Alan if you end up finding this on some google/yahoo news feed, don't take this as a slam. Rod is the original metro-sexual male...and to quote him "you wear it well".
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Is It Just Me....
This is the time of year when the Lifelight Music Festival gets a lot of publicity, from the first time I met him to the last picture I saw of him, I have always thought that Alan Greene was really rock star Rod Stewart in hiding...so tell me...is it just me or do they look alike?
Alan if you end up finding this on some google/yahoo news feed, don't take this as a slam. Rod is the original metro-sexual male...and to quote him "you wear it well".
Alan if you end up finding this on some google/yahoo news feed, don't take this as a slam. Rod is the original metro-sexual male...and to quote him "you wear it well".
Monday, August 29, 2011
Duct Tape Glasses...Who Knew?
It is a good thing this creative and over active mind is in school this year.
The only thing he didn't like so far about school...he has to wear shoes and a shirt all the time.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Ken Block Gymkhana 4.
I have posted the first 3 of these to my blog in the past...Gymkhana 4 is the same megamercial for DC Shoes, Ford cars, Monster Energy Drink and they shot it at Universal Studios this time.
Love Ken Block's driving skills, and his businessman mentality.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
My Son Is Goofy-footed.
With Maxim's selfish use of the boat lately everyone else's riding time has been cut, but I knew this was coming some day. It is what happens when you play the same sport as your children at the same time...you start to sacrifice, don't get me wrong, I couldn't be happier than when I get to see my kids ripping behind the boat.
So with kids, the oldest one does something and the younger follows...right away, setting the standard for the youngest to do it too. No, Kolby didn't wakeboard at 2 years old, she is still just a skimskier, but Brecken has been wakeboarding lately....but only about 20 or 30 feet before he would start to be pulled over the front of the board.
I was getting super frustrated that he couldn't lean back and ride once he was up. So last night we went over to a section of beach that is pretty open and I wanted to pull him on the wakeboard by running beside on the shore, hoping that he would figure out just how hard he needed to pull to stay behind the board instead of falling out the front all the time.
So my trusting 5 year old laid back in about 2 foot of water and I readied myself to be "the boat"...he said hit it and I took off running......you know that moment in life where you had "the enlightenment"....like the way you were trying to do something HAD to be the right way, but then you did it the exact opposite and it worked perfectly? Yeah, I had that moment last night as a frustrated coach, dad and wakeboard bro.
Everyone, even if you don't know what a wakeboard is, has a surf stance...you are either regular or goofy footed. The easiest way to tell what you are is to pretend you are on a skateboard and then figure out what foot you would push off the ground with. The foot you push with is your back foot in the wakeboard.
I am a regular footed rider (left foot forward) when I skateboard and wakeboard, but when I snowboard I ride goofy or right foot forward. I have no idea why I differ between the 2, I am a bit ambidextrous with my feet... I punt left footed, but can kick field goals pretty equally with either foot...I am sure it is my soccer background.
So back to Brecken, I had been teaching him for the last 2 weeks, with much frustration, to drop his right leg back and ride out of the water on his starts with his left foot forward. Much to my surprise last night when he popped up out of the water on his own, without dad coaching him...he came up GOOFY and was solid as a rock. So he went behind the boat and got a couple of short pulls in before he got too cold.
I guess sometimes we have to cast our nets on the other side of the boat in order for things to work out.
So for the record my sons are both left handed hockey players and goofy-footed wakeboarders...I'm the odd man out now...but there is still hope for Kolby!
So with kids, the oldest one does something and the younger follows...right away, setting the standard for the youngest to do it too. No, Kolby didn't wakeboard at 2 years old, she is still just a skimskier, but Brecken has been wakeboarding lately....but only about 20 or 30 feet before he would start to be pulled over the front of the board.
I was getting super frustrated that he couldn't lean back and ride once he was up. So last night we went over to a section of beach that is pretty open and I wanted to pull him on the wakeboard by running beside on the shore, hoping that he would figure out just how hard he needed to pull to stay behind the board instead of falling out the front all the time.
So my trusting 5 year old laid back in about 2 foot of water and I readied myself to be "the boat"...he said hit it and I took off running......you know that moment in life where you had "the enlightenment"....like the way you were trying to do something HAD to be the right way, but then you did it the exact opposite and it worked perfectly? Yeah, I had that moment last night as a frustrated coach, dad and wakeboard bro.
