Well, Ken got stuck working all night last night, which meant he was home all day today. Since we never seem to see daddy anymore, I suggested that we all go do something fun as a family. We ended up going to a go-kart place I see all the time off the interstate, (the title of this post is a link to it,) and we all had a pretty good time. Riley and Shannon were able to drive mini go-karts twice, they each got to ride with daddy in a Grand Prix go-kart, they did a round of putt-putt, and they got to shoot really big paintball guns!
The go-karts were the big draw, and it was fun to see Riley and Shannons' faces as they went lap after lap, (a camera would have portrayed this well, but someone never thinks to bring it on day trips...) Anyhow, as the boys got the feel of driving the karts, Ken and I began cheering them on, encouraging one or the other to pass on the inside, give it some gas, accelerate already!
After trading off on the lead position a few times, Shannon put his NASCAR knowledge to use. He started crowding Riley out each time it looked like Riley was moving in for a pass, and before you know it, Shannon had crowded Riley right into the guardrail thereby stalling Riley's kart. Riley looked totally baffled as he found himself motionless on the track, but Shannon just kept on going. Took care of that little nuisance, I guess!
Anyhow, it was a nice warm day, and the place was not very busy so it was great to be outside. Corey, of course, hated the noise the karts made, hated the noise of the paintball guns even more, and didn't want to be in the sun for putt-putt. Therefore, Corey and I just hung out in the arcade and worked our way through $9 worth of tokens.
We ended up playing skee-ball most of the time, well, if you can call it playing skee-ball. It was more like Corey would throw the hard wooden balls and I would fetch them for him. Or he would roll them up the ramp and they would roll right back to him. A few times he rolled them onto MY game right next to his, once even scoring ten points for me. We spent a lot of time working on his form, and soon congratulations were in order: he was finally able to simply throw the ball hard enough so that it didn't continuously roll back to him. Zero points, of course, but still high-fives all around!
The boys had so much fun, they didn't bother fighting or whining for the entire 45 minutes it took us to get home, therefore we all considered this to be a successful day.
5 comments:
Sounds like the kids had a ball !!
Was it an "indoor driving range"???????
Love, Flea
Hilarious, Flea! I remember that night, it was you, me, Paul and Jeff, no?
The sad thing is, out by the airport now, there IS an indoor driving range (for go-karts.)
Speaking of driving, remember when you were driving up the mountain in Colorado going about 25 with me in hysterics in the back seat?
What is it about you and stick-shift station wagons that scare the heck outta me?
It was the four of us, good times! I wonder what Paul is doing now. Last I hear he was living in New Orleans, but that was a few years back.
You have always thought I was a crappy driver! I drive a stick shift PT Cruiser now so when you come to see me you will still think my driving stinks!
Love,
Flea
I can't help it, girl, look who taught you to drive! (Sister Shannon and boyfriend at the time, scary business!)
What happened to the VW Bug? Andrew and Charlie talk you into ditching it after they crammed into it one too many times?
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