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For some reason blogger isn't letting me load up pictures but I will when it lets me....maybe it is on a coffee break. Well after much pressure from I will not say who I am writing about my recent trip home. I enjoyed being in the great outdoors and breathing clean air...sorry folks from my town...:)
Dad is recovering nicely we think and his levels are lower than they need to be for now so he is still being monitored. At least chemo did it's thing. Mom was good too and a bit busy. She is looking after dad and Joel who was also sick at the time which made it harder for dad. It was great to see Rae again and meet her man Christien. We had lots of free time to just hang out together and that was a real treat.
We had a beauty of a day on Sat before we had to leave and so we spent it at Clear Lake. An awesome spot for a get away if you need to. All in all a fun time and good to reconnect with everyone who was there.
Okay by the time I was done writing blogger came back off coffee break and wa la!

A real Biker!!! - TKP

I now have 2 reasons to consider myself a "real biker".

First, last week I left the safe confines of the city and did my first road trip (until now, I was convinced that my 500 cc bike was too light to be very safe or comfortable on the highway). It was great! Lots of fun! I am looking forward to more highway rides.

More importantly, the second reason, I had a run in with "the law" today! I was leaving the church building when I saw Skip Hill coming down the road. He was pointing like he wanted me to turn around, so I quickly shot down the back alley, through the parking lot and met Skip at the front of the building. Turned out that he needed a key to get in. That is when we saw them - "The Fuzz"!

A cop car sitting in the driveway behind my motorcycle. Skip asked, "What did you do?" and I said, "I don't know. Maybe I did not signal when I turned into the alley". So I went up to them, said "hi" and they asked if that was my bike. I told them that it was and they asked "Do you have a license?" I produced license and registration and they said, "We saw you veer off the road and down the alley when you saw us coming, so we thought that you must be driving an unlicensed bike". Skip and I laughed, told them the real story and they said "Have a nice day".

So there you go - it is true.....

"The Man" is always hassling the innocent, good, nice, "never causing any trouble" biker dudes! :)

On the good side - my "brush with the law" should give me some much needed "street cred" with the Harley boys down the block!!! Now I can put off getting that tattoo for while! :)

Storm chasing - TKP

We had tornado warnings here today as well as a "sighting" out by Torquay - just west of here. So in the grand Pippus tradition of doing things that are just slightly stupid - I threw the kids and Sari in the truck to go and see the storm (one of the three was not as excited about this turn of events as the others - I will leave you to fill in that blank with your own imagination though) :)

I mean - come on - how many times do you get to see a twister in real life??????

Not to worry though - we stayed a long, long way back and in the end..... nothing! No funnel clouds. No flying cows. Hardly a drop of rain. Lots of dark clouds and some good lightening and thunder - but that was it.

Stupid Environment Canada Weather Warnings!! All the interesting weather misses us! :(

(Of course those last two lines are written "tongue in cheek" - I am not actually wishing to be in a tornado, taking them lightly, or trying to call down a curse upon myself - just for the record!)

Planes, Lennys and Automobiles (Part 4) - TKP

For those of you who have been slugging your way through my last 3 postings about Lenny's and my trip to Charlotte and thinking to yourself, "Wow! Am I glad I wasn't there" [That group could include anyone who is either... 1) a "non-racing fan" or 2) those who can imagine what our rental car smelled like after 8 days in 93 degree heat - Whew!!! :) Either way!].... I just wanted to prove to you that Lenny and I are men of broad experience. We not only went to race shops and races at the paved track - we also went to races at the dirt track!!!!!

(Ok - so what did you expect? A posting about how we went and got our nails done at the spa? Actually, Lenny wanted to, but he decided that their red nail polish did not match his skin tone, so he walked right out of there!!) ;)

On Friday night, the top dirt racers in the country - the "World of Outlaws" Sprint cars - were at the dirt track in Charlotte. The track is 4/10 of a mile (Isn't that actually 2/5 - why don't they say that? I don't know) and is basically the same size as the one in Estevan. The cars in Estevan average 80 - 90 mph around our track - these guys were averaging 120 mph+. The Estevan track draws 1 400 people on a good night - these guys had 14 000.

