Good Idea - Bad Idea

(I accidentally posted this yesterday and had to delete it and then schedule it for today. Wendi, Linda, Dad and Adam, this is a duplicate email.)

Good Idea: Reading scriptures as a family in the morning.

Bad Idea: Forgetting to read every weekend. (are we the only family with this handicap?)

Good Idea: Asking Ken for a 'good idea/bad idea'.

Bad Idea: Listening the Ken talk about intestinal blockages, cremation consent forms and reasons why you shouldn't eat after his boss.

Good Idea: Hiring Nicole to babysit.

Bad Idea: asking her to travel 2000 miles to do the job.

Good Idea: Taking Anna to the book fair.

Bad Idea: Finding her staring with complete horror at a book about killer sharks and other forms of dangerous marine life. (All she has talked about for 3 days are 'cweepy fish' (creepy fish) They're so cweepy!!

Good Idea: Matthew drew of a picture of our family.

Bad Idea: Each person was drawn on the sole of one of his toes.

Good Idea: Putting Nicole in charge of dinner on Friday nights.

Bad Idea: Consequence: She thinks she made dinner every night last week.

Good Idea: Playing in the ocean.

Bad Idea: Forgetting a change of clothes and driving 2 hours home (and eating at a restaurant) soaking wet from about the waist down.

Note to self: You ALWAYS go in the water when you visit the ocean! Bring a change of clothes.

Tacoma Rainiers

I went with the 6th grade to a Tacoma Rainiers game last week. Here are pics from the day.

This is the view of Matthew and his friend, Bob, all the way to Cheney Stadium. They were plugged in.

Autograph signing. I'm not really sure who this guy is.

The stadium is smaller than I thought it would be.

Action shots

Here is a video of Rhubarb, the Rainier mascot.

This picture is embarrassing to me. Matthew was going the same finger thing I was and just before the picture snapped, he put his hand down. Yes, I'm a nerd. I received a text message early this morning that said so.

Pictures on the way home.

Memory Monday

Each Summer for the last 13 years my parents have been food vendors at local festivals and fairs. Their booth specialties are nachos, hot dogs, cotton candy and funnel cakes, with various drinks available.

The life of a carni is hard work. 12+ hours a day in the hot sun in a tent that has boiling hot oil. The show literally went on through pregnancies, appendicitis, the flu, horrible sunburns and even chemotherapy.

Money earned each summer paid for missions, vacations, Christmas, a headstone and day to day living expenses.

When Mom died, my Dad finished the season with Heather and now works as her employee making cotton candy.

Along with all the hard work and long days, we also walked away from that chapter of our life with many many memories. Welcome to Memory Monday.

The festivals.