Everyone, even if you don't know what a wakeboard is, has a surf stance...you are either regular or goofy footed. The easiest way to tell what you are is to pretend you are on a skateboard and then figure out what foot you would push off the ground with. The foot you push with is your back foot in the wakeboard.
I am a regular footed rider (left foot forward) when I skateboard and wakeboard, but when I snowboard I ride goofy or right foot forward. I have no idea why I differ between the 2, I am a bit ambidextrous with my feet... I punt left footed, but can kick field goals pretty equally with either foot...I am sure it is my soccer background.
So back to Brecken, I had been teaching him for the last 2 weeks, with much frustration, to drop his right leg back and ride out of the water on his starts with his left foot forward. Much to my surprise last night when he popped up out of the water on his own, without dad coaching him...he came up GOOFY and was solid as a rock. So he went behind the boat and got a couple of short pulls in before he got too cold.
I guess sometimes we have to cast our nets on the other side of the boat in order for things to work out.
So for the record my sons are both left handed hockey players and goofy-footed wakeboarders...I'm the odd man out now...but there is still hope for Kolby!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Brecken's First Day Of School.
Brecken's first day of school was today so I have to post some photos to our blog to keep Grandma Reece up on what's happening. He was excited to put that backpack on and wanted to wear it in the car...he settled for putting it in Kolby's car seat, "Because she isn't old like me for going to school."
This is Maxim's photo right before we left for school yesterday. I made him put his glasses on. He was really happy about getting to wear them again. As soon as the picture was taken, the glasses were back in their case and in his backpack. I don't know if he put them back on or not!Friday, August 12, 2011
Grandpa Bob Update.
Grandpa Bob is doing a lot better, he NOW only gasps for air while he is coughing, laughing, getting up from sitting or sitting down from standing and I think mentally he is with it. But then again I question the last part of that, because he and Grandma offered to take Maxim and Brecken over night tonight.
One "last hurrah" of summer before school starts...let's hope Brecken doesn't give Grandpa a flying cross body slam off the couch and the "last hurrah" will turn into another trip to the ER.
Also I need to extend our disappointment/excitement to Brad and Sally this weekend...Brad's first day in the pulpit as a head pastor is Sunday, and we were supposed to go down for a big family party at the Burkholder's, but since Grandpa wouldn't do well on the bumpy roads of Kansas, we are staying home. The boys are bummed they don't get to go to Carson's house, but we know we need to keep Bob home.
Congrats...and do I have to call you Reverend B-rad? Kinda like Rev. Run from RUN D.M.C...now you need a reality show.
One "last hurrah" of summer before school starts...let's hope Brecken doesn't give Grandpa a flying cross body slam off the couch and the "last hurrah" will turn into another trip to the ER.
Also I need to extend our disappointment/excitement to Brad and Sally this weekend...Brad's first day in the pulpit as a head pastor is Sunday, and we were supposed to go down for a big family party at the Burkholder's, but since Grandpa wouldn't do well on the bumpy roads of Kansas, we are staying home. The boys are bummed they don't get to go to Carson's house, but we know we need to keep Bob home.
Congrats...and do I have to call you Reverend B-rad? Kinda like Rev. Run from RUN D.M.C...now you need a reality show.
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Bucked Off.
My dad is a cowboy, well, actually he is a banker who has horses, guns, a chuckwagon, 14 saddles, a bull whip, 20 some pairs of spurs, 3 or 4 pairs of chaps, a few cowboy hats and a tack room full of stuff to do cowboy stuff on.
He is a fan of throwback era. Not the Johnny Unitas, Babe Ruth, or Bobby Orr throwback era...I'm talking further back than that. Like Wyatt Earp, Jesse James and more currently Roy Rogers type throw backs...the cowboy type.
He rodeoed for a while, and had roping calves at the arena, but I guess when cowboys get old and slow down they like to do things more simple, like they did in the 1800, back when life was "easy". They haul around a chuckwagon, sleep on the ground and cook in the heat of the day over an open fire on cooking utensils that weight 40 to 50 pounds. Easy?
Lately he has just been riding his horses, taking Brecken to Old West historical celebrations and competing all the time in Cowboy Fast Draw Competitions.
Sunday was like most other days, church, eat, then some time at the horses, but the one little difference was that he put spurs on to ride a horse that he usually doesn't wear spurs while riding.
As he was getting up on the horse, one of the 2 of them lost their balance (I'm not saying who I blame) but dad had to squeeze with his knee that wasn't yet in a stirrup and ended up spurring the horse high in the back. The horse bucked about 4 good pops and that is about all dad remembered.