Two pictures - looking each direction from our seats (just to show the numbers of people) and then two videos to show you the cars on the track - three of them flip near the end of the first video - but I missed most of it. The last picture is self-explanatory.

Planes, Lennys and Automobiles (Part 3) - TKP

Here is a short video to show you the view from our seats for the Cup race on Sunday. This is just me, Lenny and 160 000 of our closest friends. :)

Planes, Lennys and Automobiles (Part 2) - TKP

"So why Charlotte, North Carolina?", you might ask.

The answer is simple - race shops! Almost every team is located in the greater Charlotte area.

"So what?", you might ask.

Well - these things are not your average garages. Have a look....

This is Hendrick Motorsports - the shop that builds cars for Jeff Gordon, Jimmy Johnson, Casey Mears (who won the race we went to) and Kyle Busch.
This is the outside of the shop - it is 600 000 sq feet (think 6 times the size of your local Wal-Mart).... by the way - note the "pond" out front - and "yes" it does stretch from where "Lenny" is standing to that other part way down there - and that is one of 5 buildings.
They also had a museum. Here is a row of Daytona 500 winning cars - in the exact same shape they left victory lane in (notice that they are covered in Coke - confetti - rubber - etc)
One of the most impressive viewing areas was at Penske racing - the home of Ryan Newman and Kurt Busch's cars. They had a walkway that went from one end of the shop to the other so that you could watch the guys working.
Here is the view at Richard Childress Racing.....
Most of the shops had viewing windows or catwalks, but the best place was a place that we almost did not go to - a smaller team named "Bill Davis Racing" located approximately 70 miles from Charlotte. They had no tour - but they allowed us to walk around in the shop anywhere we wanted to go - as long as we stayed in between the black lines on the floor. That was cool because the mechanics just kept working away and you got to be right in it, seeing what they were doing etc ....
Then we went to their Truck shop across the street and the rules there were - none! Just walk around like you own the place. Look at anything you want. Just watch out for the guys who are working while you wander. Here is a picture of Johnny Benson's truck being worked on....
And, of course, Joe Gibbs racing - home of Tony Stewart....

Most of the shops have tours, museums, trophy rooms and gift shops. They are very impressive and it was fun to see how things are done. One car is worth more than $120 000 and it takes more that $20 million to sponsor one car for a season - now you can see part of why that is.

In four days we visited more than 25 shops and put over 700 miles on our rental car - And that is why you go to Charlotte! :)

Planes, Lennys and Automobiles (Part 1) - TKP

Most of you know that for the last 10 days Lenny (aka my brother Kurt) and I have been on an adventure.... we flew to Charlotte, North Carolina, rented a car, drove more than 700 miles all over the Charlotte area in basically 4 days, looked at and toured more than twenty-five race shops, took in a "World of Outlaws" Sprint car race with 14 000 people at the dirt track in Charlotte, watched NASCAR Nextel Cup practice and qualifying, went to the Busch series race, walked through miles and miles of vendors trailers and tents that sold anything and everything NASCAR, took in the longest night of racing on the NASCAR schedule - the "Coca-Cola 600" with 160 000 of our closest friends (though the 5 1/2 hour race seemed to be over in 10 minutes), and just generally had a great time. (How do you like that for an opening sentence?) :)

I have lots of stories to tell like how we spent most of our first full day lost because we were trying to navigate an area that has several million people using a map that had literally 5 roads marked on it (Lenny refused to spend the $7 to buy a map the night before - so after a day of looking for race shops and being lost - he relented and we bought a map!) :)

Or about how we could not understand 93% of the people 97% of the time (it was fun imitating their accent - for example - did you know that "Charlotte" is pronounced "SHA-lat" - well now you do!) The best was when we went to a sub place where the owner was an East Indian man - he spoke fairly good English but with an accent of course - it was entertaining to watch the "Good old Boy" in front of us trying to communicate with him - they were both speaking English but nothing was going through! :) (Interestingly enough, within 3.76 seconds of me saying "hi" to the lady next to me at the Busch race on Saturday, she asked "Where y'all from anyhow?" - so maybe they weren't the only ones with accents!)

Or how about Tony Stewart was "the show" for the whole race - even if he did not win (more on that another day)

Or just about how much fun I had with Lenny! It was great! I really enjoyed hanging out with my brother - doing something fun and memorable together. We laughed lots - talked lots - took tons of pictures and have tons of memories. So over the next few days, I will share some of them with you.

