When I look at my “Footprints” I keep seeing what seems like someone from Ukraine googles something that connects them to my guestbook. Is it the same person? Or is there something in my guestbook that just happens to be hot in the former Soviet Union. Is there a way to find out what the search terms are for these google references?

This morning I put my underwear on backwards.

I heard a good Minnesota joke yesteday. But you might have to be from here to get it.
Many of our towns and lakes have Indian names, like Wayzata (why-zetta) Minnihaha, Winnibigoshish, Pokekegema and Shakopee (Shock-o-pee).

Shakopee is an old Indian word for “electric fence.”

Busy weekend ahead. I’m deserting my family for Father’s day. Quinn and Rebecca are going up to Duluth to watch Quinn’s BF and bf, Andrew and Chase, run Grandma’s Marathon. I’m headed south to my 35th, that’s right, I’m a fossil, college reunion.

This entry was private because I was going to write more, but the time has passed.

At Quinn’s graduation party, an all night affair at the Blaine Sports Center, I was dealing blackjack. I found it difficult to ad up the numbers. I can do fairly complicated math in my head. But I was having problems with 7+5. I had a group of young girls at my table for about an hour. They kept calling me Bob. Some of them I knew from youth soccer and I thought they knew me through Quinn. I was flattered. Later Quinn was at my table and I mentioned that to her. She rolled her eyes and pointed at my name tag.

I keep forgetting my password at work. Drawing a complete blank. I type it twenty times a day. And every time I have to hesitate.

I left the gas grill on to burn off the crap after I made some ribs this weekend. I never went back out and turned it off. Used up a full tank of propane.

I keep mixing up the names of my daughter’s boyfriends, calling Andrew Patrick and Patrick Andrew. My father used to call me Bill all the time. That’s my brother’s name.

Quinn, my youngest daughter, graduates from High School tonight. She’s off to the U of M Twin Cities in the fall. It’s hard for me to imagine what it’s like going to such a huge school, I went to a college smaller than my high school. She’s going to be one of 5200 or so freshmen, over 2500 applied! I’m sure she will be in the top 1% of coolness. We are going to be empty nesters!

Sadly, one of her friend’s mother died this weekend after a long and courageous battle with breast cancer. That “courageous” thing sounds like a cliche, but in this woman’s case it’s real. I saw her in the grocery store a couple of months ago. She was so upbeat and positive. They are a very religious family, faith has it’s benefits. I didn’t know this couple very well, they were soccer team mates so we spent time on the sidelines and at practices and meetings. You don’t meet nicer folks. I’m so sad for them.

We are in an intractable war, where we are spending huge amounts of money and losing lives daily. The war is getting worse by the day and there is no strategy to get out. We are facing a looming ecological disaster, a possible deadly flu pandemic, inevitable fuel shortages and a precipitous decline in our world status.

And what is the United States Senate doing for the next three or four days? Debating a constitutional amendment to prevent gay people from getting married. One that, even if it were a good idea, has absolutely no chance of going anywhere.

Well any catfish recipe contributions would have gone for naught. We took the horse collar in the fishing department. But we did get to do some infield outboard motor repair. Actually it wasn’t so much a repair job as a transfer the gas from the tank that didn’t work to the one that did job. When you throw in the extra challenge of not spilling too much gas on the inside of the pontoon boat, it became a test of our problem solving abilities as well as a physical workout. With one of us perched on the top of the motor and the other leaning over the back helping tip the full gas can. There were other adventures but I’m sworn to secrecy.