Super Suppers

I started my new job at Super Suppers this week. I have been very busy trying to learn new things and put in my time as the low man on the totem pole. Next week I will be out with my new boss, LeAnn Brown, on calls trying to drum up some business and what-not. The boys have been really good at helping out around the house, dishes, trash, laundry, etc. I couldn't ask for a better set of hands to help out.

Now, LeAnn is also known around our house as "Grandma Brown". Grandma Brown belongs to Sophie's family. Sophie is Zak's girl friend who her mom, Erlita, used to babysit for us during the week and hopefully will start up again soon?!?! Zak misses Sophie soooo much and I am sure she misses him just as much.

We must be crazy...

This is my friend Connie, we are crazy....since we volunterred last year, why not do it again!?!? The only problem is, we volunteered for someone's hobby, to run. It couldn't be to help the children, feed the hungry or anything else that may change a person's life, the world, pr anything else useful. So we are to be there at 5:30 in the morning to start setting up baracades on the roads. The race doesn't start until 8 a.m., so why so early you ask??? That is because Wichita is full of ding-dongs. If there is a baracade in the middle of the road, why do you proceed to pull up, move it, drive by it and the not put it back? If there are peopld standing around the intersection yelling at you "STOP, WAIT, YOU CAN'T DRIVE HERE...THERE ARE RUNNERS ON THE TRACK" why keep going? I guess that is what we enjoyed (being rude and knowing we will get away with it) and supporting the athletes (aka joggers, sunday mall walkers whatever you want to call them).


I don't know if anyone is aware that Wichita has a festival every year (The River Fest) to celebrate the wonderful river we have flowing thru this great city of ours. Now, let's not forget that this river is so discusting that the water has to be tested every year to make sure it will be safe for the rafters to be on the river. This is the kind of river that if you get splashed or dip your toes in, you want to go straight over the the emergancy room and get some sort of disinfecting shot to make sure you will live through the night.

Ok, so back to the river run. Sure it was fun, we got to be rude to the terrible drivers who think they are better than everyone else, get free krispy creams and a pop. You may be questioning who else is as crazy and Connie and I were to be out there in the cold, sprinkling, windy city; well, that was my mom and Ken...

The only thing wrong was that they had a golf cart (the slowest one ever made, but they had one) so they could fly up and down the blocks with their radio all official and in charge. They were taken more seriously that anyone else was. Oh, I almost forgot, we had about 50 Army men and women volunteer to help out too. They did a great job of standing up straight. Not to harp on them, they did a great job by helping out, but come on.....help a sister out and DO YOUR JOB!! You wonder why we have the be there 2 1/2 hours before the race starts, the rest of us had to get the cars off the road!
Anyway, enough of me complaining and my lack of rest. I was happy to help out with the race, it was good times had by all.