But for now - below are some pictures - mostly from the first day we were at the track (Thursday). In order they are: The front straightaway at Lowes Motor Speedway, Cup cars lined up to go out on the track for practice, Jeff Gordon's #24 Dupont Chevy and (of course) Tony Stewart's #20 Home Depot Chevy.

Below that is a short video I took just to give you an idea of the speed that these cars are traveling. This is taken from up by the catch fence as the cars go into corner 1. They are slowing down and some have turned off their engines because it was a practice session (When they were going flat out, they would hit close to 200 mph where I was standing - they averaged 185 or so around the entire track - the ones with their engines off they are coasting by at approx. 170 mph). Notice how quickly they go by.

The word that kept coming to mind as I first watched these cars was "violent" - they are so loud that you had to plug your ears when you were down at the catch fence - they rumble your chest - they look as though they have no hope of turning and are going to go right into the end wall - they are big, scary, loud - and more fun than I have had in a long time! :) So - over the next few days I will try to give you a taste of that.

One last thing - I have to say "thanks" to Sara and Tracy who not only let us go on this trip, but encouraged it all the way (I think that they have big insurance policies on us that they were hoping to cash in!) Not many wives would let their husbands - especially a couple of boneheads that have the track record of doing stupid things together that Lenny and I have - go off and have fun while they held down the fort - but ours did. They are why going was fun - but coming home was better!

Enjoy! :)

A few quiet moments....

Well those of you who know us know that Tim is living his dreams and is off to the races this week. Don't worry the car you see here in no way involves Tim. Sorry maybe I should have said that sooner. He made it through all the hoops to get there and had lots to report as of last night. He will, I am sure fill the blog with many stories and such when he returns. I hate to say it out loud but it is just a little too quiet without him around. Hoping he is having the time of his life.

From Death to Life - TKP

[Editor's note: I know that some of you read this blog for its seriousness, reverence and intellectualism (well ok - lets just pretend that some do anyway) - if that is the case - boy are you going to be disappointed with this posting! I apologize in advance!]


I had a life changing experience yesterday. I ...... faith-healed my water cooler!

Yep - I know! Sounds stupid, doesn't it? But consider the source and hang with me for a moment.

It all started when I was just a gleam in my mother's eye... but we don't have to go back that far, so.....

Last week our water cooler died, so I did the only logical thing that any sane, Canadian male would do - I pouted! After that, I did the second thing that any sane, Canadian male would do - I tore it apart. I took out the circuit board - checked the transistors with my multi-tester - wiggled things around - I even did the "tried and true" fix of yelling at it and hitting things (my dad taught me that one!) - the result: Nothing! Dead as a doorknob! So for the last week we have been drinking room temperature water as the water jug drained down.

Last night, we had some friends coming for supper and we began to debate what to do with the water cooler. We had not bought a new one yet (One of us - I won't say which one - is quite cheap!!!), so we decided that the time had come to toss it outside in the trash - and then it happened!!

I know that I should be more serious and less stupid most of the time - but this time I could not help myself - so I said to Sari, "Before we take it out - I want to try to faith-heal it". She gave me one of those looks (I am surprised that she has not tired of that look yet - because I am starting to) and in my very best southern drawl, fake preacher voice, I laid my hands it and said......

"Oh Lord! You know how much we loved this water cooler.... and if you could just see it in your heart to bring it back to life - we would be forever grateful! Heal this water cooler!!"

I plugged it in - turned it on - and we have been drinking ice cold water ever since! :) (I realize that it is not exactly a "Water into wine" sort of miracle - but it was impressive to say the least!)

So I am considering a new line of work - I may open a "Small appliance Faith healing repair shop" - you know - start with blenders, maybe a hairdryer or two - maybe I can work my way up to waffle irons!!! :)

Its either that or just charge people for looking at my "miracle cooler".....

