I love my new house!!!

Hey, K+S... a few days before you move into your new digs. I am so excited for you, and I can't wait to arrange furniture. I think the Lord gave you a killer house, that you can play with, grow into, build on, and enjoy! I'm so so sooooo happy for you. See you Saturday.
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Hello Hogans, I hope all is well with you. The interviews have been coming along swimmingly. There is just one more with Psychiatrist Brinks (gulp). Dad says he can 'read people' really well. I am already nervous that I will reveal something stupid by saying nothing at all. What questions do you think he will ask us? 1$ to the best reply.

(They aren't going to let THIS guy go, are they??!!)

I'm blogging, I'm blogging...

Here is my first picture

Mom's test

But how do you do pictures?

I'm trying this thing out...

Yikes! I'm blogging! What a metrotechnilogicalgeek I am. I don't know how to add a picture like the rest of you. Actually, I don't have a picture either. I'll learn that one another time. I'm just hoping to remember how to find this blog again on another day.

I'm so sorry you're ill, Sara. I'm praying for you and also that Keith won't damage you any further.

I hope to see all of you GR kids on Sunday. It's been a long time! I love you all. Mom

So. Sara is not feeling well. Her throat is swollen and sore and she is getting a cold.
This is bad news for her in more ways than you might think. It not only means she is feeling out of sorts and still has to work, It also means that I have to take care of her.
As a good husband I take this job seriously. Unfortunately I suck at it.
I have had to take care of a sick Sara twice before. The first time I managed to lock us out of our house when she was in her pajamas and was not wearing any shoes. The second time I thought I was being thoughtful and got her a large gatorade but as she took the first big gulp, I stepped on the gas and basically poured half of it down her shirt.
Last night I made a fine dinner of black charred brats and threw mustard at her.
Frankly, I am surprised she doesn't just go to her parents house at the first sign of illness.
Pray for her to get better soon and for safety from her loving husband.

My new job

Hey y'all. I had a fun day at work yesterday and I thought I would tell you about it.
Some people in NY are producing a show for Travelocity TV that is titled something like "The charm of Europe in America". So they called us looking for footage of dutch stuff. On Sunday Doug, Kristen and I went to the Dutch Village for their Queens Day celebration and yesterday John, Doug, Kristen and I went to Windmill Island.

John wanted a shot were the windmill in the background came into the frame. Normally we would do this by mounting the camera to a track but our track is only about 10 feet long. So we loaded the camera on top of the suburban and drove back and forth in the parking lot. Being the smallest and most nimble of the crew I was chosen to kneel on top of the suburban as John directed from the drivers seat. He had a monitor next to him so he could see what the camera saw. I could not hear anything John was saying so Doug stuck half his body out the side window and relayed what John was saying.

What John doesn't know is that earlier I had stepped in goose poop and did not know it until I tracked it over the roof of his car.