I took sadistic pleasure in microwaving a fruit fly. After informing him of this, John delicately asked me if I found the carcass. He implied I may have created a monster. So look for a super, genetically modified, red-eyed, Drosophila melanogaster attacking a town near you…Where are the Power Puff Girls when you need them?
I find the best way to get rid of those nasty flying eyes and still set fruit on the counter is the vacuum cleaner. Problem is I can’t decide which bugs me most, fruit flies eating my tomatoes, or good old Dyson hanging around the kitchen all week.
Speaking of tomatoes and fruit flies…Last year we spent Thanksgiving in Utah. When we returned I found the little devils flying around the dining room. I found this very peculiar for the time of year and the fact that there had been no food sitting out for over a week. Upon further investigation I found the mass of the invasion congregated in the china hutch. This truly perplexed me; never saw a bug in there before. Now I was really on the case, to search out the mystery of the flies. I shortly discovered one of my children created a science project and/or potion. In a little jar I found several rotting grape tomatoes floating in murky water. Well it worked; they spontaneously produced a culture of living organisms.
This year we spent our summer vacation in Utah, again. I had each of the kids pack their own suitcases. Esther showed particular enthusiasm for the task and filled her trunk with every thing she could possibly need to enjoy the trip. Two months later I was cleaning out the storage room and encountered a strange odor emitting from a little red suitcase. I thought all the suitcases had been properly emptied at journeys end, but when I opened the case I found a dirty sock. Well the sock was not dirty enough to warrant the smell, so I put it in the laundry (I had been looking for that one for some time) and started feeling around in all the nooks and crannies. Finally I unearthed a sandwich baggy containing the remains of a very sour tomato in the small lid pocket. It seems she never got to enjoy her snack. After a few good bleachings I’m still not sure that parcel will ever be useable again.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The Handcuffs
Last week Kimball went to play at his friend’s house. He returned pleased to display a pair of handcuffs belonging to his friend. Korosh got them at a fair in California and let Kimball borrow them for the weekend. Instantly, the attention of the entire household was fixed on the wonders of these amazing metal objects. Even I was drawn in noting that I had never seen play handcuffs which were not plastic. Soon everyone and everything was temporality attached to something else (a chair, a table leg, their brother) at the mercy of a little key. Unfortunately, making something out of metal does not guarantee quality and the locking mechanism was very temperamental. First John was stuck, then James. A fork was a better tool for opening them up than the keys, and that required great effort. Of course this only intrigued the kids more and most of the boys ended up prisoners for long periods of time. They were constantly interrupting General Conference with, “Dad would you unlock me?” But the worst part was Saturday morning, John and I got up early to pick up a few things at Safeway. When we returned we found Katie’s leg locked up to a bar of her crib. She is an amazingly placid girl and was merely sitting there sucking her fingers staring at James, the perpetrator who was trying to release her from her prison. Actually it was pretty funny to see, but I had to lecture him about, what if the house would have caught on fire! (Wish I would have taken a picture)
The fate of the handcuffs regrettably, is they finally gave up and fell apart. Kimball paid his friend, and I am looking for the last piece to see if I can repair them. Please, don’t lone anything to my children.
The fate of the handcuffs regrettably, is they finally gave up and fell apart. Kimball paid his friend, and I am looking for the last piece to see if I can repair them. Please, don’t lone anything to my children.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Cake Snob
Okay, so I thought I better explain Kimball’s birthday cake…I was so busy and behind that I never went shopping to get stuff for his cake. Now I felt like a louse because well, I grew up a cake snob. The truth is my mother worked tirelessly to create beautiful birthday cakes. She is a master at decorating anything from Disney or Sesame Street. As kids we KNEW our mother loved us because she made us birthday cakes. I well remember returning from friends’ parties to report to the rest of the family…family, “How was the party?” Kelli, “It was fine, except, they had a STORE Bought Cake.”
