How we get from here to there

We retired the puch for the winter or so we thought, but now in January the roads are clear, and we have some crazy warm weather. So Brent rides again. Anything to stay off the city bus I guess. Last year he rode the bus faithfully all winter. But after riding in style all spring, summer, and fall on his 1970's moped he has declared the bus HOT, STINKY, and in other words quite beneath him.

When he first acquired the puch last spring he could only get it up to 17 mph, but after many hours tinkering, and numerous UPS packages it now tops off around 30 (It's actually over 40). He even started wearing a helmet . It is pretty hillarious to see him start off the puch in the morning, pedaling the first block or so, often past our kids (and their friends) at the bus stop. He usually gets a lot of stares and several laughs. I am sure that Kennon doesn't appreciate it.

Speaking of Kennon her family consistently humiliates her. A couple days ago I picked the girls up at their grade school, parking in the circular drive, directly beneath Kennon's 4th grade classroom. Last year she used to say to me, "Hey, Mom I saw you park and come in," like it was a good thing.

Now she said, "Mom, can you PLEASE not park in front anymore. Everyone sees you get out of your car!"

"Yeah, and So?"

"Well mom, Our Car! It's embarrassing. Park around the side and come in!"

Now this sentiment brought me back to recall the times when my own mother would pull up to the curb after junior high softball practice with everyone (including the baseball boys) milling about and I would not even want to claim her. She could have driven our brand new suburban but No! most of the time it was the UGLY chrysler cordoba (or is it cordova?) that Dad only bought because he said it was "so classy!"

Now that was embarrassing. But what is so embarrassing about a '93 Buick Park Avenue? I mean, except for a few minor irritations, like the the fact that I have to unplug the battery under the hood to shut off the lights, didn't have a heater all last buffalo winter, has a mousehole in the back seat, and have to keep it under 10 miles per hour the first couple miles, the car runs awesome. But according to our oldest child, it needs to be in the junk yard.

Kennon is going to get her wish soon though. Thanks to the new baby. Although I do still have my scheming husband desperately trying to come up with a legal plan to fit all 7 of us in the Buick. The latest -According to NY law adults don't have to wear a seatbelt if they sit in the Back Seat. So anytime we go on a family outing, I can ride in the back seated on the floor, with a homemade harness, of course (exhibited in the Casper Family WA trip 2007 in an earlier post) to keep me secure, and we are good to go.

This is so much fun (making fun of my great husband Brent)! I hope all of you know how near and dear he is to my heart. Maybe I haven't done it enough on here so you don't know what I am talking about. The thing is he can really be quite valuable when it comes to blogging or preparing a talk. Brent just doesn't think like most people. You see, I figured it out- He is just so much smarter than the rest of us and so some of his plans seem quite unique and even somewhat crazy by the general public, (ie. the double decker buick.)

Last fall I spoke in Stake Conference, and was all pumped looking forward to it with the humorous talk I had written. The night before, our stake president gave a speech about marraige and said we should never disparrage our spouse in public! Whoa! Well, there went all my good jokes.

But don't worry. He is my Sunday School teacher and gets me back Frequently. But keep in mind everything we say is told with great love and admiration. :)

By the way, Brent will be on here soon, because his computer has all the pictures I need for this post. DARN! So he will read . . . and probably tell you how I got it all wrong. Whatever!