Auction Blessings...

My Alma Matter the great James Valley Christian High School held their annual benefit auction on Saturday and Monday night.  Monday night is traditionally a pretty late night as they don't stop selling until the last item is gone...which is usually early Tuesday morning.

Steph and I donated a few things from LakeHaus Productions and we really enjoy seeing them sell so we hung around until the last item was sold...which meant the kids had a long night.  Grandma Penny took Maxim home around so he could hit his bed time as he had school today.  But Kolby and Brecken were there and awake for the whole night.  When we were getting ready to pay our bill and leave for the night the line at the check out was pretty long, and we had a little wait time.  So we kind of let the kids do what they wanted within reason.

Earlier in the night Steph was bidding on the cutest pink Radio Flyer trike...but it was one of those items that gets expensive in a hurry.  So she dropped out and it went to Keith and Tanya, who are our relatives so it was a good thing.  But while waiting to check out Keith came up to Stephanie and gave us the trike.  He actually bought it for his granddaughter, but then he made up an excuse to give it to Kolby.

What do you say to that kind of generosity?  It was one of those blessings that kind of defines this community.  Keith said it was payment for the handful of times I mowed his lake house lot...I guess that means I have to mow it next year too...to help pay off the trike!

So to finish the story, Brecken hopped on the trike and started to pedal around the gymnasium, and then Kolby jumped on the back, they must have made about 5 laps around the building...getting laughs and a few, "who's naughty kids are those?" along the way.

They were alseep before Steph got a mile away from school.

Getting Caught Speeding...AGAIN!

If you are a subscriber to the Huron Daily Planet you might have seen my name in the paper for something besides a quote while doing my job at the electricity factory.  It seems that going 75 in a 65 gets you a little donation to the local highway fund.

I was due, it had been almost 8 years.

Now to the "again" portion of the story.  On Saturday the family was packed into the Expedition and of course we were a bit late for an event, so I might have been going a bit fast for the posted limit.  When out of the backseat this voice says..."ahhhhh, dad!!!".

"Yes, Maxim?"

"Don't you remember?"

"Remember what, Maxim?"

"What happened on the way to school that morning..."

(At this point I know I am busted by my son, which is way worse than any officer of the law...but I want to see what he has to say.)

"What do you mean, Maxim?"

"SPEEDING!"

"Well how fast am I going right now?"

"I can see the 80 number...."

Technically it was 75 again, but from where he was sitting it looked like 80, and might have been when the whole conversation started.  So Steph had a good laugh and I slowed down.  Really it was like having my dad in the backseat telling me to slow down.

That boy has such a pure heart...it makes us proud that Steph did such a good job raising him...and I.

(Sorry I took so long in between posts, Teri!  After my first speeding ticket Steph took away my computer privileges!)  :)

This Is For Aunt Gloria

It seems that my last post brought some nostalgia out of my readers, so I was put on a quest to find a song that my mom and my aunt sang for me last night.

All I knew is it was a song about kissing a boy named Fred in the backseat of a car.  Mind you I knew it was from the 60's so it was a song they knew as kids...but it was a little creepy hearing your mom and aunt singing about kissing a boy in the backseat of a car...I guess that was my early birthday present.

Well I found the song, described as a "novelty song" in it's day.  It's a fun little ditty about Fred in the backseat with 7 girls. 

NOTE TO KOLBY: if you ever listen to filthy music like this you are grounded until you are 28!

I couldn't embed it into the blog so you have to click below.

Click Here.

Una Ka-boom-a-lunka....

The randomness of my mind just took me back to a song in my childhood I couldn't remember really how it went, I just thought it was a cool song.  Good thing Mr. YouTube remembered it.

I was riding in our old red Chevy with my mom...this song came on the radio, the windows were down, and we were driving by the Dairy Queen on the west side of the fairgrounds.  I think we were both belting out the chorus.  Una Ka-boom-a-lunka...I'm just a bird in the sky!

I was a little surprised when I found out tonight that a weird looking half-pirate/half lumberjack sang the song, and it was worded differently than I thought.

7 Minutes You Will Talk About For The Rest Of The Week!

Snuggle Time

Since Kolby is too young for most things that happen at church on Wednesdays I try to take her on a "daddy date" when I am available.  For the first time in a while we had "date night" last night.  Which just meant that she and I went home earlier than the rest of the fam.

We read 4 books, colored, played the drums, swung from the ring ropes in the basement and then wrestled.  She was tired and we went up to the couch to chill for a bit and then she fell asleep in my arms.  I have done this tv/couch/kid sleep time with my 2 smelly boys and it isn't a special than with your daughter.

Now to the funny part.  Sometime early in the morning Kolby woke up crying so Steph brought her into our bed...when I woke up at 6 AM there she was all cuddled up by my face.  Steph was already up working on LHP stuff so I turned on SportsCenter and held her tight.  In the process I fell back to sleep and when my alarm went off at 6:30 Kolby was still there with her face looking the other way and I snuggled back in for a little more snuggle time...then the dog that had taken Kolby's place in bed while I was sleeping licked me on the cheek.

Oh well, the dog needs a little love too.

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