the sewer pipes in our basement and made SWINGS!
Cousin Beatrice (Bartlett) Rutledge and cousin Mary (Bartlett) Timmersman in the boxes -- and brother Richie swinging on the other pipes! Was that fun, or what? Of course, at that time, I was too old to do such things....
Last week's Guess -- I thought it MIGHT be Louella and Dorothy -- but the rest?
Keep The Bulletin coming!
Ruth Weiland Kitto
Who is This? This time I do not have clue.
What a shock! I turned the page (scrolled down), and here before my eyes were my brother Rich Weiland and cousins Mary and Bea Bartlett in our basement at home, probably in the 40's, swinging on the water pipes in their homemade swings. Those three kids were inseparable, in their young years, and have remained so until now. Mary (next to Rich) is Mrs. John Timmersman now in Brooklyn Park, Minnesota.
So, my attempt at a GUESS on this picture doesn't count, does it? Do you see the unique clothes chute my dad had made behind Rich? You put the laundry through a little door in the bathroom upstairs and it dropped into the chickenwire cage attached in the basement. A removable, sliding door in the bottom released the clothes on wash day.
Betty Weiland Droel
Domingo came into our lives just a few months ago, proclaiming every situation to be "No Problem." Even Sherry's cookies and coffee!
Lately, however, his mantra had become "Mucho problem-o!"
Having spent the better part of the year herding the sheep in the mountains, Domingo and Esteban felt a certain sense of ownership. A large part of this ownership had been given to me, the unofficially designated, sheep-headquarters foreman.
I surmise they resented this power shift. They began to engage in petty, lambing-time politics. Wherever there was a little trouble to stir up, or the possibility of generating a bad report, they were there.
To make matters worse, I'd actually had the audacity to mess with their dogs!
Since the day Domingo's dogs had gotten into the sheep, and pulled some wool, Jack had required that Domingo and Esteban keep them tied.
Sassy, Checker's little sister, was a real gem of a dog. Sleek and shorthaired like Checker, Sassy suffered in the cold. Every day when I went to and from the lambing shed, I'd see her, Oscar, Rosy and Clover tied under Domingo's sheep-camp on short, tangled chains. The ground beneath them was frozen -- bare and wind-swept. Sassy shivered endlessly.
Next door, Esteban's dogs, Pepper and Teto, faired some better. He provided them with rugs to lay on and kept their chains untangled.
It was a particularly cold, windy day when Jack and Jackson came on one of their inspection tours. I mentioned how Domingo's dogs were suffering in the cold. Jack ordered Jackson to stake the dogs out along the base of the nearby straw pile -- a huge improvement for the dogs. They had loose straw to snuggle in; they could cozy up to the straw bales and their chains no longer got tangled. Sassy stopped shivering for the first time in weeks.
The following day was cloudy and grey, the kind that dampens the spirit. I was driving the John Deere tractor and loader from the house to the lambing shed. As I approached Esteban and Domingo's sheep-camps, Checker was loping along beside the tractor, minding his business, of no nuisance to anyone.
Esteban's day must have been cloudy and grey, too. When he saw me coming, he emerged from between the sheep camps. Walking into the roadway in front of my tractor, he glared -- alternately -- at me and my dog. His black eyes seemed to throw daggers! It was clear that my dog running loose had suddenly become "Mucho problem-o!" There was no doubt he and Domingo would bring this urgent matter to Jack's attention.
I skidded the tractor to a stop, flung open the door, and hit the ground -- out-of-control.
"You're such a backstabber!" I shouted.
To communicate this complex, diplomatic statement across the language barrier, I grabbed Esteban by his shoulder and made backstabbing pantomime. I thumped him on the back with each new stab! He cowered and looked at me as though I'd gone quite mad! Alas, I had.
I was surprised at myself, for the pounding I'd just given him.
Where In The World Is Weston? S
Anyone who knows me well realizes that I am a huge sports fan, with baseball holding down the top spot on my list. One of my favorite sports events has always been baseball's All Star Game. The entire sport is put on hold for three days each July so the game's biggest stars can assemble on one field to determine the supremacy of the American League versus the National League. And unlike the all star games of most other sports, the baseball stars seem to actually care about the exhibition, resulting in a well played game highlighted by superstar performances. With that history in mind, needless to say I was excited to get the chance to watch an All Star Game in person.