He came to, and had the sense enough to call mom, who called Aunt Gloria and Uncle Lynn for help. She got out to the arena and found dad in a heap and short of breath. The ambulance came out and took him to the hospital where he found out what a concussion, 2 broken ribs a broken scapula and an overall beat down feels like.
He got out on Tuesday AM, and rambled into his favorite napping chair, and that's where I left him today. Pretty sore, sometimes short of breath and still trying to figure out if he could have had the horse settled down in a couple more bucks.
65 years old and he is still playing rodeo and wondering how that bronc put him on the ground...Get well soon, dad. Brecken needs his "friend" back.
He is a fan of throwback era. Not the Johnny Unitas, Babe Ruth, or Bobby Orr throwback era...I'm talking further back than that. Like Wyatt Earp, Jesse James and more currently Roy Rogers type throw backs...the cowboy type.
He rodeoed for a while, and had roping calves at the arena, but I guess when cowboys get old and slow down they like to do things more simple, like they did in the 1800, back when life was "easy". They haul around a chuckwagon, sleep on the ground and cook in the heat of the day over an open fire on cooking utensils that weight 40 to 50 pounds. Easy?
Lately he has just been riding his horses, taking Brecken to Old West historical celebrations and competing all the time in Cowboy Fast Draw Competitions.
Sunday was like most other days, church, eat, then some time at the horses, but the one little difference was that he put spurs on to ride a horse that he usually doesn't wear spurs while riding.
As he was getting up on the horse, one of the 2 of them lost their balance (I'm not saying who I blame) but dad had to squeeze with his knee that wasn't yet in a stirrup and ended up spurring the horse high in the back. The horse bucked about 4 good pops and that is about all dad remembered.
He came to, and had the sense enough to call mom, who called Aunt Gloria and Uncle Lynn for help. She got out to the arena and found dad in a heap and short of breath. The ambulance came out and took him to the hospital where he found out what a concussion, 2 broken ribs a broken scapula and an overall beat down feels like.
He got out on Tuesday AM, and rambled into his favorite napping chair, and that's where I left him today. Pretty sore, sometimes short of breath and still trying to figure out if he could have had the horse settled down in a couple more bucks.
65 years old and he is still playing rodeo and wondering how that bronc put him on the ground...Get well soon, dad. Brecken needs his "friend" back.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Maxim's Day Behind The Boat
Nobody else really got a turn today...he used up a half tank of gas...and I'm not complaining one bit!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Ninja Bible Camp
My past is catching up with me.
Over the weekend Steph and I took senior pictures of a gal who's folks grew up in the area. Turns out her dad was a councilor at the summer camp I went to growing up. I mentioned that our oldest son was going to his first week of overnight camp at that same camp...Byron Bible Camp. Then the dad of the gal asked if he was bringing his throwing stars.
I was a bit confused and wasn't sure the connection, but then he reminded me that when I was 10 or 11 he was a councilor at camp and 10 minutes into the registration process he noticed some boys throwing something at the wall of the boys dorm. So he came over and busted me and some buddies practicing our ninja skills with some throwing stars. I didn't really remember the incident, but I remember having a bunch of knives, homemade nunchuks and throwing stars and wanting to be a ninja.
I don't know what possessed US (for the record it was probably Tim and Eric's idea to bring the basic weapons of a ninja to Bible camp) to bring and throw stars at the building, but wouldn't a Ninja Bible Camp be a good combo?
I am sure Maxim will be super well behaved and win all sorts of "best behaved boy" awards and the councilors will rave on his kind heart...but I am going home tonight to make sure that the wooden crossbow that he asked to take to camp is still in his bedroom.
Over the weekend Steph and I took senior pictures of a gal who's folks grew up in the area. Turns out her dad was a councilor at the summer camp I went to growing up. I mentioned that our oldest son was going to his first week of overnight camp at that same camp...Byron Bible Camp. Then the dad of the gal asked if he was bringing his throwing stars.
I was a bit confused and wasn't sure the connection, but then he reminded me that when I was 10 or 11 he was a councilor at camp and 10 minutes into the registration process he noticed some boys throwing something at the wall of the boys dorm. So he came over and busted me and some buddies practicing our ninja skills with some throwing stars. I didn't really remember the incident, but I remember having a bunch of knives, homemade nunchuks and throwing stars and wanting to be a ninja.