You each now owe me $5!!! (At this rate, I will collect enough to replace this one when it dies again). :)

One More Round

We got news today from Ma and Pa Muller that Dad is due for just one more round of chemo. The doctor was very pleased with his levels in his blood work and so they are saying this next round should be the last. I know many people are now touched by cancer in some way and so many will know how demoralizing it can be to have any form of the disease. I know dad was ready to retire and see the world out ahead of him, filled with so many dreams waiting for him to have the time to fulfill them. So I am asking for your prayers for dad as we continue to live in the shadow of cancer and knowing that the plans we have for us are not always what God has planned. If you are waiting for retirement to chase your dreams perhaps you shouldn't wait and if you are waiting for someone to be good to you, there really is no time like now,to be good to them. If for no other reason this past year has changed how I (we) see people and life and the urgency of loving now. I hope you will save some room in your prayers for my dad.

Two girls and an Air Hog - TKP

No "Air Hog" is not a new nickname for their Dad (though some who have heard me preach may think it is not far off) - "Air hog" is the name of the new, cool toy that the kids have.

When I was a kid, I liked any toy that flew: gliders, parachute men that you threw in the air, model rockets - didn't matter as long as it could fly - so when we were in Minot a few weeks ago and I saw this thing, I just knew that I..... I mean "the girls" just had to have it.

As you can see below - it consists of a rocket with two little airplanes attached to it.....
You use a slingshot to shoot the rockets and the airplanes into the air - "more than 5 stories up" the box said (and I would think that was close) - like so.....
The result is this.......
When the rocket gets to its "5 story tall flight" - it releases the little airplanes that then float and cruise around landing a couple of hundred feet in either direction (here is one of the kids after picking a plane up - as seen from the launch site).......

So the best parts of this....
1. It was $10
2. No batteries required
3. The kids thought it was great fun running after the airplanes
4. (Related to #3) I did not have to run after the airplanes
5. The kids were dog tired after 2 1/2 hours of running after airplanes
6. I get credit for being a "fun dad" - and I probably enjoyed it more than they did!

It is good to be a dad! :)

Minot Maniacs

Well due to overwhelming pressure from the man who has been monopolizing our family blog for goodness knows what, I decided to let those who wonder "what are the rest of you doing?" have something to read about.
We recently went on a road trip to Minot, ND. It was super fun and it was our first journey with the D's. We shopped and swam and looked at cars and motorbikes and ate out. I am sure that Tim will never be the same because I don't think he has ever survived a longer shopping trip. The rest of us loved it and so did Tim when the center of the mall fill with stock cars to drool over on the second day there.
Anyway the few days were as relaxed as we have been on holiday for a while and we all really needed the break from reality. Yes I am saying being with the D's is spaced out time.
Well back to Tim's ramblings for a while. I will be back to rescue you from him when I have a minute. :)

Your new contest = TKP

Someone asked how to pronounce "Flangerotty" - it is:

Flang - er - ot - y (just as it is spelled - b/c I spelled it phonetically)

Now - here is the real question:

"Flangerotty is used in a commercial for what product?"

(If you have been watching hockey playoffs - this should be easy to answer - as the commercial is on all the time).

Anyone brave enough to be the first to tell me? :) First correct answer gets an all expenses paid trip to Bienfait (Please note that "all expenses" have to be paid for by you yourself!) ;)

The lost has been found - TKP

If you have not read the post below - please read it first or this one will make no sense (chances are that it will make no sense either way - but it at least has a better chance if you read the other one first)

THE FLANGEROTTY HAS BEEN FOUND!!!!

I had given up on it - and then - like a miracle - I found it. This teeny, tiny little thing - I found it. It freaked me out!!!

Now, I still do not have a running mower (in fact I think I am missing another part - one related to the Flangerotty) - but at least I am getting closer.

Miracles do happen!!! Now, where is that faith-healer when I need him????? :)

Crying over my "Craftsman" - by TKP

So - have you ever had one of those days when you think, "This is going to be a nice day" - and then......

I had really good intentions of helping Sari in the yard today (cleaning up, taking stuff to the dump, power-raking the lawn with the mower), unfortunately it did not end that way.

For some reason - possibly because it saw me being happy - the lawnmower decided not start today (we have not used it this year yet), so I showed it - and tore it all apart. I had pieces spread all over the back yard ("Ha, who is laughing now", I asked it, but it said nothing) .

