Are you right handed?

Hello, Hello!

Long time no blog. Well, it's been kind of busy lately and I've been needing as much sleep as I can get - must be old age creeping in...

Anyhoo - I have to blog about a recent observation. A few weeks ago, I somehow injured my left wrist. Don't know how, but there was just a dull and sometimes sharp pain. It was not severe but a bit of a nuisance. I thought I had a very logical argument "I'm right-handed, how could I have injured my left hand? This will be pretty easy, I'll just leave my left hand alone and do everything with my right" HAHA Here is my challenge to all of you - try to not use your left hand for one day if you're right handed and vice versa.

If you can do it with ease - two thumbs up. For me, it was really difficult! I immediately realized that I use my left hand... A LOT. I will never second guess my left hand 'handiness' (Don't worry if you forgot to laugh on that one)

Minnesota's Cherry Blossoms

Anne and I vividly remember how gorgeous the cherry blossoms in Japan were and were really jealous that nothing like it exists in Minnesota. Then fall came and we were reminded how beautiful a fall in the states can be. They may not be cherry blossoms but they are not without their own beauty.

Another Birthday

On Oct 26th Anne and I went to St. Cloud to celebrate my father's birthday. My mother wanted to do a surprise birthday party and invited a bunch of his friends and family. Looking at the picture my mother is on the left and my father is on the right (the man in the middle is my dad's childhood friend). Anne, enjoys baking almost as much as my family and I like eating her baked goodies (which is a lot, in case that statement was ambiguous). She decided to make a burger cake, because his last name is Berger, and also cookies that looked like severed fingers (my father has a history of pretending to sever a finger on April Fools Day). After arriving we discovered that my mother had picked up a burger cake at a bakery. So basically Anne's cake and the store bought cake were right next to each other which inevitably resulted in comparisons, mostly from young children. Since Anne and I don't have and usually don't spend much time around children we forgot how brutally honest and socially unaware their comments/actions tend to be. Fortunately for Anne everyone thought her cake was much better to the point where the store bought cake wasn't even cut to serve. Sorry store baker.