Sunday, November 26, 2006

ThanksGiving 2006...Not to be confused with ThanksGiving 2005



how cute are they!


If it has not been said before, I will say it again. Nothing compares to ThanksGiving! The smells, the food, the feeling of family and friends, ThanksGiving has it all!

Please note the third generation cousins, having fun, just being togother! The look on Jnna's face says it all, as it was her responsibility to deliver gramma and her friend, Ruth. The photo of Ruth is of her trying to put her hearing aid in, which is a story in itself, the other picture is of cocktail hour. Cookie handles quite a bit of the cooking duties, please note the empty bottles of beer and wine in the background. Gramma was the first to the table, right behind Jff, she was very patient, and did clean her plate, which did entitle her to dessert.


Everyone had a grand day, the food was yummy, the conversation divine, you could not ask for a better ThanksGiving, well yes you could, we all could be togother. Thanks to you Family, May God Bless you and Keep all of you safe.

Thinking of you Dad, this was always your day!

Monday, November 20, 2006

The Race

The Race
By JT Pilaf


Every year Zachary's AWANA Club have a soap box derby race. The participants purchase a $3 kit and bring them home to their awaiting fathers. This is supposed to be a time to bond; father and son or daughter sharing good old fashion quality time together. It ends up being a father/ grandfather project with both men vying for it to be a solo effort. The child is usually left watching Spongebob in the TV room.

This past Wednesday was the preliminary race with the winners moving on to greater glories. Leading up to the race a checklist must be completed.

#1 Design the car.
That's usually Zach's forte'. Of course a dad can reply with "I can't do that, but I can do it this way". The child then relents to his father's vision.

#2 Prepare the frame.
It all starts with a 3.5 ounce 3" X 7" block of wood. The design is drawn on the wood with a lead based #2 pencil (usually resembling an early year corvette) and then cut out. The frame is then painted (three coats usually does the trick). Chassis and wheels are carefully added and secured. Accessories and weights are then strategically placed to get the car up to it's maximum weight of 5 ounces. To make sure the car does not exceed the 5 oz. limit you need to take it to no less than 4 post offices and 1 meat deli in the Greater Buffalo Niagara Region
to have the clerks verify the weight. The tires need to be constantly tested to make sure there is no rubbing.


The race car, now as shiny as black onyx, is ready for the big race. The father, beaming with pride, hands off the finished gem to his son like an tribes elder or king offering his son all his possessions and land. The father's outstretched arms, the son surveying all infront of him, the passing of the leader's torch. Beautiful, just beautiful. 'snif'

Race day: Zach and I enter the auditorium with our matching racing jackets, dark glasses, and driving gloves on. We know we have the racing edge. We gently hang up our jackets exposing our ggreased, cut off t-shirts revealing our matching tattoos that read "Racing for God".

Zach registered and weighed his car for the final time with the AWANA official.
The race has four heats and to advance to the finals you must win a heat or finish in second place all four times. Zach finished in first twice and in second place twice. He was VERY happy.
In the finals he finished in second place .1 seconds behind the winner. Papa watched like an expectant ... well you know.

In Saturday's Regional race Zach won a heat to move on to the semi-finals but could not advance from there.




He always seems to be with the ladies.














Zach and papa check out the competition.














Zach lines up his car on the track.












Nothing needs to be said. He makes me smile.
















Zach with his second place trophy.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

new brainstorming game!

Whatever could THIS be? Brainstorm away!


Tuesday, November 14, 2006

A prize, a prize a major prize!

And so much more challenging than the name of the Lone Ranger's nephew's horse. I need help, family. It's time for me and Danya to part ways, and after a long career of working for someone else, I've decided to start my own company. Hence, the competition.

I need a name, and I need it soon.

This is where you all come in. Consider this a blog-based brainstorming, and give me some ideas for names. A few general pieces of information:

1) I'll do research and communications, broadly defined.
2) The name should be general but memorable.
3) Concrete is fine. Evocative/philosophical is fine. Cutesy, not so good.
4) My lawyer told me I can't use Dawn-ya, Donya, Banya, or Bonya.

The person who suggests the name I ultimately go with gets a prize, a prize a major prize. Now dust off your creativity shoes, and get to thinking!