I don't know what possessed US (for the record it was probably Tim and Eric's idea to bring the basic weapons of a ninja to Bible camp) to bring and throw stars at the building, but wouldn't a Ninja Bible Camp be a good combo?
I am sure Maxim will be super well behaved and win all sorts of "best behaved boy" awards and the councilors will rave on his kind heart...but I am going home tonight to make sure that the wooden crossbow that he asked to take to camp is still in his bedroom.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
The After Party.
So the 4th of July epic celebration at LakeHaus Production's head quarters, also known as "home", went off without a hitch. If you consider almost burning down the house from a firework named "The Day Of The Lord", only a few physical causalities...one burned foot and the non-business end of a punk in a 7 year old's eye, about 4 or 5 good cases of sun burn and my jacked up back...otherwise it was all good.My dad, Steph, Grandma Penny, Angie F., Grandma Cherrlyn and Darryl rocked the food prep end of the show, I didn't even fire my grill up. Dad cooked out of the back of his chuck wagon the whole weekend...great food and the atmosphere is always great with the chuck wagon in the yard.
The party cleared out around 10:30 last night and today there was this strange "after party" feel to the house...all quiet, the lake was still and empty...made me want to go out with the Anderson Boys and catch another 6am wakeboard session. Thanks for waking up early Pat and Nathan...well worth the lost hours of sleep!
The picture says it all...empty swim deck...we have some time to rest up and heal up for the next party.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Happy 4th of July Week.
Probably won't post much this week, but hope you have a safe and fun 4th of July. If you are on the lake stop by to say "hi". If you come by on the land locked side of the house at the right time you might even get watermelon and a burnt hot dog.
This picture pretty much sums up what we will be up to.
This picture pretty much sums up what we will be up to.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
He's 9.
Hard to believe that on June 17, 2002 Steph and I had no children, we lived in our brand new house on the west side of Sioux Falls, and I was still working in TV. Then that afternoon it all changed. Maxim Thomas was born.Maxim changed my life, and it is safe to say he will change the life of most everyone that he is around. Steph and I were always amazed at the care, love and heart that he has for people, and now that he is older and away from us more, we get unsolicited reports back about how good of a kid he is, and how nice he is.
He has a super gentle spirit, and he can make my day brighter with his smile and hug. Well, he is 9 now and to celebrate he wanted a week of birthday parties, we negotiated down to just 2 parties. Last night was the first with our family and a few people who might as well be family. I think the party broke up at 11:30 p.m. while Steph took 30 minutes to cleaned up, he put together a 250 Star Wars lego. We think it might be a record. Then to cap off the night the birthday boy and I sat on the couch and watched X-Men: Wolverine until about 1:30 A.M. when I fell asleep...he was wide awake.
He slept in his favorite spot on the couch with the SDSU Jackrabbits blanket.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
To The Man In The Flag Bandana....
Dear Mr. Flag Bandanna and Backpack Runner Guy,
Yesterday afternoon as I was about 3 blocks into my 4 mile run through the quiet blocks of Huron's west side neighborhoods you overtook me with a running pace that most 17 year old cross country runners would be drooling over. I have no idea where you came from, but there you were on the other side of the road, startling me and then waving and flying by at your 7.5 mph pace.
I could make up excuses of why you, at your age, overtook me sooooo easily...I was still getting into my stride, I really hadn't been feeling too good yesterday, I was carrying extra technology (an iPod, a heart rate monitor and watch, and my keycard that lets me back into the building) that made me heavier by at least 24 ounces...but really you just smoked by me and smiled and waved.
Then I took notice of what you had on...it was flag day yesterday and to celebrate you had a bandanna on your head that was designed like a flag...cool, I'll give you that, I have been known to rock a bandanna now that I am a long hair. The other thing that totally wipes out my thoughts in the above paragraph...I thought I was carrying extra stuff, you were rocking a backpack. I assume it was a "hydration-style" back pack, but in the mesh carrying compartment I could see a cell phone, maybe some keys, I think I saw a baseball hat, and a copy of War and Peace...along with a gallon of water.
So what did this do to me? Well, first off I realized my pace was pretty weak and I should have stepped it up a bit, so I did, and you never were more than a block and a half in front of me on the entire route, which by the way is MY route and I found it first so no more passing me on MY route, if I want to have a slack run I should be able to enjoy it alone, not have some uberfit older guy sprint past me with his American flag bandanna waving to me in the dust....only to make me run faster and get in better shape.