On Tuesday, our last day in California, Sindy and I retraced our steps to AT&T Park. As we neared the stadium, we noticed a crowd gathering around the main entrance to the park. We soon learned that everyone was clamoring for a spot along the parade route for the Red Carpet Parade, in which the all stars and their families rode in the backs of pickup trucks to the stadium, allowing fans to get an up close view of their favorite players.
We staked out a spot not far from where the players would walk from their respective trucks to the player entrance. While we waited for the parade to arrive, we were entertained by several Fox Sports personalities who were recording the pre-game show that would go on the air later in the day.
Soon, the players began arriving. We had a pretty good view from our vantage point, but a combination of my camera's lack of a zoom lens and the presence of a huge TV camera boom immediately in front of me prevented me from taking any decent pictures. Nonetheless, it was a thrill to see all of baseball's stars so close, and it was arguably just as thrilling to see some of their wives close up! It was enough to make me wish I had worked a little harder at baseball!
Once the parade had ended, Sindy and I entered the park and, as we had the day before, got as close as we could to the field beyond the first base dugout to watch the players warm up and take batting practice. As it turned out, we were in prime foul ball territory. We kept a close eye on the batters, hoping to catch a souvenir ball (and hoping to avoid a souvenir bruise). Several fans near us were able to catch a ball, but no such luck for me.
After warm-ups we headed out to the concourse to find our seats. Well, not seats exactly. We had standing room only tickets, which would allow us to stand on the walkway separating right field from McCovey Cove. We secured a spot in foul territory near the right field line. While standing for the next four hours would not be entirely pleasant, we had a nice view of the field. Oh yeah, and it was the ALL STAR GAME, so I wasn't about to complain.
Shortly after we found our perch for the evening, the pre-game ceremonies began. After the singing of the Canadian and U.S. national anthems, four jets in formation flew over the stadium from beyond center field, flying so low I could practically feel the breeze. The sound generated by the thundering jet engines was enough to take my breath away.
Next, the Giants paid tribute to Willie Mays, one of baseball's all-time greatest players. A video of his career highlights was played on the Jumbotron. Following the video, a gate opened in the wall in center field, which was Mays' territory during his playing days. Willie himself emerged through the gate in a red convertible, eliciting a roar from the crowd. His car circled the field while Willie threw souvenir balls to lucky fans in the crowd. Eventually, Willie's ride disappeared again beyond the outfield fence and the players took the field to begin the game.
As had been the case six days earlier in Yankee Stadium, I found myself in the minority in terms of my rooting interests. The majority of fans in attendance were pulling for the National League, as their favorite Giants, most notably Barry Bonds, were playing for that league. I, on the other hand, was pulling for the American League, which featured Twins' players Johan Santana, Justin Morneau and Torii Hunter. Fortunately, no one gets overly excited about the winner of the All Star Game, so any differences in loyalties were all in fun.
That said, there was one moment when my Twins fandom got the best of me after Johan Santana took the mound to pitch the bottom of the seventh inning. As you may recall, I had worn a Santana jersey when I had watched him pitch at Yankee Stadium the previous week. I had broken out the Santana jersey again for the All Star Game, so I was excited when he finally made an appearance. He struck out the first man he faced, then followed with two strikes to the next opponent. When the batter took a called strike three, I instinctively jeered him with a "Yeah! Sit down!" delivered at the top of my lungs.
By the time I finished my taunt, I realized that, while such an outburst was perfectly normal at a regular season game (at least in my mind) it was probably not appropriate for an All Star exhibition, a feeling that was shared by the many spectators in my area who turned around and looked at me with an expression of surprised bemusement.
The rest of the game was exciting, with the American League holding a 5-2 lead entering the bottom of the ninth, when the National League rallied to make things interesting. Fortunately, the AL held on for a 5-4 win, securing home field advantage for the World Series, a benefit that seemed a lot more relevant at the time, before the Twins eliminated themselves from contention with an awful second half of the season.
After the final out, we stayed around the stadium for a while, soaking it all in one last time. Reluctantly, we left the beautiful ballpark on the Bay and made our way back to the car, leaving San Francisco for good.
