Now that chemo is behind me and radiation has proven to be pretty easy, it's nice to realize that we ware actually getting back to a normal life. Friday we were at a party at Emily's school. It didn't end until 11:00 so I left early and put Anna to bed. I guess radiation has taken a toll on my energy, because when Mathilde and Emily got home at 9:45 I was conked out on the bed next to Anna.
Because we planned to have brunch guests on Sunday, Mathilde and the girls made me a Father's Day breakfast on Saturday. They woke me up with coffee and a raspberry smoothie. The four of us sat in bed and drank smoothies while Emily talked about how Mathilde was "SO embarrassing" at the party. I guess Mathilde made the mistake of grabbing Emily and her friends and dragging them out onto the dance floor. Although I really don't like that Emily is growing up so fast, I am happy that she is entering the age where we can do stuff to embarrass her. The ultimate parental weapon :-)
I had kind of figured that since it was Father's day I would be able to just hang out and do nothing for a while, but Mathilde had other plans. A few days earlier, Mathilde had discovered the joys of online auctions. With her first many bids, she immediately got outbid. After a while, I think she had given up hope of actually winning anything and was just bidding on stuff for the malicious satisfaction of making some sorry sucker pay more.
That's at least how it was Tuesday evening when I headed out to pick up Emily from a friend's house. When I came home 15 minutes later Mathilde met me at the door saying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry". She had stumbled across a faux sandstone fountain that was up for auction and decided to make some fool pay a bit more... well, to make a long story short, we spent Saturday morning picking up our new faux sandstone, plastic fountain. (Actually we just drove to the warehouse, looked at at, and said we didn't want it after all - Mathilde claimed she didn't know "epoxy" meant plastic).
Saturday evening we had dinner at Pernille & Benjamin's house and the girls got to see baby Sarah again. They actually got a double dose of babies this weekend, because Luke and his family came by for brunch yesterday. For Emily and Anna that was about the best thing in the world. They both adore Luke's teenage sons and now, he has a 9 month old daughter they can play with too. His daughter was extremely cute, and his sons were a complete riot. Those two have the ability of making any old game ten times the fun - I spent half the day in stitches laughing at the crazy stuff they did.
By the end of the day we were all exhausted, and Emily and Anna hit their pillows like rocks last night.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Busy weekend
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Sounds like a great weekend! "I didn't know epoxy meant plastic", good one Mathilde.
The auction thing reminded me of a fundraiser we went to for Aiden's school a few months ago. Aiden's class had all worked together on a beautiful quilt that was up for auction (live auction by the way).
After a few minutes the bidding started to slow down at $500, I thought to myself, "hmm, that is way too low for all the time the class put into it", so I bid $550. Then, someone else bid $575, so I bid $600...
This went on and on and it was up to $700 before Lauren realized I was one of the yahoos bidding and she looked at me with a look on her face that said, "we are screwed".
Of course, I kept bidding.
It was now me, and two other families in Aiden's class. With quite a bit of suspense the price crept up to $1000 when Lauren started to pulling on my arm with a look that said "we are f#cked".
Of course, I kept bidding.
The way I saw it, Aiden's teacher Lynn put SO much time into this, and it really was a nice quilt and hell we were at a FUNDRAISER.
The next thing I knew I had raised my glass for a bid of$1200 and looked down at Lauren with a smirk on my face and noticed that her expression had morphed from one of "we are f#cked" to the more worrisome look of "YOU are SO f#cked"...
Of course, I put my glass down.
Obviously, now was time to stop bidding. I mean really, what the hell am I going to do with a $1200 quilt? I am obviously never going to let anyone sleep on it...
As I anxiously scanned the room I could barely hear the auctioneer say:
"$1200 to the tall guy with the hat...
going once...
...
going twice...
..."
And then, (thank god) I was saved the mother of Aiden's friend Joe (who obviously couldn't see the look on her husbands face as she raised my bid to $1250".
That was the night that I learned my lesson to NEVER bid on anything in a live auction unless I am within pinching distance of my wife.
We all had a great time! What a bunch of lovely girls you have, Kevin, what a house, and what a bunch of energy you had! Impressive.
I'm still dragging my ass.
We should have asked for a doggy bag of pancakes - those tasted so goood.:)
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