Showing posts with label Minions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Minions. Show all posts

Sunday, April 10, 2016

A Hitching in Scenic... Romulus

Keepin' it classy.
Hi, America.

We had the opportunity to drive half-way across the state this weekend.  All the way down to that beautiful epicenter of culture that is. . . Romulus, Michigan.  The sort of place where you can order a salisbury steak and an omelet at a strip club.

Anyway, we had a wedding to go to, and fortunately for us the reception wasn't being held at the Landing Strip.  Kris' little cousin Alicia was getting married to some guy at a local, hate-spewing, fundi-Christian church, with a reception to follow at the local VFW hall.  We ended up setting up headquarters at Kris' Aunt Margie's house, where we had previously spent Thanksgiving, and Kris' sister, Jessica, was able to fly into town from Texas.

So the Hough girls were able to hang out with their long-lost cousins, Isis and Ben, and get their annual allotment of Minions and sugar.

Check it out. . .

She's a weird kid.  Margie had a lot of baby stuff set up in the spare bedroom for her one-year-old grandson, so of course our kids felt it necessary to dig it all out and play with it.
The girls had been looking forward to checking in on the world's largest yellow lab, Captain, next door at Kris' uncle Wayne's house.  Dude's the size of a frickin' horse.  And it's 100% yellow lab, too.
Margie, Isis and Ben playing Just Dance on the Wii.  Those kids love videogames.
Abby and Isis playing with some Disney Princess thing Abby got at Christmas from a relative.  Kids are easily entertained.
On to Mario. . .
This is where Ben camped out for the majority of the day.  Pretty sure he wore knee spots into the floor rug.
Margie and Pat's
Suiting up for the wedding (I had very little to do with any of this.)
Isis, getting her hair did.
A little granulated, but here's the Hough family.  A little cleaned up.
Margie's place (and Wayne's in the background.)
Packed in and ready for nuptials. . .
Happy, happy Kris.
Ted Cruz country.
Following the wedding ceremony (in which Abby threw a tantrum for not being able to sit next to her cousin, and just about every single person in the audience - aside from us - seemed to have a speaking part in the service), we drove five minutes down the road to the VFW hall.  We were some of the first few people there.
Table center pieces.
(LED candles, people.)
Cousins
These things were pure sugar.  So of course we let our kids chow down on them.
'Merica.
A cousin pic for Grandma Jordan. 
More of the usual (you can tell which ones are Houghs.)
Selfies

(I have weird roommates.)
Bride and Groom
The girls spent a lot of time ordering drinks at the bar.  Not sure how the bartenders felt about that, but I didn't care too much.
Gossiping
Kris' extended family spends a lot of time on their phones.
That's Kris' uncle Jeff (her dad's youngest brother.)  And here we see Abby's been given a phone to keep her busy, as wedding receptions get pretty boring for little kids after awhile.
The Maid of Honor's speech, an hour into the bridal party's drinking bonanza, was prepared about two minutes before she went on.  That, coupled with booze, made for a pretty. . . 'colorful' toast.  Needless to say, Kris felt it necessary to cover Abby's ears (a ridiculous amount of f-bombs. . . not sure how all the grandparents in attendance felt about that.)
Queens of the dance floor
Prof. Hough.
The traditional Bride and Groom's dance. . . featuring Alayna.
An impromptu conga line.  This was a reoccurring theme throughout the reception.
. . . and of course this happened.
Ben was pretty pissed from the beginning of this reception until the end (he's autistic, so large social events like this can obviously be pretty problematic.)
Ben caught the. . . whatever that is. 
After the reception, back at Margie's.  This was some Minions night light, but the kids had a riot pretending it was a fortune teller's crystal ball.

- Brian

Friday, February 12, 2016

"A Day at the Races," or "Cannonball Run"

I've never been much of a "handy" sort of guy.  I don't know my way around plumbing, I couldn't tell you how many times I nearly lost a finger in Woodshop Class back in 8th grade.  All in all, I'm not the sort of dad one turns to when a woodworking project is afoot.

Fortunately, my step-dad, John, is, and so he's the guy I turned to when we learned that Alayna's Brownie troop would be participating in the 2016 Midland area Pinewood Derby Race.

To her credit, Alayna designed the car herself, fashioned after one of those obnoxious Minions characters, and ended up painting 90%, too.  When we showed up to some Lutheran church on St. Andrews Street for the actual races, we saw that quite a large majority of the cars present clearly weren't made by children.  Now, of course, our car definitely had some adult input go into it:  John shaped the car himself (call me crazy, but I don't necessarily trust the Cannonball with a table saw), and he adjusted the weight to make it as heavy as possible, yet still within the 5 oz limit.  But Alayna participated in the entire process, which she was insistent upon from the get-go.

What we ended up with was a formidable pinewood car that outperformed most of the other cars in its class.

Behold. . .

The girls position themselves near the finish line of the race track (Abby's not wearing her vest because the Daisies didn't participate in these races.)
We showed up about 45 minutes early, which was awesome because we snagged front-row seats and the place soon became standing-room only (I was definitely glad I grabbed a mono-pod and a telephoto lens.)
Gossip among the brownies.
This was a pretty hardcore track set up they had going on here.  The cars were assigned a color (here, Alayna's car was racing on the Yellow Track.)  Each track has a digital trigger that starts a stopwatch, hooked up to a computer, that stops once the car crosses a second trigger at the end of the track.  The time is then displayed next to the racer's name, along with their placement in the run.  

Each girl scout would end up racing four times throughout the course of the evening, and their times were averaged together.

Alayna would end up racing twice within the first twenty minutes, then not race again for nearly an hour.  She finished third place the first time (while on the Yellow Track) and second place the second time (racing on the Green, shown here.)
Making the social rounds
For us spectators, this got pretty boring.  John and I passed the time by keeping an eye on the girls' times, as the racers were broken up into age categories in order to keep the races remotely fair.
Alayna's third race ended up happening twice, as they had some kind of a computer glitch that failed to record the race times the first time through.  Coincidentally, it was the only time throughout the evening something like that happened. . . so of course it happened to my kid.
(Alayna's car was on the Red Track for these two races.)
Both times she raced during this particular run she placed first. . . which, in hindsight, I wish the judges would have taken into consideration.
Alayna's time is displayed in the column second from right.
Hours into the races.  We ended up being there about 3 1/2 hours, total.  Thank Jebus this only happens once a year. . .
The last of Cannonball's Runs, this time racing the Blue Line.  Right out of the gate, you can see here, she's beginning to edge ahead of the other cars (which, if you look closely, are mostly an inch tall and weighted for speed.)
Celebrating the end of a long, LONG day at the 'Derby.
Announcing the winners in multiple categories (you can see Alayna at right in the vest.)  They gave 1st, 2nd and 3rd place awards in each age bracket, plus a consolation prize for most patriotic, funniest design, and most creative (unfortunately, these three prizes were out of all of the combined age groups, not per age group.) Competition was pretty fierce this year, and unfortunately Alayna didn't get a trophy (although, to be honest, from what John and I figured out by averaging the times, Alayna definitely placed in the top 5 for speed.)
As far as those other consolatory awards go, there were a few minions cars on hand, so her car - despite being one of the more prolific in her age bracket - was lost in the crowd.  Some pretty cool designs to be had, though (an ice cream sandwich, a hot dog, a club sandwich, a pick up truck hauling a Christmas tree, etc.)
The Team
To the Almost Victor Goes the Almost Spoils (. . . in this case, a "Participant" medal.)

- Brian