The following morning we packed our bags, which were now filled with numerous souvenirs, in addition to the clothes we had packed for the trip. We headed to the San Jose airport, where we boarded a flight back to Minneapolis. When we touched down, I helped Sindy find the gate for her flight back to New York and we said our goodbyes.
After I had picked up my luggage at the baggage claim, Lori and Caity picked me up at the airport. I spent the ride to Maple Grove recounting the highlights and lowlights of the trip. Before I knew it, I was home, and this weeklong odyssey that had been months in the making was suddenly a memory.
Hula Skirts and Tiki Torches
We stayed on two different islands during our time in Hawaii. The first stop, after a long flight, was to Maui. On one excursion, we were able to go on a submarine and watch many fish on the different coral reefs. It was a pretty neat experience being 135 feet down into the Pacific Ocean. The water was a beautiful blue ... a tad bit clearer than our beloved Lobster Lake! :)
On another excursion, we visited a town (tourist trap) named Lahaina. The town catered to people like Lori and me. It had multiple restaurants and shops to drain a full day. We ate at Bubba Gump's Shrimp factory that was stationed directly above the ocean. It was awesome to be eating and looking straight down into the ocean. Lahaina is an old whaling village so there was also a lot of history to be seen at the Lahaina Heritage Museum, which is located next to the historic banyan tree. (See picture of Lori and me in one part of the tree.) The tree took up the whole courtyard! Quite cool.
We also took a drive up the north shore of Maui to Kapalua. The sights were magnificent. Another picture shows the scenery from this area.
In addition to the conferment ceremony, we were able to go see Pearl Harbor. That was an incredible opportunity to see a part of our nation's history. It is one thing to read about or see television programs about the tragic events that took place on December 7, 1941, but it is quite another to relive the past by being there in person. I would highly recommend anyone who can visit to take the time to honor those who died that day. (Lori will be sending a collage of photos from this part our trip for another Bulletin edition.)
While on Oahu for the conference, we were able to be in a nice hotel resort on Waikiki beach in Honolulu. Lori and I were able to stay in the Ali'i Tower, which hosted its own swimming pool and free appetizers by the pool each night! It was awesome and we took full advantage of catching some rays and taking dips in the fresh water.
Aside from missing McKenna more than words can express, it was a great trip for Lori and me.
Home Cookin' H
Tyler’s Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookies 9/2007
1 stick unsalted butter, melted (1/2 cup)
Bake 10 minutes at 375 degrees F. on an un-greased Teflon cookie sheet.
Aunika's variation: substitute oatmeal for the bread flour and use only 6 oz. chocolate chips.
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+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
I received Bulletin #274 this morning at 9:35 a.m. -- right on schedule. Was surprised to see that you printed my letter in the Letters To The Editors. As usual, another good Bulletin. Thanks!
It was so nice to read about Donnie and Patty and to see the outside of their cabin ... and to see the picture of the inside as well.
They both look so happy and healthy with all those extra pounds taken off -- almost a miracle! But I know it took lots of hard work to do it!
Keep up the good work.
Elaine Anderson Wold
I want LTD to know how much I enjoyed his story this week. So well written. I wonder if Octavio ever got to teach school.
LTDad, It was fun to read "the rest of the story" about Octavio. I had to chuckle about the pancakes and syrup!
Amy (Dake) Harrison
Tom gets The Bulletin every week and keeps me up-dated on what is going on with everyone. Thanks for all the efforts you put into making it so nice.
Donald -- Thank you for all your stories; most people I do not know but it is still very interesting.
Beaver, Donna and family -- keep up the great job with all the stories and pictures.
Donny and Patty -- OK, now I can honestly say I'm jealous; you guys look awesome! But the BIG jealously is your house; what an incredible home!
Doug -- you're the only one I have not seen for a while; at least you pop a picture into The Bulletin, along with a story, so I can keep up with you. How about that restaurant?
Rich, Marlene and family -- I have had my bags packed for quite some time now. Marlene, I thought at the last wedding you said, Rich and yourself would be happy to adopt me? At least I think that is what I heard. I have the longing to travel; I can be your maid. Your children, I'm sure, want to hear more stories from the tattoo lady!
Curt and Patty -- well, all I can say is, I have not seen you shopping in Shopko for many years now. Hey, maybe if Marlene will not adopt me you guys can?
