Birthday Party

We had a Halloween Birthday party at Helle's parents house. Many thanks to them.

Danielle about to hit the pinata.



CANDY!!!!



Mr. Twig



Anne was possessed here.



Jo, Marijke, and Angel



Hah! Got you Marijke!



Sexy Keld and his pink hair.



Steffen and Morten. (Rest in Peace Morten.)

Fun at Bilka

Silly Moose

Adios Chewbaca

I forgot to tell you guys that I finally got myself a haircut TODAY.

ADIOS Chewbaca...



Hello new me!

A Child's Joy

She knows she's in Paris, France... visited the Eiffel Tower and the Notre Dame.  And even though she's standing in front of the Sacre-Coeur, her only joy at that moment is the ice cream she's eating.

Oh sweet tasting ice cream.

Early '70's...

Apparently sometime in the early 70's I did see snow.

Best Vacation ever!

It was nearing the kids summer vacation and we were trying to decide where to go.  Of course our destination state was going to be Florida. 

Since we had already spent two weeks in Orlando, and the prior year after that, Dee and I went on a two week trip with my parents, visiting Tampa Bay, Clearwater, Boca Raton, Fort Lauderdale and Miami... I wanted to do something a little different and more challenging. 

With a little organized planning and making a few phones calls, the kids and I were set and ready to drive to Islamorada, Floriday Keys.  The hotel was booked and we had three days to get there. 

June finally came.  School was over.  The truck was giving a clean bill of health.  The bags packed.  With my trusty printed map, Christian nominated as my "co-pilot", and everyone buckled in, we set out for our trip.

We took I-10 all the way.  The kids got a kick over the fact that we were driving over the Atchafalaya swamp.  The bridge is about 7 miles.  Once we hit Mobile, Alabama, taking the bridge over the bay and just taking in the beauty of the water... we new Florida's border was there.

It took us two days in a half to get to Islamorada. 

Two weeks was not enough to absorb every corner of the Keys, but we tried our best and took in as much as we could.

I will never forget that time in my life, alone on the road with my kids.  The whole experience was a changing point in my life. 

Florida's beauty will always hold a warm place in my heart and soul. 

On our way to Key West.  We stopped to see the ocean and hoping to catch a glimpse of the ocean's wild life.

I am posing for Christian.  Key West.

Glass bottom boat ride.  We saw many schools of spotted sting-rays and an amazing coral reef.  Dee had tons of fun.

Islamorada Island. 

Old Friends

Organizing my photos, I came across these.

Shoegirl and I were best friends in elementary school.  She had poise, while I was the goofy one.

Why am I wearing those goofy socks?  Why!!!!!!!!!

Gerber baby

This is my Gerber baby...

and he never forgets to call me here in Denmark, even before he goes to school, to see how I am doing.

C H E E T A H!

Bastian

Good morning to all!  It's a cold rainy Tuesday morning.  Danielle is staying home one more day.  She's been sick since yesterday... and  I am sure she got sick from our Saturday night snow fight.  I think I may have bombarded her with one too many snow balls.  Doesn't help that I shoved some snow down her shirt too.  Sorry Dee! 

Anyway, I had the hardest time sleeping last night.  Normally I'm dreaming of an apocalyptic world taken over by flesh-eating zombies and there's only one person who can save us all... me... T H E    M O O S E... but last night, DENNY'S restaurant kept creeping in. 

I WANT THE GRAND SLAM!!!! 

Mmmmmmm... Two buttermilk pancakes, two eggs done the way you like them, two sausages, and two slices of bacon.  Then top it off with a Cup of Joe and all the refills I want.  (SIGH!)

I am sure once I do go back to visit family in the U.S. all these restaurants that I once loved will taste icky... with all the nasty fat... bad greasy foods.  At least I'm hoping it will. 

Okay.  Now to tell you about one more thing that I LOVE about Denmark.  His name is Bastian.  He's a West Highland White Terrier. 

The first time we saw Bastian, last month, was when he was outside in his yard.  It was the first time we were invited to hang out with Morten.  As Kingkeld, Dee and I were walking up to his house, we noticed a cute little white pooch staring at us.  As we were approaching, we noticed that he slowly walked out of view.  We came around the bush he walked behind and he had this expression that seemed to say to us, "I hope they don't see me."  It was too cute.  Yes, he was a little shy.  Once inside the house and socializing with Morten, he started to warm up.

I must admit, he is the sweetest little guy I have ever met.  I still want to steal him away and bring him home with us.  Though I know Morten will not be happy since Bastian is his best friend.

Note to Bastian:  See Bastian, there was no need for you to send me THAT email this morning.  Ozzie the cat made me do it. 

Parents of The Moose

1969

My dad had the coolest hair.

Dad, Mooselete, and Mom

I miss my dad.