Holiday Attacks

Peter had the Halloween attack. It was bad. Lots of tears, a bath, a fresh costume, and he was on his way.

Luke had a Thanksgiving attack. It was worse. No tears, but there was a trail--and a bath.

It seems fair and likely that the next attack will happen at Mike and Beth's house at Christmas dinner by a member of the Ben Trojahn family. Here's hoping that its a kid! (By the way, seems like we're having Christmas at your house, Mike and Beth.)

Grandma Trojahn's Frozen Custard

Grandma Trojahn's Frozen Custard

3 cups sugar
1 1/2 tsp salt
6 cups whole milk
18 egg yolks
3 tablespoons real vanilla
12 cups heavy cream

Yield 6 quarts.

In a bowl, beat and mix together the egg yolks and sugar until thick. Pour the milk into the mixture of egg yolks and sugar whilst stirring. Pour the mixture into a large sauce pan and heat gently, stirring until the custard thickens (about 180 degrees). Do not boil or the milk is likely to curdle. The custard will form a film over the back of your spoon when its ready. Remove the saucepan from the heat. Leave to cool. When the custard base is cool, stir in the cream. Refrigerate overnight. Transfer the whole mixture into an ice cream maker and freeze according to the manufacturer's instructions.

Reunion Shirt Update

I just can't seem to let thinks go and stop tweaking the design for the reunion shirts. Will stop only when the printer is doing the shirts. There is the latest design. This shows the how one family's gray shirt would look with red ink.

Color Selections:

Mike's family: Grey with ink colors for each family

Gerry: Karen say's she looks best in "Goldenrod". Black ink

Karen: Lime Green, Black ink

Bill: Still sticking with the Old Navy 4th of July Shirt in blue.

We still plan on having the numbers on the kids back that will be their age. Adults can have that too, if they want. Karen Flaugher doesn't want!

We were going to have their names but were advised against that for safety reasons.

I plan on turning this over to the Tee Shirt guy next week.
Be sure to check back for latest revisions!

Here are the shirt sizes for the Auburn chain...
Dave: size XL, number 36
Debbie: size L, number 34
Katie: size M, number 16
Jake: size Youth M, number 13
Luke: size 4T, number 2
Ryan: size 3months, number 0

Best baby gift EVER!!

Debbie's aunt Trish was over today to see the new baby. (Aunt Trish is Debbie's weirdo dad's sister.) So Trish brought over some "normal" baby gifts, like daipers, a sleeper some wipes but also a box of goofy crap. Most of which looked like the garage sale left overs.



There was a Genius Book of World Records, circa 1978(ooh boy! I've been looking for one of those for 15 years)



A stuffed Moose holding a basket.....very stylish



A Baby food jar of Pot-pourri,,,it holds about a tablespoon, enough the make your mailbox smell like a garden meadow.



There's was a bunch if other worthless crap but we left the best for last......



Yes last right!!!! Our very own cassette tape of

"FARTING CONTEST ++Christmas Music: November 1985"

Reunion Shirts

This is some proposed art work by Katie and Mike, for the Hot Springs reunion. We can get shirts for no more then $8 each. Max of three colors inks. The more shirts ordered, the lower the price. I have ordered many shirts from this supplier and he always gives a great price in the end. I'll just have to twist his arm more.

Mike's family is leaning toward gray with red and black ink. Bill's family at this time, are going with Old Navy July 4th navy blue shirts. Karen wants orange for her family.

Karen Flaugher has suggested that the kids (and maybe adults) have their name somewhere on the shirt. She thought that having kids ages as a number on the back would help those memory challenged.

Should you wish shirts, let me know sizes you will want. They also had the onesies for infants.

Ryan Levi Trojahn

Ryan Levi Trojahn.

May 20, 2009 8 pounds 1 ounce 21 inches long.
woo hoo the baby is here!!!!!!
he's so little. Luke likes him a lot.
Everyone's finally home.
Ryan sleeps a lot, poops a lot, and cries little.
He's a good baby...so far.

Do I even want to know why?

I haven't downloaded pictures off the camera in forever. When I finally got around to it this week, I ended up with almost two years worth of pictures. Right in the middle of that huge download was a series of pictures of Sam. I have no idea when this was and I'm sure I wasn't around or I would have put a stop to the 'carrots up the nose' thing way before the camera was taken out. Sam's always good for a laugh.

Suzi's Digs

I was downloading some photos off the camera this morning and found these pictures of Suzi's hospital room the day they admitted her. We called her room the 'ghetto room'. I don't know who Suzi ticked off, but someone was obviously out to get her when they gave her this room.