This to me is a perfect example of why the Lord cautions us to “judge not”. Now I have an inferiority complex and unreal expectations I worry over meeting. I just am not talented like my mother at cake decorating. Yet to avoid having my children think I don’t love them, I try. After many sleepless nights decorating cakes while the kids were in bed I am more in awe of my mother than I was as a child. Because I could never master a pastry bag like she I started getting creative with candy and toys. A cake for Hyrum had a prehistoric theme with gummy sharks and plastic dinosaurs. I deformed a cake a touch to create a rocky waterfall fissure and wha-la. What could a kid want more than candy and plastic dinos? Last year I made a treasure chest for Kimball…just frost with chocolate frosting and stuff it with chocolate coins, chocolate rocks, and rock candy. I like the bulk candy they sell at Top Foods for decorating cakes. Birthday parties are about the only time I purchase candy. And I hate buying candy especially if I have any kids with me because they turn buzurk. Top Foods used to have childcare while you shopped so this was how I managed to keep my calm and prepare for the celebration. Unfortunately, last year when I went to get the goods for Kimball’s treasure cake the childcare was closed for just the very hour I was there. Well what could I do? I took a deep breath and headed towards the bulk foods. As an afterthought I ran over and picked up some tomatoes and other veggies. At the check-out, the clerk, observing my 3 children wild with candy anticipation, and the stuff I had laid out before her remarked, “Get a few things you weren’t intending on?” My response was, “Yea, I didn’t plan to get any produce.” So back to this year’s cake…
I ran out of time and could not go shopping. Also, I never remember until the middle of the night when I am making cakes that I do not have 2 round pans the same diameter, so I really have to want it to make a layered round cake. Well I had a tiny bit of frosting left from the cupcakes we ate at this party, and an 8 inch and 9 inch pan so I decided to do a number 8. Now I did not have enough frosting to cover the entire cake, and I did not want to make anymore, but I remembered I still had some marshmallows and chocolate bars from cooking smore’s at the party the day before, so I melted them to cover the cake. Add a few beautiful strawberries (thank you California) and I felt like I could hold my head up in front of my dear son.
Now I just really have to tell you about the campfire cake. ‘Tis the season that you all should try it! I have to admit it was one of my best ideas! A few years ago, the school carnival theme was something about camping. Of course I volunteered to bring a cake to the cake walk, and of course I wanted something to follow the theme. So I melted crushed LifeSavers on Al foil which I laid out a bit unevenly. After it baked a few minutes and cooled I broke it into jagged “flames”. For logs in the “star fire” formation I placed fudge sticks. For the rock fire ring I cut powdered donut holes in half, and crushed up Oreo’s for authentic looking ash and coals. I know, you all think I have TOO MUCH TIME on my hands…oh that that were so!
So to let you know what a real flop I am, the next week for Katie’s birthday, I was so tired John and I when to Safeway…she was only one so she doesn’t have great expectations. But in my defense let me say, my mother was actually here and she did not want to make a cake either. Also Safeway really does make tasty cakes-just about as good as Larry’s (may they rest in peace). To make it all the more special, John and I went to the new downtown Safeway which is an amazing store. I have never seen a seafood department laid out so beautifully; I would never want to buy anything for fear of messing up the designs.
This to me is a perfect example of why the Lord cautions us to “judge not”. Now I have an inferiority complex and unreal expectations I worry over meeting. I just am not talented like my mother at cake decorating. Yet to avoid having my children think I don’t love them, I try. After many sleepless nights decorating cakes while the kids were in bed I am more in awe of my mother than I was as a child. Because I could never master a pastry bag like she I started getting creative with candy and toys. A cake for Hyrum had a prehistoric theme with gummy sharks and plastic dinosaurs. I deformed a cake a touch to create a rocky waterfall fissure and wha-la. What could a kid want more than candy and plastic dinos? Last year I made a treasure chest for Kimball…just frost with chocolate frosting and stuff it with chocolate coins, chocolate rocks, and rock candy. I like the bulk candy they sell at Top Foods for decorating cakes. Birthday parties are about the only time I purchase candy. And I hate buying candy especially if I have any kids with me because they turn buzurk. Top Foods used to have childcare while you shopped so this was how I managed to keep my calm and prepare for the celebration. Unfortunately, last year when I went to get the goods for Kimball’s treasure cake the childcare was closed for just the very hour I was there. Well what could I do? I took a deep breath and headed towards the bulk foods. As an afterthought I ran over and picked up some tomatoes and other veggies. At the check-out, the clerk, observing my 3 children wild with candy anticipation, and the stuff I had laid out before her remarked, “Get a few things you weren’t intending on?” My response was, “Yea, I didn’t plan to get any produce.” So back to this year’s cake…
I ran out of time and could not go shopping. Also, I never remember until the middle of the night when I am making cakes that I do not have 2 round pans the same diameter, so I really have to want it to make a layered round cake. Well I had a tiny bit of frosting left from the cupcakes we ate at this party, and an 8 inch and 9 inch pan so I decided to do a number 8. Now I did not have enough frosting to cover the entire cake, and I did not want to make anymore, but I remembered I still had some marshmallows and chocolate bars from cooking smore’s at the party the day before, so I melted them to cover the cake. Add a few beautiful strawberries (thank you California) and I felt like I could hold my head up in front of my dear son.