When I did finally catch you around the Roger Kasa Baseball fields it was nice to exchange pleasantries with you...it went like this.
(Mr. Flag Bandana was now walking at a slow pace)
TOM: Hey good day for a run? So now you are walking so you can pass me in a block or 2 again?
FLAG BANDANNA DUDE: Naw you are good, I'm just cooling down, almost done...hey, keep at it, have a good one!
I enjoyed our little exchange and got a little jump in my stride for the next block or so, well...at least until I felt like he wasn't watching me anymore, then I kicked it back down to my 6 mph stride/jog.
In all reality it was nice to see someone else out running (and out running me)...and it is only the 3rd person in 4 years I have encountered running on the streets of Huron, besides the time I ran into the entire Huron High School cross country team and as we met they all wanted to high 5 me...that was cool.
Well I'll be out again today at about the same time, same route...I'll wave when you go past.
Yesterday afternoon as I was about 3 blocks into my 4 mile run through the quiet blocks of Huron's west side neighborhoods you overtook me with a running pace that most 17 year old cross country runners would be drooling over. I have no idea where you came from, but there you were on the other side of the road, startling me and then waving and flying by at your 7.5 mph pace.
I could make up excuses of why you, at your age, overtook me sooooo easily...I was still getting into my stride, I really hadn't been feeling too good yesterday, I was carrying extra technology (an iPod, a heart rate monitor and watch, and my keycard that lets me back into the building) that made me heavier by at least 24 ounces...but really you just smoked by me and smiled and waved.
Then I took notice of what you had on...it was flag day yesterday and to celebrate you had a bandanna on your head that was designed like a flag...cool, I'll give you that, I have been known to rock a bandanna now that I am a long hair. The other thing that totally wipes out my thoughts in the above paragraph...I thought I was carrying extra stuff, you were rocking a backpack. I assume it was a "hydration-style" back pack, but in the mesh carrying compartment I could see a cell phone, maybe some keys, I think I saw a baseball hat, and a copy of War and Peace...along with a gallon of water.
So what did this do to me? Well, first off I realized my pace was pretty weak and I should have stepped it up a bit, so I did, and you never were more than a block and a half in front of me on the entire route, which by the way is MY route and I found it first so no more passing me on MY route, if I want to have a slack run I should be able to enjoy it alone, not have some uberfit older guy sprint past me with his American flag bandanna waving to me in the dust....only to make me run faster and get in better shape.
When I did finally catch you around the Roger Kasa Baseball fields it was nice to exchange pleasantries with you...it went like this.
(Mr. Flag Bandana was now walking at a slow pace)
TOM: Hey good day for a run? So now you are walking so you can pass me in a block or 2 again?
FLAG BANDANNA DUDE: Naw you are good, I'm just cooling down, almost done...hey, keep at it, have a good one!
I enjoyed our little exchange and got a little jump in my stride for the next block or so, well...at least until I felt like he wasn't watching me anymore, then I kicked it back down to my 6 mph stride/jog.
In all reality it was nice to see someone else out running (and out running me)...and it is only the 3rd person in 4 years I have encountered running on the streets of Huron, besides the time I ran into the entire Huron High School cross country team and as we met they all wanted to high 5 me...that was cool.
Well I'll be out again today at about the same time, same route...I'll wave when you go past.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Thursday, June 09, 2011
We are going mobile...
If you are reading the Living On Liquid / LakeHaus Productions blog on a mobile device we made things a bit easier for you.
After 5 years of publishing and over 52,000 hits we have realized that people read this blog while in cars, in school, during meetings and yep, even in the bathroom. So that means a lot of you are hitting us up on your phone. So now when you click into Living On Liquid / LakeHaus Productions on your iPhone, BlackBerry or Droid-based OS...we SHOULD come up a little cleaner and easier to read on your smaller screen.
Just another way we take care of you...making it more convenient to read our boring blogs when you should be listening to the guy reading, word for word, the PowerPoint at the front of the room.
After 5 years of publishing and over 52,000 hits we have realized that people read this blog while in cars, in school, during meetings and yep, even in the bathroom. So that means a lot of you are hitting us up on your phone. So now when you click into Living On Liquid / LakeHaus Productions on your iPhone, BlackBerry or Droid-based OS...we SHOULD come up a little cleaner and easier to read on your smaller screen.
Just another way we take care of you...making it more convenient to read our boring blogs when you should be listening to the guy reading, word for word, the PowerPoint at the front of the room.
