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pancakes and nannies: a random post

-happy pancake day.  or shrove tuesday.  or, as it is known in these parts, fausnacht day.  in this german version of the old tradition, you empty your pantry of flour and sugar by making doughnuts and eat them readily before lent begins.  here in the milinovich house, we'll be eating pancakes for dinner, as look ahead toward our time of fasting and penitence in lent.  i love lent, and look forward to this time of spiritual challenge and renewal.  but first: pancakes.  yum. 



-we had a very blessed weekend, as we were visited by some dear friends from new jersey.  we just basically hung out and played games and took a walk and went to a dinner at church, but we spelled the weekend out in laughter and love.  this has got to be the good life. 

-having said what i said about lent earlier, i seriously can't believe  it is here already.  i just finished putting away the christmas decorations (not really, but that's what it feels like!).  how is it time for ash wednesday already?  i can't even comprehend how the calendar keeps turning with such relentless fervor.  but it does.  and we must keep up.  or be squashed by the weight of the turned and crossed-off pages. 

-we had president's day off yesterday, so shannon and i worked on some "family documentation," which is to say that i spent part of the day scrapbooking.  yes, scrapbooking.   then, i decided to do something much more macho and watch a movie with my kids.  so we watched nanny mcphee.  i am man!  hear me chuckle at the antics of emma thompson as the ornery yet effective nanny. 



-oh yeah, the best news of all. baseball has arrived. sort of . pitchers and catchers have reported to spring training. others will soon follow. i can just about hear the sound of leather and the wood all the way up here. my anticipation is, as usual, untamed and (probably a little) unhealthy. 

-seriously, though, there's nothing better than spending the day with the fam.  makes me wish i was retired while my kids were at home, and then could work once they were out of the house.  wouldn't that make sense?  i'm thinking of presenting this to my ad council at church.  any bets on how that'll go? 

Comments

Happy said…
:) So funny, greg.

I'm so glad it's Lent, for all the right reasons and for all the wrong ones as well.

Because if loving me a fish fry is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

Well, I think you should man up and show us your scrapbooking page.
greg. said…
oh my, i'm right there with you on a fish fry. i'm thinking of giving up "not eating fried fish every day" for lent. yum.

as for that scrapbooking page, i'm afraid it would disappointing and anticlimatic. still, i may be convinced....

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