The clock was broken. It was perpetually 10:45 all day long. At least the clock was right twice a day.Her TV had over sixty channels. Unfortunately, all the channels were showing static. If you squint your eyes and turn your head over to the left, you can just make out the a vague outline of a talking head. Too bad that talking head was speaking Spanish. Luckily for Suzi, she had an excellent view out her window to make up for the lack of entertainment.Fantastic view! And even better than the view was the fact that the large ventilation fan outside the window made a loud whooshing sound all day and all night. Babies love white noise. The room even came with a frig. It worked but it was sadly stocked only with a case of diet Coke.


Caffeine free diet Coke, at that. Oh! the horror! That didn't stop me from drinking a few of them for her though.
And here is Suzi looking relatively relaxed considering the sorry state of her quarters. What is that on your shirt? I think it looks like Taco Bueno. In a couple of days Suzi was upgraded to a much better room. Unfortunately, the babies decided to make an early appearance right after Suzi moved into her upgraded digs. I think they missed the white noise from that mammoth vent on the roof.

More of the same ol' same ol'

Let me just say that I was never meant to be the mother of seven. Not even for a couple of days. I've got Suzi's kids here for a while. Everyone is happy and doing well. Doing well = very noisy. I was very glad to see bedtime come last night. Luckily, we didn't have to threaten beatings to get the boys to settle down. Dotty is very sweet and a complete and total busybody. This morning she took off her blanket sleeper then took off a poopy diaper and ran around like a crazy person upstairs with poop butt until the boys all started shrieking and told me what was going on up there. Nice. She wanted me to carry her down the stairs. No way, Jose. Walk it, sweetheart, cause I'm not going to get your nasty backside all over me. So Dotty got a bath this morning.

Evan and David are out working on an Eagle Scout project for one of the boys in David's troop.

I'm still trying to dream up a way to get a laundromat in my house. It's on my dream house list.

Dream house:

1. A basement - preferrably a walkout basement
2. A mudroom with lockers for each kid
   
3. A laundromat - at least 2 washers and dryers
4. A laundry chute to feed dirty clothes into my laundromat
   
5. A garage big enough to park a Suburban
6. Mature Trees
7. A nice sized yard
8. A screened in porch
9. Radiant heated floors in the bathroom
10. Tankless endless hot water
11. Whole house vacuum.
    
12. a media room in a remote part of the house for Evan's stereo
13. Real window casings around double hung windows.
    

I'm sure there's other stuff I'm forgetting.

Where's Waldo?

Or more interestingly.... where are Ben and Dave? I expected to see a post from them shortly. I've heard the seats in the Barracuda (which is also my best song on Guitar Hero) leave something to be desired. Dave compared the vinyl on the seats to duct tape. Nice. They couldn't find the Sequoias and said they were going to the Grand Canyon from Albuquerque...which if you look at a map is about 700 miles wrong. I'm sure they'll clarify at some point.

I'm slaving away at the VA medical center here in Dallas. Patients faint while waiting in the lines at the pharmacy. I think there were 5 or 6 people that passed out last week. It's pretty sad. They're remodeling some of the pharmacy windows (making them bullet proof) so the lines are terrible. Two more weeks at the VA and then 5 weeks in the ICU at Parkland (where JFK was taken when he was shot). After that (middle of March to mid April) I have five weeks in the health clinic at the Dallas County Jail. Then I am done done done done done. Graduation is May 16th at Creighton in Omaha. Be there or be square.

We're going to San Antonio the first weekend in April for the national pharmacists' convention. Party like a pharmacist. Actually, I'm taking a preparation class for the pharmacy licensing exam. Evan will be worshiping at the shrine of the Alamo and checking out high end audio stores.

Evan's working at St Jude's Medical in the 'advanced neuromodulation' division. Kids are doing well. David has his first follow-up appointment with the endocrinologist in a couple of weeks. We should see if the growth hormone is working.

Suzi's excitement has been keeping us on our toes. I made Jeff and the kids some lasagna and some chicken enchiladas tonight. I just need to get them over to their house. We all hope she can keep those babies in there cooking for at least another three weeks. Six weeks would be even better. So far, so good. Not good enough for her doctors to let her out of the hospital, but still doing well. Noki tried to eat Evan's mother when she unlocked Suzi's front door on Friday. If you didn't know, Noki hates little old ladies. They are evil and scary and he must protect us from them. Stupid dog. He quit growling when she scolded him and told him he was a bad dog.

I've taken the leopard gecko, Lego, to the vet twice in the last 10 days. I have to give him eye drops twice a day and an injection of antibiotics every three days for three weeks. After stabbing David and his lizard every day, I'm pretty skilled in the injection department. Did you know geckos can scream?

I'm supposed to be teaching Relief Society tomorrow, so I better get cracking on my lesson.

M