Yesterday I started the day by calling Tracey at work and singing happy birthday to her over the phone. Mandy came over later in the day and surprised Tracey with some delicious cupcakes. Jessie, Mandy and I sang happy birthday and went out to a new restaurant in Pestigo. We had a great time and some good food.
After getting home we visited for awhile and somehow the subject of our heritage came up. We had a good laugh when Mandy said she thought she was indian! Grandma supposedly told her this a long time ago for a report she did for school. We called grandma and she laughed with us and confirmed there is no indian blood in our family. I have a hard time remembering my heritage for some reason. Mom was German and Norwegian and Dad was French, Irish, Scottish, and English. Or as I like to say American. Generations to come will truly be a heinz 57 or just good old American.
I have spent a good part of the last couple of days dreaming and planning a bike trip to Virginia for the nascar race. Virginia is for lovers:). I think planning trips for the warm months on these cold and rainy blahh days is a great way to dream and get through the day. We may even stop to watch Tiger Woods smack some balls around at the Wahcovia Championship in Charlotte.
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Sounds fun!
Mom calls me every year on my b-day and sings on my answering machine. It means the world to me. I told Michelle and Mary one day recently, "I would really hate to some day not hear Mom's voice singing Happy B-Day on my birthday, you know?" Each said, "Mom does not call me and sing on my birthday." YIKES. I felt bad until Michelle said that she probably did it once on a whim and when I acted so thrilled about it, she probably kept it up, just because she knew how much I loved it. Mom always did make birthdays special. I'm so glad to hear you have continued the tradition by singing to your lovely wife. Sweet.
Okay, and one more thing. You're so right about that heritage thing, so I decided to take the first initials of each of our anscestral homelands and blend them into our new nationality, for those times we want to sound exotic or european:
Fiesgn. We'll say we're Fiesgnish.
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