Nate's naughty Indian

At work, Nate has a couple Indians under his wing. They are outsourced "offshore partner" employees. One of them called at bloody 3:30 in the morning today to get an access code or some such thing from Nate that he needed before a deadline. The guy (Cuchichakee? Chelaka?) was apologetic and this hasn't happened before, thank goodness. When the phone rings overnight your heart stops in anticipation of finding out which friend or family member just died. Eesh, the hazards of working with people on the other side of the planet.

It's a good thing Nate & I had a restful getaway this past weekend to Grand Casino Mille Lacs while Nana & Papa babysat. We're not big gamblers (well, me - not at all, and Nate's a wanna-be dabbler) but we got a good deal in a silent auction on an overnite stay + 2 buffet coupons (score!) at our church gala in April. On the way up, we stopped at Mille Lacs Kathio State Park and hiked a bit. We climbed the 100 ft "observation/fire tower" which turned out to be a rickety thing held together with chicken wire.













We survived the tower only to expose ourselves to massive amounts of second-hand smoke. Besides the Marlboro man and his posse, casinos sure seem to attract a lot of elderly types, as well as ladies with bad early 90's perms & big bangs. The buffet - yum. The waitress kept calling me honey so I tipped her 5 bucks (of the $10 the casino gave us for signing up for their rewards card).

Otherwise, we've been settling into a summer pattern. The kids are starting to figure out how to sleep past 6:30 a.m. Michael starts a Lego camp next week, and Adrienne has an art camp the week after.