exhaust piiiipes

Along with bees there is a fascination with exhaust pipes. I couldn't
count on both hands how many times I hear the words 'exhaust pipes' in
one day. I went from thinking it was funny, to being slightly annoyed,
back to thinking it's funny. Heck, I've even joined in. We drive
around Wink-town in search of a 'two-er' or if you're lucky, a
'four-er'. You see, Bill and Snax actually think the more exhaust pipes
a vehicle has the faster it goes. Unfortunately my car is a 'one-er'.
The other day Snax consoled me, "But it's okay, Mom. You're car is
still pretty fast." I've posed this question to them, "We've seen cars
with one exhaust pipe, two exhaust pipes, or four exhaust pipes. Why
don't they ever have three exhaust pipes?" We don't know why, but we've
excepted that. And Snax posed this question to me: "how fast would a
car go if it had 183 exhaust pipes?" I told him it'd be able to shoot
to the moon with that many exhaust pipes. He was pleased with that
answer. When and if we ever shop for a new vehicle one of my criteria
will definitely be that it needs to at least be a 'two-er'.

bee-utiful brotherly love....it's sweet as honey

Snax has been busy catching bees in his net for his brother Bill cuz he
knows his brother Bill loves honey. Snax has it all worked out. "I'll
'cotch' the bees for Bill, then I'll kill them and squish the honey out
of 'em so Bill can have some for breakfast." Isn't that.....sweet?

July long was too short.

The whole Loewen gang headed up to Clear Lake for July long weekend.
The only bad thing about the weekend was having to come home.

snax turns 4!

We celebrated in style for Snax Beef's fourth birthday. I felt bad for
the guy because his last two birthdays fell on big transitional periods
for our family. His second birthday was our first day in PNG, and his
third birthday fell on the day we moved to Madang. Sometimes all the
birthday hoopla seems a little crazy. I kinda envied Papua New
Guineans. Most of them didn't know their birth dates. Actually most of
them didn't even know how old they were. It just didn't matter. BUT I
am Canadian and in Canada we celebrate birthdays. Most of us these days
probably even know the time we were born.

Okay enough of that. Back to Snax Beef and HIS birthday. I'll start
out saying that we have the nicest neighbors you could ever have. They
are so genuine and it feels like we've been neighbors forever (even
though it's only been two months). Our neighbor also happens to be the
Fire Chief, so thanks to him Snax and Co. had a grand tour of the new,
state-of-the-art fire station. It was cool and as my friend Heather
said to a four year old it must feel like winning the lottery. The kids
had a fun AND educational time. The Fire Chief taught us the difference
between good fires and bad fires, how to stop, drop, and roll, what kids
should do if they find matches or lighters, and that we shouldn't be
afraid of firefighters because they are here to help us. THEN we got to
see the fire trucks up close. We even got to sit in them. Snax, being
the birthday boy got the privilege of sitting on to of the ladder
truck. Lucky guy!

Later on that evening we had everyone back at our place to eat yummy
food and play a few games. We had a fish themed party because you all
know Snax and his brother Bill are quite the avid fishermen. Snax even
got a pair of goldfish for his birthday (affectionately known as "Mikey
the Pikey and Big Bite"). The party couldn't have gone better and after
all the planning and prep this mama is pooped. We brought Snax Beef's
fourth birthday in with a whole lot of gusto and that's pretty darn
awesome, Papua New Guinean or not.

The Farm Kings