• There were two teams because we often worked two shows on the same weekend. Mom and Heather were 1 team. Dad was the other team. Gina and I tried to be on Dad's teams as often as possible. We were guaranteed more fun, better pay and we didn't have to work for our food. Gina ended up on his team a lot more often than I did. It was an extra bonus if we were on that team at the same time.
• Our first year at the Kitsap County Fair, we were inside the 'businesses giving all the crap away' building. We didn't have the same setup as we'd had for every other show we'd ever worked so Gina and I set up new 'code' for people's orders. If they wanted a powdered sugar funnel cake we punched each other and said 'pow!' If they wanted a cinnamon sugar funnel cake, we would grab the others shirt, try to 'steal it' and say 'cin'. (sin.) One time a lady wanted a cin/pow cake and as I was going to grab her shirt, I accidentally grabbed her breast. We were both surprised. I just said, Sin! Pow! and walked away.
• I got a really nasty sunburn in Oak Harbor. Almost every year. (Yes, I wore sunblock. No. It wasn't expired.) The Langos People (Katrina and Micky, owners of the trailer and makers of the Langos or Hungarian Elephant Ears) were not our friends. Somehow we didn't hit if off. I went over to their trailer to buy a Langos and she commented on my sunburn. It didn't look that bad yet, it was still early in the day. By the evening I was as red as a cooked lobster. Katrina came over behind out booth, handed me an aerosol can and said in her deep Hungarian accent, 'This will work. It's from my country. Not legal in US.' It did work and we have been friends with Katrina and Micky ever since.
• Another time we were next door neighbors with the Langos and Katrina came over to our booth to visit.  She was watching her husband work and she said, 'See that fat, ugly, old man? He wasn't fat, ugly or old when I married him.' He just looked over at her and smiled. They love each other and it is sweet to see them together.
• Heather and I ate 8 elephant ears at the Lacey fun fair in 2003. (I never knew I'd live here one day.)
• Two years after Robert died, I finally got around to ordering his headstone. They are really expensive! The cemetery told us we could make payments on it and once it was paid in full they would order and place it. That seemed reasonable to me. Every so often Ken and I would make token payments on it, but the balance was not going down. Then Mom got an idea. At every show we had a tip jar. For one summer the tip jar said, 'For Robert's Headstone' and people donated like crazy. One man bought a funnel cake and asked my mom about the jar. She gave him the reader's digest version and he asked if Robert's Mom was in the booth. Mom got me and I talked to the man for a minute. He handed me a $100 dollar bill to go towards his fund. It was an amazing summer. We witnessed many generous acts of kindness from total strangers. Robert has a headstone.
• I was hypnotized and lip synced to a Brittney Spears song in front of 500 people. (Not really going to give you anymore information on this one, unless you pay me large amounts of money.)
• Gina and I got matching henna tattoos at Whaling Days. Three little stars on the top of our right foot.
• Another summer in Oak Harbor meant another sunburn. I was in the lobster phase and a guy walks up to the booth. I asked if I could get him something. He looked right at me and said. 'Not a sunburn!' Ha Ha. Funny. He bought a funnel cake.
• One 4th of July we had two shows on the same island so we all camped together. Mom and I finished at 5 and Dad went until 8 or 9. There were rides at Dad's show and he wanted to ride the one that was a big circle. You went forwards, backwards, and in circles going both directions as well. I rode the ride with my Dad. I was really scared but I'd never ridden a ride with him so I was determined to do it. They buckled us up, started going slowly back and forth and that part was okay. Once the 360s started, I covered my head and prayed for it to be over. I told Dad I couldn't even tell if we were up or down anymore and this is what I heard. "WOO! We're up! We're down! yeah! UP! DOWN! UP! DOWN! slowing! going backwards now! UP! DOWN! WOOOO!!! You get the idea.

Stay tuned for Wednesday. I'll have a special Memory Monday Edition. Happy Memorial Day! We've been in Washington 1 year today!

Like I said before...

Okay. Apparently 'blue and a stick shift' is an inadequate description of my Dad's new babe-mobile. He sent me these about 6 minutes after I posted my blog.

The evidence:

Blue

With a stick shift. (It's there. I saw it.)

Thanks Dad for the pics! I'm really happy you got a car that's not dead.

Dear Gina,

Today I sent you a message on my phone while I was on the way to the beach. Does this picture look familiar??! It's my angry/bossy face and I said, "Come visit me!"

When I got to the beach I fully expected you to be there to great me.

You weren't there.

This is what (Dad and) I have to say to that!

The End.

Said Dedra

A day at the beach.

My Dad bought a new to him truck that my brother, Adam, found for him. Today I drove him to Long Beach, WA to pick it up. We brought Matthew along with us. Nicole was babysitting a 4 year old rental, so I left Anna home with her to have a play date. Anyway, it was a fun day. We were only at Adam's for about an hour, then we made a stop at the beach before heading back home.

I somehow failed to take a picture of the truck. It's blue and has a stick shift.

Here are pics Dad took while Matthew and I were in the ocean.

 Look Gina, Dad is saying it by himself in this one! A special note...to you.

 We stopped off the side of the road to take a picture of the trees. They're pretty.

This is the bathroom at the Chevron in Montesano. Nicest gas station bathroom. Ever.

It was a fun day trip with the boys.

Career Day!

Yesterday was career day at Matthew's school. Ken volunteered to traumatize three classes of 6th grade children be one of the speakers. There is mostly pictures with little explanation, but I think you can figure out what's going on.

The coach (or hearse) in front of Matthew's school.

Some of the props Ken brought for show and tell.

Matthew is excited and nervous about what is going to take place...

Talking about Ratios of embalming fluid to water.

Ken, Matthew and the other kids standing side to side is how wide a 1000 pound person is. He would fit on the cot in front of the other kid.

Ken talking about the embalming process.

More random photos.

Girls who wanted Matthew dead and out of the classroom.

More props.

How many 6th graders can you fit in a hearse?!

Lets Count...