Monday, July 28, 2008

Eggs-periment

* having the volume on will greatly enhance your experience of reading this post

It's been really hot here. Really, really hot. The kind of hot that makes swimming off-limits. So, what do you do when it's hot outside? I read a story about what one lady does. Then I decided try it out for it myself.

I had to wait for the "perfect" conditions. It only took a few weeks until my wish was fulfilled:



Sucks to live in Lawton


Holy hot, Batman! It's hot enough to fry eggs on a sidewalk...or bake cookies...on your dashboard? Seemed like a pretty good idea to me. So at approxomately 10:00 a.m., I set a tray of cookies on the dashboard of our minivan:


They baked...

...and baked...


...and baked...


When Kenta (my hunk of burnin' love) got home from work at 5:00 p.m., he was gracious enough to sample them for me.

They actually cooked all the way through! They had a very interesting texture, though. Crunchy on the outside and really chewy on the inside.


Before we took the cookies out, Kenta took the temperature in the car - it was 137.8 degrees. By merely using the energy of the sun, we got a dozen freshly baked cookies in seven hours. And we will never need little artificial floral smelling rubber feet hanging from our rearview mirror - the natural scent of baking cookies has now permeated every fiber of our minivan. How green of us. Al Gore would be proud.

That's what we do when it's hot outside. What do you do?

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

It's been a while...

Sorry to our loyal fans. We've been away from home quite a bit these past few weeks, so our blog has gotten a little stale. I had great plans to post something really wonderful and elaborate, but that post will just have to wait. I've gotta churn something out quick - sheesh....Stephanie has even posted twice since we last did. So, here's a little of what we have been up to:

This Lil' Hoodie

This lil' Hoodie went to the market











This lil' Hoodie stayed home





This lil' Hoodie ate leftover steak













This lil' Hoodie had none



And this lil' Hoodie played Wii, Wii, Wii all the day long

That's just a glimpse of what we have been up to this summer. There's a lot more, but we'll save those tales for another day. If we told you everything, you might not come back. Happy summer everyone!

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Il buono, il brutto, il DIABLO

A short story written by Kenta and Kendall

After a fun 4th of July weekend at my parents', we were driving back home Sunday morning when I saw this yellow flash in my rear view mirror. I missed that - I think I was asleep. I periodically check my mirrors and this was just like normal. I was not paying attention to anything at all and this was just like normal. Well, I looked back at the road when it finally occured to me what I had just seen. What was it? It was a Lamborghini Diablo! Did Kenta just say that he saw the Diablo on I-35?
I stuck by the Diablo for a couple of miles because I knew things would be fine next to it ("all is well in Zion, all is well - and thus the DIABLO cheateth their souls...") Normally, super cars are going much faster so it's difficult to keep up but this guy was well behaved and wasn't speeding ("and others he flattereth away...") We followed him for several miles ("...and leadeth them away into broad roads that they perish and are lost") and Kendall got some good pictures of it with her cell phone. It looks innocent enough - BEWARE!!!

There was an interesting point where I was catching up to him going about 7 over , when he slowed down. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to get next to him, so I slowed down, too. Then the Diablo jumped off an overpass and we followed it. Just kidding. Next thing I see is a motorcycle officer in the shadows of the overpass just ahead with his radar gun pointed directly at the Diablo. Doesn't the cop know that a radar gun cannot stop the Diablo? Yeah, it was relieving knowing that if anyone would ever get pulled over, it would be him ( "and others will he pacify, and lull them away into carnal security...")

So, to give you an idea of the size of the thing, it sits just 3.658 ft tall. Yeah, really small. I always imagined the Diablo would be much taller.










Here's where we followed along next to the Diablo. I think this stretch of highway is called "the road to perdition".


Here a shot from behind. I guess I can't complain - at least the only behinds that he looks at belong to cars.










Yes, it was amazing. I'm still trying to recover from coming face to fender with the Diablo today.

*editor's note* I was not aware until today that Kenta knew how to spell "Lamborghini" but did not know how to spell "licorice" ("lickerish").