Unfortunately, as of 10:30 tonight, it still doesn't run (I know - hardly a success story, hey?) and, in fact, a little part (I think it is called a "Flangerotty" - though I could be wrong) - a very tiny spring from inside the carburetor float chamber, has gone AWOL. It is lost in the backyard somewhere - which is another disadvantage of not having a garage - when you drop things like "Flangerotties" (or is the plural "Flangerotti" - I am not sure) :) they get lost in the leaves, grass and other nature-type things out there (Which may be why you see very few garages with real grass on the floor).

Anywho, I am fairly certain that the "Flangerottie's" absence is not going to help me to get the mower running (I am also pretty sure that they do not just throw in extra parts for fun - though I often seem to have lots left over - "Flangerotti" are not cheap you know?)

Now - just so you don't think that I am just stupid (I can hear you when you say those things you know) I do know what I am doing. I took automotive courses in school and have kept 5 old mowers at our Bible camp running through many a summer of neglect and harsh treatment (from me that is - the other people who use them are very nice to them).

In the end, I took the carb off (8 times - seriously), took the head off, cleaned the valves and cleaned, checked and adjusted the magneto (Which, by the way, I had to get Sari out there to help with. She tried starting the mower while I held onto the spark plug wire. Not surprisingly, I got quite a shock from it - then she proceeded to pull the rope like 3489789347 more times... and you all think that she is so nice and sweet) and then - of course - I lost the "Flangerotty" for the second (and final time) in the day.

So, after working from noon till 7:39:33 tonight - nothing! Well - not quite nothing! I had to drain the gas several times.... I can't remember several significantly large portions of the afternoon - but (on the bright side) I did feel quite happy about the whole thing - if you know what I mean. :)

So - if any of you have a spare "Flangerotty" - or know a good "Lawnmower faith healer" - please give me a call will you?

(PS. Yes - I know it is not really called a "Frangerotty" - I just like saying it) :)

My little SUVs - by TKP

SUVs (Sport Utility Vehicles) are really great because they are dual purpose - they are tough enough to work hard and yet they are pretty enough to take out for a night on the town.

For years (and for those same reasons) I have referred to Sari as my SUV (surprisingly - she takes it as a compliment) :) - now we are raising some little ones of our own.

As you can see below - girly girls these ain't....



My goals here are many......

1. Raising non-girly girls (See "SUV" above)

2. Spending time with them doing something they wanted to do. Fortunately, I like this much better than playing with Barbies! (I DO TOO LIKE HOCKEY BETTER THAN BARBIES!!!! Those other stories about me are just total fabrications with no grounding in reality.)

3. Playing road hockey two little girls is very good for the ego - makes you feel like Wayne Gretzky (Well - it would if I was not so out of shape - those little girls can run for a long, long time - and I am getting old, ya know?)

4. It is a "Daddy Dating Strategy" - I am hoping that playing hockey will teach them to fight, use their elbows and be mean - something that I think will come in handy for them when they start dating - in 20 years or so.

Girly girls are great - but I will take SUVs anyday! :)

(Ps. We were in Minot last week and the mall was full of stock cars - too bad for me hey? One of the cars had a "M.A.D.D." sticker on it - "Mothers Against Drunk Driving". On the other side it had a "D.A.D.D." sticker - "Dads Against Daughters Dating" - I think I am going to sign up for that group!)

Why I am suing "Estevan Student Basketball Association" (or "How to hurt yourself while playing basketball with a group of 8 year olds") TKP

Ok - I am not actually considering suing anyone (mostly because the people at fault are all related to me and - therefore - I would end up paying damages to myself) but I did have an interesting evening with Megan's "basketball windup party".

Somehow I missed the message that the last night was a "Parents vs the kids" night. So when we got there I (being the "in tune with my kids" dad that I am) said "Oh, well! That is too bad! Maybe next year! Are they serving hot dogs at this thing?" The look that I received (one that I have seen from her mother several hundred times) told me that I was going to have to race all the way back home to get stuff so that I could play.