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Boat Photo Shoot
I wish I could say that Moomba Boats hired me for a photo shoot...or any boat company for that matter...but this picture was actually taken with my BlackBerry while I was in the water with a life jacket, swimming with one arm while not letting the phone get wet.
I snapped a few, (did I mention this was taken with my phone?) and then final edited this picture...no this wasn't taken in the night or evening, 3:00 p.m...full sunlight. Proving what I have told many people...an expensive camera doesn't make a person a professional photographer. (AND For that matter a great wakeboard boat doesn't make a great wakeboarder!)
I snapped a few, (did I mention this was taken with my phone?) and then final edited this picture...no this wasn't taken in the night or evening, 3:00 p.m...full sunlight. Proving what I have told many people...an expensive camera doesn't make a person a professional photographer. (AND For that matter a great wakeboard boat doesn't make a great wakeboarder!)
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Riding In Cars With Kids.
Steph, Maxim, Brecken, Meatball (more on that later) and I piled in the car on Saturday after shooting a wedding and headed south to Hesston, KS to see my sister and her family and bring home my 16 year old niece. The tailwind was great and we pushed 22 mpg in the Expedition all the way down..that was THE enjoyable part of the drive down.
After listening to 4 movies the kids were watching, one of them 2 times, listening to Brecken ask every question 5 times, witnessing him eat everything in the car, and watching Maxim run the battery in his iPod down 3 times...we rolled into H-town around 1:30 AM and it was party time. Meatball (AKA Kolby) and Maxim were up until 4:30 AM and they were loud and rambunctious. We didn't sleep too much that night.
Went to church at Rev. Brad's and Sally called us out during "sharing time"...Sally with a microphone to the rest of the church throws me under the bus...
"this is my brother Tom and his family from South Dakota...they haven't been down to see us for 7 years."
OK I know it was a while, but after the last drive it might be another 7!
Sunday afternoon we went swimming at some friends of the family...beautiful pool and property and the kids loved it. Hit Applebees in the evening and had a delightful time with the Burkholders.
Monday we packed up Cassidy and the kids and headed to Omaha for a halfway stop and to see Steph's brother's family...more of the same as far as movies, and yapping. Brecken at one point had the quote of the day, "Mom, I am hungry AND sweaty." We laughed at that one for a while.
We finally rolled to the WESTSIDE of the lake around Tuesday night, and the kids all crashed out right away...Steph and I watched the NBA Finals and went to bed.
MEATBALL Explained.
Uncle Brad = FUN
He loves to make the kids laugh and run. He and Kolby hit it off pretty quick, and when you are Uncle Brad's favorite you get a nickname...not sure where it came from but Kolby was "Meatball" for the weekend. She would say, "I not Meatball, I Kolby Capri." Pretty sure in Uncle Brad's eyes she will be Meatball for life.
After listening to 4 movies the kids were watching, one of them 2 times, listening to Brecken ask every question 5 times, witnessing him eat everything in the car, and watching Maxim run the battery in his iPod down 3 times...we rolled into H-town around 1:30 AM and it was party time. Meatball (AKA Kolby) and Maxim were up until 4:30 AM and they were loud and rambunctious. We didn't sleep too much that night.
Went to church at Rev. Brad's and Sally called us out during "sharing time"...Sally with a microphone to the rest of the church throws me under the bus...
"this is my brother Tom and his family from South Dakota...they haven't been down to see us for 7 years."
OK I know it was a while, but after the last drive it might be another 7!
Sunday afternoon we went swimming at some friends of the family...beautiful pool and property and the kids loved it. Hit Applebees in the evening and had a delightful time with the Burkholders.
Monday we packed up Cassidy and the kids and headed to Omaha for a halfway stop and to see Steph's brother's family...more of the same as far as movies, and yapping. Brecken at one point had the quote of the day, "Mom, I am hungry AND sweaty." We laughed at that one for a while.
We finally rolled to the WESTSIDE of the lake around Tuesday night, and the kids all crashed out right away...Steph and I watched the NBA Finals and went to bed.
MEATBALL Explained.
Uncle Brad = FUN
He loves to make the kids laugh and run. He and Kolby hit it off pretty quick, and when you are Uncle Brad's favorite you get a nickname...not sure where it came from but Kolby was "Meatball" for the weekend. She would say, "I not Meatball, I Kolby Capri." Pretty sure in Uncle Brad's eyes she will be Meatball for life.
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