Now I just really have to tell you about the campfire cake. ‘Tis the season that you all should try it! I have to admit it was one of my best ideas! A few years ago, the school carnival theme was something about camping. Of course I volunteered to bring a cake to the cake walk, and of course I wanted something to follow the theme. So I melted crushed LifeSavers on Al foil which I laid out a bit unevenly. After it baked a few minutes and cooled I broke it into jagged “flames”. For logs in the “star fire” formation I placed fudge sticks. For the rock fire ring I cut powdered donut holes in half, and crushed up Oreo’s for authentic looking ash and coals. I know, you all think I have TOO MUCH TIME on my hands…oh that that were so!
So to let you know what a real flop I am, the next week for Katie’s birthday, I was so tired John and I when to Safeway…she was only one so she doesn’t have great expectations. But in my defense let me say, my mother was actually here and she did not want to make a cake either. Also Safeway really does make tasty cakes-just about as good as Larry’s (may they rest in peace). To make it all the more special, John and I went to the new downtown Safeway which is an amazing store. I have never seen a seafood department laid out so beautifully; I would never want to buy anything for fear of messing up the designs.
It seems Hyrum caught the vision because the “army cake” is one he made for the Cub Scout cake auction. Believe it or not, it sold for $80.
Now go, make a cake, and eat it too!
Now go, make a cake, and eat it too!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Great To Be 8!
Kimball turned 8 June 4th. This was something he’d been looking forward to for many months. He knew he could be baptized when he turned 8 and he really wanted this. I am so happy for Kimball. He is such a kind, sweet, funny, enthusiastic, and smart boy. If anyone knows how to make me smile, it’s Kimball. Well I had spent much of May working to remodel a room for my parents to stay in when they came up for Kimball’s baptism. But so many things kept coming up that I was getting stressed and way behind. I started to realize my attitude was getting in the way of celebrating Kimball. I was stressed about getting my house fixed, and inviting people to the baptism and over for lunch after, etc. Guilt or love, I’m not sure but I decided to throw a birthday party. And with only 1 days notice, every single kid we invited came! It was the hottest day of the year so one mom called just before she dropped her son off to ask if he needed to dress for water games. I told her that would have been a great idea if I would have thought of it sooner. But once the boys arrived I realized the water games were necessary. So I got two buckets, gave each kid a paper cup and with the hose as the team boundaries said go and they began dousing each other for the next 45 minutes. It was the best party I ever threw. If only I knew it was that easy when I started hosting parties 9 years ago.
Kimball’s friends gave him “smart kid” gifts like book certificates, science experiment kits, and even a set to build inventions like a radio. He was so excited about it all, but all that got put a hold shortly, because John got him another Star Wars Lego kit, and when Kimball gets Lego sets he disappears for a few hours until it is complete.
Kimball was baptized June 13th. It was a beautiful service. Many people love Kimball and he had a great show of support at the baptism including: Grandma & Grandpa Cox, Grandma & Grandpa Jeppson, Uncle Denise, cousins- Joshua & Jonah, friends Korosh & Paul and their mothers, the Barrios, Bishop Guluka, Sisters Venn and Akin from the Primary presidency, Sister Bagley his primary teacher, and Brother Beland our home teacher. We are so grateful to his grandparents for making the extraordinary efforts to come up and attend.
After the service we came home for a little brunch attended by a few family and friends. But Kimball did not join us; he went in my room and went to sleep on my bed. He said he did not feel well, but I thought he was over exerted from the events of the day. After everyone left and the kitchen was clean John and I left the kids in my parents care and went to get Katie a birthday gift. We returned to find Kimball very ill. Good think Mom and Dad were there to care for him. Mom stayed home from Church with him the next day as he was recovering. He was nearly perfect Monday, but with the Swine Flu hysteria I kept him home and he played with his cousin all day. You’ll be happy to know no one else got sick. But I feel bad for the cute little guy.
