Storytime, Final Chapter

“That’s what your father told everyone after ‘The Incident’ because he didn’t want anybody to know the truth” said Martella, without a trace of her accent.

“Before I ask about that, what happened to your Russian accent?” asked Mikey.

“For some reason, Koko only understands commands when someone speaks with a heavy accent. Watch! Koko, open the door.”

Koko just stands there.

“Koko, open zee doorrrrr,” asked Martella with her heavy accent. Koko went to the door, opened it and ambled outside to stand guard in case more bad guys showed up.

“Ok, what truth were you talking about?”

“That becoming stuck in a timeloop is a fate worse than death. You see, after the New Year’s party in 1940 where your grandfather first confided in me the secrets of the green potion just after we got married, I became obsessed with using it. However, during my first attempt, I drank too much and became lost in time. I would randomly be flung to anywhere at any time. I saw the pyramids being constructed, King Arthur’s court, some guy surfing a tsunami wave with a dynamite vest near Sydney, even my own birth. I could never control it though.”

“Wow, that sounds both great and horrible. How did you escape the time loop?” Mikey inquired.

“When your grandfather gave you the bottle, the willing transfer of the potion broke the time loop. I knew instantly that was what happened and I tried to get here in time to say goodbye to him, but since he was so old, once he gave up custody of the potion, he only had minutes left. I managed to get here just in time to say my goodbyes to him.”

“I’m glad you did, Grandma. But what do I do now?”

“That’s up to you, Mikey. I’m too old for more time-traveling adventures, and I certainly don’t want to risk getting stuck in another loop. You’re now the guardian of the potion. Keep it safe and enjoy!”

Mikey smiled at his newly-found grandmother. “I’m done time-traveling for now as well. But who knows what the future may hold for me? Or the past, for that matter. Let’s just enjoy the present while you’re still here.”

Story time chapter 9

"Rawrrr!" roared the gorilla creature as he pounced on the two goons, bowling them over. Their sausage-like fingers released Mikey and he was able to break away and clutch the bottle of potion closer to himself, protecting it from further harm. He was in luck though, as both of the hefty men seemed to be knocked out cold. But the gorilla wasn't done. He rounded on Mikey next, his snarling grin creeping closer and closer to Mikey's small frame.
"Koko, zat is eenough!" cried a voice in heavily accented English. The source soon followed as Martella burst into the room, her tennis racket held aggressively in front of her. The gorilla immediately stopped in his tracks, cowering submissively in front of the tiny old woman.
"Grandma?!" exclaimed Mikey incredulously. "Is that really you? I thought you were dead!"

Seattle Trip

So since my one trip to Seattle was technically after Lindsay and I started dating (we had gone on one date), I was there for a completely different purpose that time. Add in the fact that Coleen and Oliver will be spending most of their time up in Edmonton in the future, we decided to go introduce me to Mercer Island before it was too late.


We had all sorts of fun adventures up there this last weekend, but I'll let Lindsay tell you about the Japanese Garden since that was her idea. You can find that (and the trip to CenturyLink Stadium (formerly Qwest Stadium)) upcoming on our personal blog. Here, I get to tell you about:

The Boat.

We were a bit concerned about taking out the boat this time. Oliver had to change his flight so that he was arriving in the afternoon, so we weren't sure we'd get to take the boat out. Plus, Jordan had reported engine troubles as well. However, we decided to give it a shot.

After a refueling "mishap" (that left the boat still smelling like gas when we put it back in the garage) we were able to get it into the water. Holding our breath, we tried to start it and.....




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....it started up just fine. We made our way over to Ivar's and Kidd Valley for some fish n' chips and milkshakes for dessert. We also enjoyed picture-perfect weather that day and made it back to the dock as the sun was setting.


Looks like everyone had a great time!

Story Time Chapter 8

I was waiting to read Melissa's skillfully crafted chapter but have heard that she is lost in moving boxes, so you, gentle readers, will now read this pale substitute...

Mikey could feel the dizziness and blurring of vision that he knew signaled the end of another memorable time travel session. The potion was wearing off and he knew that soon he would be back at the nursing home. He hoped that the two goons were gone. As he slowly faded out he noticed Michael's ponytail morphing into jerry curls. He felt a few seconds of intense cold and blackness as he spun through time, and then he crashed into the sitting room of the nursing home, almost impaling himself on the knitting needles of a startled grannie. He looked around for the two goons, but he was too slow as they grabbed him from behind and pinned his arms before he could reach the green bottle.

"No more time travel for you, Sonny" they hissed. "Why did that old coot Davis give the bottle to a child? He could fracture the space-time continuum and kill us all! We're taking you and the bottle back to Control."

Just then a huge gorilla like creature crashed through the door and moved menacingly toward them.

Hey there

Hey guys-
Sorry I've been so busy and out of it, life is just INSANE right now. I would love to see what you think about this mormon missionary project I've been working on- here's a little bit of it.
Thanks!

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Happy Canada Day!

Happy Birthday Julian and Caleb!

Story time- Chptr 7

The fog slowly drifted onto the darkened stage as Michael Jackson bounced up and down in the wings, awaiting his cue. But he was also signaling for help with something. A stage hand rushed over and reconnected the metronome chord that ran through to Jackson's ear. Mikey heard a loud click as the wires meshed. 'Thanks!' Jackson said, 'now I will know for sure when to start singing. It can get confusing with all the dance moves.' The techi gave him a heavy, approving pat on the back and moved the huge gorilla mask from a table to a stand closer to the stage. Jackson warmed up his arms and hands by raising them to the 'thriller' move, and jerked his head to the beat of the music playing. He looked thrilled to go on stage and gave a quick look to his stylist for a go ahead. She hurried over and pulled a few strands of hair loose from Jackson's ponytail. 'There,' she said, 'perfect!' He smiled, clapped his hands, then ran onstage just in time for his cue as the crowd went ballistic.