So, driving like a wild man (well - as wild as one can drive in a Chevy Venture minivan) I made it home in record time. I ran in the house, went to the bedroom, changed and then thought, "Where are my gym shoes?" Realizing that they were downstairs, I proceeded to run down the stairs, through the family room and down the hallway to the room that has some of my sports stuff in it. Now, being the energy conscious guy that I am (read "cheap") and being in a big hurry, I did not turn on the basement lights - so here is what my basement looked like to me.....
Had I turned on the light, here is what the hallway would have actually looked like.......
As you can plainly see, my eldest daughter (because she needed room to play "Dance Dance Revolution") shoved the coffee table across the room and into the hallway (something that they have been asked NOT to do 940386589078945790480 times - yes I have counted!)

So I come running as fast as I can through the dark basement ("Parent/kid basketball" had been going for more than 5 minutes by now and I just knew that - if I did not hurry - all the big time scouts would be gone and I would miss my big chance to break into the NBA - something I had been dreaming about for.... like... 5 minutes at least) and I run headlong right into the coffee table. Actually, I ran "Knees-long" into the table, then fell over on top of it and pushed it (at a tremendous speed) 3 feet down the hall right into (and partially through) the wall at the end (as the following pictures will show).....

So - I was not very happy at that point (to say the least). I would have posted more pictures - like the big bloody scrape that I got - but let's just say that the censors would not allow it and leave it at that, shall we?. :)

Now my knees hurt and are swollen, my back hurts and - to top it all off - I was right..... by the time I got back there the scouts were gone! Can you believe that???? I would have impressed them too - you should have seen me block that blonde kid (I don't know why she was crying - bloody noses don't hurt that much!)

Oh well - it was worth it. It was fun playing with them. The real star of the team is below. :)

Dirt Tracking - TKP

So most of you know that I have my motorcycle license and a Honda street bike, but I got to do something today that I have never done before - thanks to my buddy Erin, I got to go rip around on a dirt bike.

Now I have to admit, I was a little concerned about it - street bikes and dirt bikes are completely different animals.... but as you can see in the picture below - I think I got the hang of it quite quickly!


Ok - so maybe that isn't a picture of me - and maybe that is not "exactly" how I was riding - and maybe it did hurt my feelings just a little bit when that little four year old girl went flying past me on her motorcycle (the language kids use these days - it is shocking!) - but I still had a good time.

Earlier in the day at church, Erin was telling me that riding a dirt bike is really tiring and made him sore - I can see why now! (Well - not that I was going fast enough to be sore - but some of those other guys..... not to mention that little girl!)

But I did get some air - plowed through a ton of mud - dumped the bike (twice) - it was great! The best part was that in the end I handed all the muddy, soaking wet gear (not to mention the incredibly muddy motorcycle) back to Erin and he was stuck cleaning it all up! :)

It was a great way to spend a beautiful, 25 degree, sunny Sunday afternoon!


PS. A month ago or so I said that I would give $5 to anyone who could do the rap part from the BNL song "One week" (they had to do it as fast as Ed does and not mess it up - not even one little mistake). Eric Bailey wrote back and said that is wife, Erica, could do it. I said that she would have to prove it before I would send the money. Guess who was in church this morning all the way from Kenora, Ontario. And guess who showed off her "One week" rapping talent (unaccompanied, I might add). I was truly impressed! Unfortunately, I did not have the $5 on me, so .... the cheque is in the mail, Erica. No really - it is! :)

Birthday Girl???

Birthdays now a days have really changed. I don't ever recall being crowned with moose antlers and having strange people sing songs that really don't even resemble "Happy Birthday" to me all while trying to avoid slapping one of them silly with the horns as I spin around trying to decide where to look. This was the end of a crazy day spent in Regina with four pre teen gals who think they are 22. Now there were only four of them but it was all a small nigling (sp) reminder that I have lost a tiny bit of my screaming like a little girl faze somewhere along the way. We went shopping and to the science centre and to the Imax and to Ruckers(arcade) and then out for supper followed by a stop at Starbucks and home again all in the span of about 8 hours. It was the best birthday party I have ever planned and mostly because I didn't plan it. The girls did all that and we were tired, but really sold on the idea of doing something together being more important than getting presents and eating too much cake...don't get me wrong we did eat, the birthday girl even had ribs, all her own, for the first time. We had a blast and we're pretty sure the moose hat trend is catching on in Europe so it won't be long until everyone will be wearing them. A great excuse to whack someone by "accident" if they ruin your party. :)