Mele Kalikimaka!

Hello all, hope you're doing well. We're good, warmer than we should be, but good. Our interal thermostats keep telling us that we should be cold, but it's 80, and we're not. We're not rubbing it in, just giving you some insight into our thermoregulatory oxymoronic existence.

Our next child is doing well. Dawn has experienced a battery of "hey how you doing in there" tests. The little fella/gal responds generally with a raised middle phalanx, signifying all's well. We've subjected the newbie to enough ultrasonic photography that we nearly know what the little lady/dude looks like. However, we must wait until nature determines that yes indeed it's time for me to come of the womb and rest firmly on my mommy's chest.

Big D, JJ and I went to the Sheraton Hawaii Bowl, and wow, was it a waste of money (go ahead Matt laugh). We wasted some good coin to sit in the nose bleed section and watch Hawaii play like a 'pop warner' team. ND was mildly impressive. Not nearly as impressive as their 200 fans. Yeah, I know, I sat there the whole game thinking that if it was Iowa on that side of the field there'd be 25,000 screaming Iowegians. None the less, all respect goes to ND, the fine program that it is (minus any good fan base, good players, good coaching, nor record). Yes, MR, I'm speaking to you, you traitor. (BTW, UNI lost to the Spiders, WTHeck?)

Xmas was good. Sandy Claws found us, and 'holy crap' did it/he/she really spoil our daughter. (p.s., I have to be careful as my 3 year old daughter now has a computer of her own and may be simulataneously blogging / surfing and understand what I saying about her). We did, of course, have to go the beach on Christmas day. It was nice, a little rough, but considering that it wasn't -10 and snowing, we're all good.

We were given one little special island surprise, an electricity blackout. We spent the better part of a half of a day without juice. No friggin bowl games. So, being in Hawaii, we did as the Kama'aina (locals); we went to the beach. JJ had a ball, Dawn enjoyed the sun, and my mental health was preserved by not being able to watch a BigTen team get slaughtered (Wisconsin).

Speaking of 'sconsin' and stuff that takes up space, Ms. Ellen Schimmels (Psychiatric smart girl, and party girl) is coming to see us. We're exited, and yes (Ellen if you're reading this; we're good) spent a $100 on booze. We'll have a great time and implant as many grains of sand into Ellen's property as possible through regularly scheduled trips to the near water space commonly referred to the "BEACH". Hope the weather's good where u'r @. Take care,

D, E, and JJ.