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Sunday was Jessica's birthday, though few people actually knew that. LaelAnn and Christina found out though, and made a special effort to throw a nice surprise party for her. Lael baked a delicious cherry cheesecake from an old German recipe which used metric measurements. She had to convert these to U.S. measurements in order to get the ingredients right, which was a challenge. The cheesecake was very tasty, so she must have done the job right. The German recipe was worth the trouble.  Quite a few people showed up and helped celebrate. Lael and Christina even brought tablecloths, decorations, a pretty punch bowl, and china cups to make the party more festive than the usual Sunday night gathering. They obviously put a lot of thought into making this a special event. Thank you both for all your time and efforts. Penny is quickly growing up and is already stealing attention away from the party as you can see here. Even Caleb couldn't resist having a chance to hold her all by himself.  Unfortunately, by the time Caleb got his turn, Penny was more interested in finding mommy and a warm, cozy crib, so she wasn't quite the little charmer she was earlier. Nevertheless, this important bonding time was established.  Jessica opened some nice presents while others eagerly stood around waiting to see what she got. I don't remember who owns the hand that was hovering over the table on the left. It looks ready to pounce on whatever comes out of the box. Typical of most Sunday night parties, half the people stand around and talk, half of us eat, and the other half (oops too many halves) finds a good group game to challenge the mind and wits.  Several of us played a rousing game of Speed Scrabble. For those of you who haven't heard of this, the game is played like regular Scrabble except that each person works on his or her own set of words. Everyone starts with 5 squares and tries to form words (two letters or more). When anyone uses up their squares, "draw two" is called and everyone draws two more squares from the pool in the middle. As soon as someone finds a place for all 7, they announce "draw two" and the game continues in like fashion until all pieces have been used and the first person to finish using up every square in their collection calls out "I'm done", which signals the end of the round. Everyone counts up the score on all their squares and that becomes their score for the first round. After a few rounds, the scores are tabulated and the person with the highest score wins. We weren't really keeping score too carefully, so I can't say who actually won (hint: her initials are HH). Mostly we just enjoyed the fun of the game. The party didn't last too late, as most of us needed to get home, but everything turned out to be a success. I even remembered my camera and managed to get a few pictures, which will go into the "Sunday night album". This has become quite a history of all the folks down through the years who have joined us for evenings of fun, food, and fellowship. Tags: birthdays
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On Sunday my dad turned 70 years old. Auntie Shari hosted a big surprise birthday party for him at her home down on the beach. It was a big success. Many friends, old and new, were there to help celebrate and feast on food and cake. My dad survived admirably for more than 30 minutes wearing this hat which says, "I can't believe I'm 70". I admit, I can't believe it either.

After a lot of fellowship and some funny stories, Randy came out with a song he had just written and played for us on his guitar. I wish I had the words. I will try and get them and post them here, so check back later. The gist of it was "I can't feel at home too far from the brush" and one of the funny lines talked about his castle behind the woodpile. The song really made everyone laugh and smile.

Update March 2, 2007: Here are the words to the song Randy wrote and sang for Dad. This is sung to the tune of This World is Not My Home.
Well, Hoodsport is his home, He ain't just passin' through. It's where he chose to live And raise a family too. Big cities aren't for him With all their noise and rush. He would never feel at home Livin' too far from the brush!
Chorus Yes, I know, it's country life for me Well I'm livin' out of town There's no place I'd rather be. Oh I dearly love my home Even though it ain't too plush, Cuz' I can't feel at home Livin' too far from the brush!
Now Frank, he has his castle Behind a pile of wood. It's a cozy warm abode, It suits his life real good. He doesn't want to move Where there's traffic jams and such, He could never feel at home Livin' too far from the brush!
Now Frank, he has his hobbies It's plain, there ain't no doubt. When he ain't diggin' bottles He's tryin' to catch a trout. And Frank, he's full of secrets Hidden fishin' holes and such. He could never feel at home Livin' too far from the brush!
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