Most of all, Weston, you really should be a journalist. Great pictures and stories; every week I wonder where Weston is!
Thank you once again for all the great work you do.
P.S. For those who want to think I might be around Donna's age, do not kid yourself, for I'm only in my second year of college.
Editor's Note: That, my friends, is the truth; as I understand it, Carol has gone back to school -- is it nursing you are taking? Best wishes!
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I just can't quit staring at that lovely home and the couple on the steps are a success beyond words. I admire them both so much. They are at a goal they should be so proud of -- and isn't Patty a pretty lady and Don so handsome in their new "figures"! Surely worthy of the honor of the first picture, setting the tone for The Bulletin this week. I was glad for all the pictures included so we could get a view of the inside the home and of both the cabin dwellers.
I have a question about the rocking chair. In one picture it is red, and in the picture with Beaver it's brown -- or is that a different chair entirely?
Amy's great, great granddaughter. I hope they tell McKenna about that wonderful person we all learned to know and love as she lived amongst us. I used her suggestion just yesterday when Dorothy told me a remedy for too salty soup that her mom had always used, and it worked. How interesting to have Grandpa Dake's baby picture above Don's head on the one picture. A good picture of Ardis, too.
Pretty interesting to see the Wyatt Johnson family being featured for saving the planet. I found it informative to click on the link and read what had been in the paper.
OK, Miss Kitty. You finally got a turn at the keyboard, and thanks for your story about Tony. Yes, you do have him beat all to pieces, in my estimation! You don't need those big feet like snowshoes, living with Miss Jerrianne.
I can't tell you how thrilled I was to see the picture of Arg and Kathy, also Twila Jo, Jeff and Allison. Such dear, precious memories rose to the surface, and Kathy (Kathlyn) only looks sweeter as the years pass. Thank you for the interesting Update, Twila Jo. That was no small undertaking to make a trip to Alaska again. We have another great storyteller in the Johnson family.
A first day of school is always memorable. Caity is growing up, that is for sure, and Jayce isn't far behind. Looks like the Johnson farm is getting another new addition (shop with "office") which I can't even visualize, so more pictures, please.
LTD Storybrooke, you did it again (and again). Very easy to picture the whole scene the way Larry tells his stories. Octavio was quite an interesting person when Larry finally got through his exterior to his frightened, self defensive, inner feelings; we all found out the true story of this mysterious Mexican ranch hand. Who knows what stories he'd heard about these Montana Sheepherders, so no wonder he was so stricken when he thought he'd "had it" about the syrup.
Finally, Weston makes it to this world famous spot he and Sindy headed for in San Francisco. Day 1 and Part 8, and still to be continued. Well, we are with you all the way, and read with great, anxious expectations the chapters so far. What a view from the seats behind home plate! No roof to obscure it.
We are always glad for an update and greeting from across the sea! I am sure the garden center is slowly, but surely, closing down the summer season merchandise, and maybe even beginning the holiday season stocking.
We clicked on the links to the flower parade. They do go all out with their flowers and the preparation would be three-fourths of the finished product, ready to roll. We were glad for the pictures, and remembered the 2005 pictures in Bulletin #169.
One of the LTTEs noted that at a dinner table The Bulletin was mentioned. Well, there are MANY dinner tables that include that subject! It is endless how involved it is with all the families and friends and histories in its pages. Seems like most everyone knows someone who has been featured. It only gets better, too, as families increase, weddings and births are included, and the exciting Travelogues. All submitted by the integration of readers. (That was a new word to me, too.)
Jim Smith was a new name to The Bulletin I think. He, too, knew the Dakes from waaaaaaay back, growing up years. Actually, Jim Smith was in the GUESS picture last week as a little boy.
A gentle word opens an iron gate. What a very meaningful Quotation of the Day.
This Bulletin was 33 pages on my printer and every single page held our interest with such a variety of stories and pictures, beginning with the fantastic results of Don and Patty, to the kidding around Chuckles Foto-Funnies.
Thank you to the busy staff that manages to get this to us every single Saturday morning, right on time. Again, I heard it wasn't completed until the wee hours of the morning, with the editing and preparation being all week long. A lot of work we never realize, but the end result is certainly worth it to us, the subscribers.
Roy and Betty Droel
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