The Magic Alley
We were on our way home when we noticed the fireworks. The closer we got to the house, the closer we got to the fireworks. I don’t know why they were lighting fireworks, but we pulled over to enjoy them. Zander and I love a good fireworks show – Actually, I think I love any fireworks show, even a bad one. At the end of this one, they lit up several large colorful fireworks and Zander yells in a very excited tone – “Its the magic alley, Daddy – the magic alley!!!”. It took me a second to realize what he was saying, so I asked him to be sure – “Zander, do you mean – the BIG FINALE?”
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Foggy Fog
There was recently a lunar eclipse but we weren’t able to see it due to an unusual overcast. Zander and I were watching the moon when it started but just as the eclipse started, we lost it behind the clouds. While explaining the eclipse to Zander, I told him that the moon was ducking behind the Earth – when it went behind the clouds, Zander says, “no daddy – it didn’t go behind the earf, it went behind the foggy fog.”
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God’s Camera
Zander was very interested in the thunder and lightening, during a recent electrical storm. It was right over us and more intense than I think I’ve ever been through. It was so intense, I actually was concerned about standing outside during the storm. Several times the lightening lit up the whole house, including down the hall ways! The following thunder would crack and bang so loudly that it rattled the windows and set off car alarms in the neighborhoods.
When I put Zander to bed, he was concerned about the storm and said he couldn’t sleep while it was happening. He kept saying “the lighting is going to die God, Daddy”. I was tired and just wanted him to stay in bed. After several times of explaining that God is in no danger, I snapped “the lightening is God taking pictures, Zander! He isn’t going to die from taking pictures.” (I know, I know, not a good way of dealing with it). Regardless, it seemed to work because for the next fifteen minutes Zander was quiet and stayed in bed. Then my wife heard Zander praying, “God, stop taking pictures, I can’t sleep!”
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Zander’s Prayer
In the car on the way home from church, Lexi started to cry and wouldn’t stop. I reached back to give her a pacifier but she was not interested. Zander is very compassionate toward Lexi most of the time, but he does get frustrated at her as well. Between her crying, his idol chatting, and the radio, I was getting audio overloaded. So, I turned off the radio and I asked Zander to quiet down until we got home. Lexi continued to cry. A few minutes into the Lexi only sound track, Zander says, “God, help Lexi – she doesn’t know how to be quiet… AND she is fragile.”
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Zander the chauffeur
On the way to church, Zander is chatting away as he often does about whatever is going on in his mind at the time (I wonder where he gets that from…hehe!) Usually his noises don’t bother me, but he kept making this clicking sound by sucking on his teeth that was really starting to get to me. I was going to ask him to stop, but thought I would take a look in the back seat at what he was doing first. His hands were in front of him as though they were on a steering wheel, moving back and forth a little, and he would ‘honk’ the horn which appeared to be beside his steering wheel instead of on it. Then whenever I would pull up to a stop and turn on my turn signal (yes, with the tic, tic, tic sound the car makes) Zander would start his ‘clicking’ sound.
I asked him what he was doing – he said “I’m driving you around Daddy!”. I’m glad I didn’t ask him to stop…
Let me start by asking – did you notice the new tag line for my site? “Attempting to Live Life On Purpose…” I think that is a better fit over my old tag of “Another way for me to avoid doing any real work”. I enjoy working and I don’t consider myself lazy as a rule (I do have my moments). Just wanted to point it out… Let’s move on:
The bike’s night lights (required for street riding) don’t have good batteries. Anyway, I also rode my bike to work today, this time both ways, and I was still able to get home in time to get to church! Stephanie and I have felt the pressure of being a one car family and my being able to ride my bike to work again should be a big help.
I took Zander and Lexi to a local fast food place with a playground earlier this week. While they were there, I met Kattie who was only 10 weeks old and every inch of 2 feet tall. I met Delanie who was 4 and 1/2 years old. I’d like to say I met their parents, since I did talk with them, and I did learn their children’s names and ages from them. I even learned that the dad enjoyed his newborn tax deduction so much that he took the time to show me that they bought a shirt for her that has Tax Deduction printed on the front. But I can’t say I meet them – since I didn’t ask their names, they didn’t ask mine, and we didn’t exchange any contact information, despite the fact that they were about the same age as Stephanie and me and they have kids close in age to our kids, and even made a comment that their older daughter was really enjoying the opportunity to play with Zander since her only other ‘friends’ were unable to interact on the same level due to age differences. Why didn’t we exchange information? Why didn’t I get to know them? Maybe I thought I could just ‘tune in’ next week and they would be there – all my other friends are.


On the surface, Huckabee seems like he could be a guy I could vote for, but I don’t have the time or the energy to look into every politician’s record that is running for office. As some point, I have to trust some of these pundits to inform me as to what is going on. While I never agree 100% with any of the talking heads I’ve listed above, I do tend to agree with all of them on quite a few issues – and when they all say the same thing – I have to pause and take note. They all seem to agree that Mit Romney is the only conservative choice left in the race for GOP nomination.
Tonight could have been NFL history but instead was just another upset in the Super Bowl’s 42 year history. New England lost the championship in the last minutes of the game. I’m sure there will be many many blogs, news posts, and columnist that write about this game for the next few weeks – I’m not one of them. My wife was born in Boston and my In-Laws are all Patriot fans – ‘Upset’ doesn’t really describe the mood.
Last Saturday, my wife and I arranged to have Grammie Sackrider come over to watch the kids while we met another couple from the church to go hiking. When we went to get into the car, I noticed the console was opened up and all the trash (we use it as a trash can in the car) was pulled out and placed on my seat. My first thought was that Stephanie must have been looking for something, but when she said it wasn’t her, I quickly realized what had happened. My car was broken into!
I think they were looking for small electronics like a cell phone, iPhone, or iPod. No luck with my car since I don’t own any of those nifty gadgets (well, except the cell phone which was in the house and isn’t the top of the line anyway). They did take my son’s toboggan, but must not have realized when they took it that it was embroidered with Zander across it, since I found it a half a block away, left in the street unharmed.
I know some of you are thinking, “Dale, this guy could have all your identity information”. You’re right… but unless its an illegal trying to get a job, my info isn’t going to help much. I can just image the look on this crook’s face when he is declined a loan using my information! Ok, I’m kidding, but I do have identity protection so well see if anything shows up…
The family had a great time at the Glendale GlitterGlow Block Party on Saturday the 19th. It took a while to post but hey, better late than never, right? Anyway – we spent the afternoon celebrating my cousins birthday party and afterward we headed over to the Glendale GlitterGlow Block Party. They ask hotair balloon owners to bring their hotair balloons into downtown Glendale and light ’em up!
There were clowns on stilts and food tents for over priced sausages and pastries, and trinkets that light up the night were on sell at every corner. The stretch of road lined with food tents was more than just overcrowded and after the initial awe from the hotair balloons wore off, the crowds were too much to bare. All in all, we had a great time and I’m glad we were able to go. 