Memorial Day Weekend

So this happened a while ago, but it was so fun, so I had to go back and write a post about it.

Over the three day weekend, we went up to visit Kenneth’s grandparents, and it was so fun! :) We visited both sets, and it was a blast. I don’t have a picture of Kenneth’s Grandma and Grandpa, but here’s Oma and Opa-

This is Oma and Opa. Love them! :)

We went to the Union Pacific Museum. It was a lot of fun! Opa is a wiz! He knows everything to know about the museum and he showed us cool stuff that even the workers didn’t know (like how a man wrote “Gene” up on the rafters of the ceiling).

We were nearing the end of the museum when we found this picture-

This is Kenneth's Great-Grandfather. He has a picture in the Union Station Museum! Cool!

Pretty neat! I don’t know the technical terms, but he basically guarded the cash, jewels, gold, guns, etc. on the trains. Pretty legit!

We were also spoiled to death! Not that I am complaining! :) To illustrate how fun Oma and Opa are, we were coming back from the museum and they said, “It’s time for lunch. Do you guys want cheeseburgers or milkshakes?” Of course, being five-year-olds, Ken and I choose milkshakes. We went to the notorious Farr’s Ice Cream.

For those Cincinnatians (I may have just made that word up), it's comparable to Graeter's Ice Cream.

Farr’s Ice Cream is way good. Oma and Opa treated us to it three times! (See, I told you we were spoiled.)

This is when Kenneth got a gold tooth. Doesn't it look like he has one?

Look! A double cone! Cool idea, right? Yummmmmm. :)

I keep on asking Kenneth when we can go back. I’ve probably asked him 10 times already. Anyway, such a fun weekend! Thanks Oma, Opa, Grandma, & Grandpa Bond!


Ultimate Frisbee!

Kenneth is an AWESOME frisbee player. The second date that we went on when we were dating was a Frisbee golf date. It was a double date with two other friends, and it was a blast!


I am extremely bad at Frisbee. Before I met Kenneth, I had only thrown a Frisbee like 5 times total, and I probably caught it 0 times. One of the traits that I love about Kenneth is his patience and kindness. Throughout the whole date, he was encouraging me and didn’t ever make me feel silly. (I’ve been using the word “silly” a lot lately. It reminds me of my mother . . . which isn’t a bad thing.) We were playing teams, so it was Kenneth and I vs. our two friends. Let’s just say that Kenneth carried our team.


So we were having a blast playing Frisbee, but then Kenneth ended the date to go on another date. Don’t worry; I tease him enough about this.


Anyway, this past week Kenneth had his ultimate Frisbee tournament game. His team did pretty well this past season, so they were bumped to the higher division. Kenneth tried to appeal it, but he was a few hours late, so they said “No way, Jose”. I say, “Sir, that’s not cool”.


If they hadn’t been put in the higher division, they would’ve been intramural champs, and they would have gotten the coveted T-shirt. Anyway, here are some pictures from the game (It was still a good game.):


Kenneth throwing the Frisbee. (Look at the pretty colors in the background! Isn't this a good picture?)

The other team got up in everyone's face. Good strategy, but I was getting annoyed just sitting on the sidelines.

That's my husband. Isn't he cute?

Action-shot. Sorry it's blurry.

Valiant effort Pickles and Stenson. (You do not want to know what they’re named after. Boys are so weird.) They lost for this season, but hopefully they will be able to redeem themselves Summer term.

The Cellar

One time husband and I were gardening in “our” backyard (technically it’s not ours . . . we’re renting).  We were weeding and such, when we noticed a wooden box thing. We had been living at our duplex for about three or four months before we realized that there was a wooden box in our yard. Kind of pathetic, I know. Anyway, we dared each other to pick it up, and after a minute or so of debating who should have to lift the lid, Kenneth lifted the lid. :)


When Kenneth lifted the lid, we realized that it was the opening to a cellar. The house we live in was made in the ‘40’s, which was before refrigerators were invented, or at least before fridges were widely used. I guess people used to use the cellar as an ice box. People would buy ice, put it in the cellar, and store all of their perishables down there. Pretty cool.


Now it is a dark, scary spider home. I do not like spiders . . . at all. I’m a huge baby when it comes to killing spiders. Thankfully, my husband kills them for me. To take this picture, I had a second or two of freak-out, but then I sucked it up and lifted the lid. (The sacrifices I make for this blog are unreal.) I’m sure my freak-out was a sight to see. My poor neighbors.


I waited until night to take this picture to make it look more scary. Did it work?