Kimball’s friends gave him “smart kid” gifts like book certificates, science experiment kits, and even a set to build inventions like a radio. He was so excited about it all, but all that got put a hold shortly, because John got him another Star Wars Lego kit, and when Kimball gets Lego sets he disappears for a few hours until it is complete.
Kimball was baptized June 13th. It was a beautiful service. Many people love Kimball and he had a great show of support at the baptism including: Grandma & Grandpa Cox, Grandma & Grandpa Jeppson, Uncle Denise, cousins- Joshua & Jonah, friends Korosh & Paul and their mothers, the Barrios, Bishop Guluka, Sisters Venn and Akin from the Primary presidency, Sister Bagley his primary teacher, and Brother Beland our home teacher. We are so grateful to his grandparents for making the extraordinary efforts to come up and attend.
After the service we came home for a little brunch attended by a few family and friends. But Kimball did not join us; he went in my room and went to sleep on my bed. He said he did not feel well, but I thought he was over exerted from the events of the day. After everyone left and the kitchen was clean John and I left the kids in my parents care and went to get Katie a birthday gift. We returned to find Kimball very ill. Good think Mom and Dad were there to care for him. Mom stayed home from Church with him the next day as he was recovering. He was nearly perfect Monday, but with the Swine Flu hysteria I kept him home and he played with his cousin all day. You’ll be happy to know no one else got sick. But I feel bad for the cute little guy.
You Don’t Wear Pink to Meetings!
Gail joined the track team at school. I was thrilled for her to do it and encouraged her in the endeavor, so to that end I made sure I attended each of her meets. The morning of her second meet I woke early, dressed and put on an outfit which I hoped would not destroy my daughter’s position in the eyes of her peers. That day I had several errands around town so I knew I would not have time to saw, chop, stain, or glue anything and I also had no time for the gym, so why not dress up. As a result, my children saw me in make-up and slacks at the breakfast table for the first time in yes, probably a year. Well such a strange sight did not go unnoticed. The boys instantly started asking me if I had a meeting that day. But then good old James piped up and said, indicating to my blouse, “You don’t wear pink to a meeting!” So Curtis, you may want to inform Elton of that. Anyway, they were so impressed with my outfit; I took another look at it. That is when I realized, only my underwear was originally mine: the boots I bought for Gail back when her feet were as small as mine, the pants my friend got at Good Will for her sister, but her sister did not want them, the blouse, another friends gave me after she decided she’d never wear it, and the silver and gold belt (which treasurer loving James was most enamored with) a different friend’s secretary off loaded to her, she then gave it to me. It’s just like I’ve always said, “My friends give me way better stuff than I would ever buy.”
The kids made me feel so good in the hodgepodge of hand-me-downs that I decided to wear the same thing the next week to Pack Meeting. That was an important Pack Meeting because Hyrum was earning his Webelos badge and his Arrow of Light. Kimball came to the meeting in his church suit because John and Bishop Guluka arranged that Kimball might have his baptismal interview after the meeting. Well, I did not know they were planning to welcome Kimball into Cub Scouts and give him his Wolf book at the meeting, but they did. So when they called Kimball Jardine to the front, he looked so cute and official striding up in his suit. Unfortunately, something came up and the interview was rescheduled, but Kimball was happy to be an official Cub Scout.
Who was not happy to be an official Cub Scout was Hyrum. As part of the Arrow of Light ceremony a scout leader painted stripes across his face. He almost started to cry about this and told John and I it is against our religion to paint our bodies, etc. My kids analyze so many things way too much. Hyrum was not too happy about the whole thing, but I was thrilled! Getting Hyrum through Cub Scouts was a chore. Now Kimball on the other hand has been reading Hyrum’s scout books for years and can’t wait to experience everything in it. You go Kimball!
The kids made me feel so good in the hodgepodge of hand-me-downs that I decided to wear the same thing the next week to Pack Meeting. That was an important Pack Meeting because Hyrum was earning his Webelos badge and his Arrow of Light. Kimball came to the meeting in his church suit because John and Bishop Guluka arranged that Kimball might have his baptismal interview after the meeting. Well, I did not know they were planning to welcome Kimball into Cub Scouts and give him his Wolf book at the meeting, but they did. So when they called Kimball Jardine to the front, he looked so cute and official striding up in his suit. Unfortunately, something came up and the interview was rescheduled, but Kimball was happy to be an official Cub Scout.
