I scratched my head over the "bowling socks" for a while. Then the voice of experience, i.e. Derrick, told me that they really aren't any different than any other socks. Whew that was close! Glad he was along and my wallet wasn't. ;-)
Lessons came first, even though this photo was taken at the end of the evening. What does that mean? It means we were still getting lessons at the end of the evening, of course.
Though not yet a graduate bowler...
...she does have her college degree in babysitting.
Conrad's ball-picking rationale: "Red is hot... Heat lessens friction... The less friction, the more speed... The faster my ball, the more pins go down... Ha!"
Ha yourself!
(Later he admitted that he's not certain that heat does lessen friction. That must have been the tragic flaw.)
I think bowling might be a game right down Clayton's alley.
"We're a family and we act like one." - quote from Dad recently
Somebody's winning; and somebody's
not.
The question is... which is which?
Do we even need to ask?
Dad's score hangs in the balance. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
What's this? I can't believe my dad is letting me eat french fries fried in oil.
Son, you stop eating all that cholesterol right now!
I told Conrad that I wasn't planning to post this because it would reflect more badly on my photography skills than on his bowling skills. Then I couldn't resist. :)
If you were close enough, you really
would get a kick out of this guy's bowling technique.
A rare photo of me enjoying myself.
(Note, the photo's rare, not my enjoying myself.)
I'm not there to see, but I'm guessing this behavior is reminiscent of what goes on at the Denver Wholesale Food's office?
*whispers to bear in lobby* Brace yourself for some beary confidential information... We just got a load of honey in at Denver Wholesale.
"Hey, Daddy, this bear just told me that you got a truck load of honey in."
So much for "beary confidential."
Charity has been learning all the various shades of baking recently.
Dad doesn't quite measure up anymore. ;-)
In character, it's Conrad who doesn't quite measure up. He's had this obsession with rubberbands lately, causing his sisters to serve him with fear and trembling. :)
I scratched my head over the "bowling socks" for a while. Then the voice of experience, i.e. Derrick, told me that they really aren't any different than any other socks. Whew that was close! Glad he was along and my wallet wasn't. ;-)
Lessons came first, even though this photo was taken at the end of the evening. What does that mean? It means we were still getting lessons at the end of the evening, of course.
Though not yet a graduate bowler...
...she does have her college degree in babysitting.
Conrad's ball-picking rationale: "Red is hot... Heat lessens friction... The less friction, the more speed... The faster my ball, the more pins go down... Ha!"
Ha yourself!
I think bowling might be a game right down Clayton's alley.
"We're a family and we act like one." - quote from Dad recently
Somebody's winning; and somebody's not.
The question is... which is which?
Do we even need to ask?
Dad's score hangs in the balance. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
What's this? I can't believe my dad is letting me eat french fries fried in oil.
Son, you stop eating all that cholesterol right now!
I told Conrad that I wasn't planning to post this because it would reflect more badly on my photography skills than on his bowling skills. Then I couldn't resist. :)
If you were close enough, you really would get a kick out of this guy's bowling technique.
A rare photo of me enjoying myself.
I'm not there to see, but I'm guessing this behavior is reminiscent of what goes on at the Denver Wholesale Food's office?
*whispers to bear in lobby* Brace yourself for some beary confidential information... We just got a load of honey in at Denver Wholesale.
"Hey, Daddy, this bear just told me that you got a truck load of honey in."
...that someone wondered if we were having a photographers' convention.
We were just doing a little shooting for the Church directory, however. Here's the wonderful Botsford family (wonderful because they look at this blog ;-).
You really think it was a coincidence??
Red and black... How did he know?!
The one on the right - she has older sisters. She had the inside scoop.
When we got home, I decided to tackle a family photo. Thank God for remotes. The self-timer would never have sufficed for...
...such cooperative subjects as mine.
Q: What do the smile and the flowers have in common?
Some of us just go about it in unique ways.
The Snowbank quakes back in retaliation.
This mighty snow warrior's message to all snowbanks is...
"Despair and melt!"
No!! The Vitamin C can't be empty. This is bad.
Things go from bad to worse.
But help is on the way.
Must have Vitamin C. Must.
Eating it in the raw.
Dad comes along. "I think I may have gotten what you need."
Half-crazed Conrad: Say. It must come in a new format these days. I always did think of Vitamin C as candy... but... cotton candy?? Never thought I'd see the day.
Just so this comedy doesn't turn into a tragedy...
...let me assure you. They got their Vitamin C.
It not only looks good enough to eat; it is good enough to eat.
Her crowning achievement in the realm of baking.
Cramming on the catechism, Candace? Never let for Saturday what you can do earlier in the week.
We join the stream of humanity.
Some come for the shows.
Others come for the food.
Some come to sell the food.
And someone has to come to take care of all that trash.
So what did we come for??
What we did not come for.
The answer is... We came to enter that cake, and check out the competition.
Not that we were opposed to doing other things as well.