Who was not happy to be an official Cub Scout was Hyrum. As part of the Arrow of Light ceremony a scout leader painted stripes across his face. He almost started to cry about this and told John and I it is against our religion to paint our bodies, etc. My kids analyze so many things way too much. Hyrum was not too happy about the whole thing, but I was thrilled! Getting Hyrum through Cub Scouts was a chore. Now Kimball on the other hand has been reading Hyrum’s scout books for years and can’t wait to experience everything in it. You go Kimball!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Easter vestido
Well my computer has been in and out of Dr. John’s care for the past 4 months. It seems when the kids get the idea that they can use my resources for their own entertainment my stuff ends up trashed. But Good old John just keeps putting Humpty back together again. Anyway I finally got about 400 pictures I took this year downloaded so now I am ready to share. So let’s blogg!
There is so much to write about the comings and goings around here, but today I will just start by sending pictures of the little girls on Easter Sunday. In March I was in St. George for my Grandfather’s funeral and Marcy, my sister-in-law asked if I wanted to go shopping with her. I hate shopping and she was going to the outlet mall which I hate even more than regular shopping, but I love being with Marcy so of course I wanted to go. In addition I only had with me sweet little Katie. Shopping is much more tolerable when I don’t have kids running around, yelling, grabbing everything off the shelves, and repeatedly asking, “Can I have this? When can we go home?”! Well Marcy it seems is an expert shopper and knew all about the great sales at Children’s Place. I went crazy. With totally cute velour blouses, pj’s, and corduroy pants for $2 each who wouldn’t? And there, next to the clearance rack I couldn’t help but spy the Easter duds. Well, if you haven’t figured this out by now I go for the practical. But then and there, holding an armful of awesome sales, I decided to splurge on full price Easter dresses. I didn’t go hog wild because I got only dresses and socks and hair ribbons for the two little girls. Everyone else had to do without.
There is so much to write about the comings and goings around here, but today I will just start by sending pictures of the little girls on Easter Sunday. In March I was in St. George for my Grandfather’s funeral and Marcy, my sister-in-law asked if I wanted to go shopping with her. I hate shopping and she was going to the outlet mall which I hate even more than regular shopping, but I love being with Marcy so of course I wanted to go. In addition I only had with me sweet little Katie. Shopping is much more tolerable when I don’t have kids running around, yelling, grabbing everything off the shelves, and repeatedly asking, “Can I have this? When can we go home?”! Well Marcy it seems is an expert shopper and knew all about the great sales at Children’s Place. I went crazy. With totally cute velour blouses, pj’s, and corduroy pants for $2 each who wouldn’t? And there, next to the clearance rack I couldn’t help but spy the Easter duds. Well, if you haven’t figured this out by now I go for the practical. But then and there, holding an armful of awesome sales, I decided to splurge on full price Easter dresses. I didn’t go hog wild because I got only dresses and socks and hair ribbons for the two little girls. Everyone else had to do without.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Febuary the cursed month
Febuary was a cursed month for us. It all started the first Sunday of the month. Shortly before we were to go to church, as I set out to dress Esther and Katie, Gail came to me all disgruntled. In an attempt to defuse the situation I got behind schedule and I was not able to put Esther’s shoes on her. This got us to church just as the service was about to start. Sending the 4 oldest children in I picked up shoeless Esther and my big bag out of the car, and proceeded to shut the door, hard so it would stay closed. To my horror, Esther’s toe was in the way. I turned to Gail and told her to go get John. I told her he would be on the stand but she would have to walk up to him and tell him to come out. I was so proud of her for doing just that. John came out and drove me and the three youngest kids to the doctors office and then to the emergency room at Children’s Hospital in Seattle. Esther and I were at Children’s for about 7 hours and she left with 12 sutures in her big toe on her right foot. They took an x-ray which showed a possible chip of the bone. She had to take antibiotics to prevent an infection. Well the second day I gave her the medication she threw up every time I gave it to her. So the 3rd time I gave it to her she threw a fit and spit it out. I told her, “It’s yummy! It’s strawberry!” She replied, “It’s not strawberry, it’s poison!” Now she sings this song she made up about the doctor fixed her toe, thank you doctor
Then the last Sunday of the month it was Isaac’s turn to keep me away from church. He and Esther were on the bathroom counter and Esther pushed him off. He fell and hit his mouth on the toilet and it bled profusely. This was about an hour before Church starts, so I finished getting everyone ready and drove over to Church. I informed John that I was taking Isaac to the doctor’s office and left the other kids to fend for themselves in Sacrament Meeting. I drove him over to Pediatric Associates (our children’s primary care physicians) after lecturing him about how he had to be brave (I did not want to take him to Children’s Hospital Emergency Room for 2 stitches and Pediatric Associates won’t put stitches in screaming children). He was very brave and received 2 stitches. I think I need to find out where to purchase sterile un-barbed fish hooks because putting stitches in looks very easy and it is very expensive! We made it back to church in time for Relief Society. Between the times that Esther got her toe sewn together and Isaac got his face sewn up a mild flu slowly ran all through the family. As the last two kids came up in the middle of the night and threw up all over my bed I couldn’t help but just laugh. So I was very happy to start with a fresh month in March.
Also in February we dealt with a little bit of car trouble. John drives a 22 year old Toyota Camry. Well in January it started having this problem where when he would pull out into traffic it would sometimes stall. I find that a bit worrisome. But he was dealing with it okay, until one day the speedometer stopped working. Well, then he decided to take it to be repaired. Rob, our mechanic had a difficult time finding parts for such an old car, but soon had it all taken care of. Why did the speedometer stop working you may ask…well it had actually turned so much for so long, that it actually wore the shaft off. Rob had never seen that happen before! In addition he was amazed to see so many original parts left in the car and warned many of them were nigh unto death! So I advise John not to drive it too much on the freeway. Also, the tires had a slow leak. So John would fill them with our air compressor. The kids do not like the sound of the air compressor. So when he turned it on they all stared screaming and Kimball said, “Quick, we’ll all be safe downstairs!” John assured him they would be safe upstairs and to this Kimball replied, “That’s because you never read the manual!” When you read the owners manual you wonder why Hamas does not purchase air compressors to launch at Israel, because if everything that they warn could happen, did happen more frequently than the 1 every 10 million times it does they would be lethal weapons. Anyway, Kimball cracks me up. He loved to read stuff like owners manuals and learn how things work. We got him a circuit board set for Christmas and he is always building stuff and making adjustments to his creations so they will do different things.
Then the last Sunday of the month it was Isaac’s turn to keep me away from church. He and Esther were on the bathroom counter and Esther pushed him off. He fell and hit his mouth on the toilet and it bled profusely. This was about an hour before Church starts, so I finished getting everyone ready and drove over to Church. I informed John that I was taking Isaac to the doctor’s office and left the other kids to fend for themselves in Sacrament Meeting. I drove him over to Pediatric Associates (our children’s primary care physicians) after lecturing him about how he had to be brave (I did not want to take him to Children’s Hospital Emergency Room for 2 stitches and Pediatric Associates won’t put stitches in screaming children). He was very brave and received 2 stitches. I think I need to find out where to purchase sterile un-barbed fish hooks because putting stitches in looks very easy and it is very expensive! We made it back to church in time for Relief Society. Between the times that Esther got her toe sewn together and Isaac got his face sewn up a mild flu slowly ran all through the family. As the last two kids came up in the middle of the night and threw up all over my bed I couldn’t help but just laugh. So I was very happy to start with a fresh month in March.
Also in February we dealt with a little bit of car trouble. John drives a 22 year old Toyota Camry. Well in January it started having this problem where when he would pull out into traffic it would sometimes stall. I find that a bit worrisome. But he was dealing with it okay, until one day the speedometer stopped working. Well, then he decided to take it to be repaired. Rob, our mechanic had a difficult time finding parts for such an old car, but soon had it all taken care of. Why did the speedometer stop working you may ask…well it had actually turned so much for so long, that it actually wore the shaft off. Rob had never seen that happen before! In addition he was amazed to see so many original parts left in the car and warned many of them were nigh unto death! So I advise John not to drive it too much on the freeway. Also, the tires had a slow leak. So John would fill them with our air compressor. The kids do not like the sound of the air compressor. So when he turned it on they all stared screaming and Kimball said, “Quick, we’ll all be safe downstairs!” John assured him they would be safe upstairs and to this Kimball replied, “That’s because you never read the manual!” When you read the owners manual you wonder why Hamas does not purchase air compressors to launch at Israel, because if everything that they warn could happen, did happen more frequently than the 1 every 10 million times it does they would be lethal weapons. Anyway, Kimball cracks me up. He loved to read stuff like owners manuals and learn how things work. We got him a circuit board set for Christmas and he is always building stuff and making adjustments to his creations so they will do different things.
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