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soaking wet dead rabbits

What in the world is a soaking wet dead rabbit, you ponder. Well it is a bit of long story, hence the blog. You see we weren’t doing much on Labor Day, so we decided to make a few calls and see if anyone wanted to do a little bbqing. We ended up having a few people show up for some impromptu unplanned bbq action. Surprise, one of those groups was the Daniels clan. Prior to all this, we had been enjoying selling stuff on Craigslist, lots of stuff; It is quite addicting. One of the things we had for sale was a drum set, which I had put outside the garage waiting for the intended buyers. Just Prior to this, Ben had gotten an electric guitar for his birthday, with an amp. And if you have ever come over for a late night Karaoke session, you know we always have microphone on hand. Now, the stage is set, literally.

So as the adults sat inside chatting and eating, we started hearing some “music” coming from outside. I snuck out to investigate and what I saw was a garage band, or more literally an outside the garage band. Jace had taken lead on the guitar, Ben had started drumming (which I did not know he could do or I would not have sold the drums) Kayden had grabbed some maracas and Jo/ Livy was playing the keyboard, all outside the garage. And the shocker of it all, it actually sounded pretty decent, at least as good as some of the videos I have seen on YouTube. The best part, it was an impromptu jam, which has never happened at our house, unless you include Tracy and I screaming Air Supply songs at the top of our lungs, which if done in the right room are quite touching. It actually made me feel like we were the “cool house” even more than usual.

I know, I know what does this have to do with soaking wet dead rabbits!? Well, you see during all this Livy and Livy were up to something, sneaking around the house. We could tell the two animal lovers were trying to accomplish some wilderness adventure, and soon we found out what it was. They had found a dead rabbit near the neighbor’s house and decided to carry it around and show people. It was quite a lovely endeavor for two pretty young ladies, and pretty much right up their alley. Immediately we yelled at them to throw that thing away, the same way we did with the dead birds, dead mice, dead hamsters and dead critter they had found over the years.

Then, at some point Angie was commenting about the day and mentioned those darn girls and that “soaking wet dead rabbit”. Instantly it struck me, that is the name of the band. They sound, look, and were born on the day of the “soaking wet dead rabbit”. So stay tuned to your YouTube, iTunes and Zune because very soon I predict the first single will be released of the Soaking Wet Dead Rabbits, followed by a live concert at our place. You’ll just have to dodge a few dead animals along the way.  And if it goes well, I predict an Air Supply cover band will soon follow, with yours truly as the lead.

Until then, please for you to enjoy, the first two songs combined into one, from the Soaking Wet Dead Rabbits ( with special guest Jrew Dee on vocals)


Austin’s fish follies

Certainly catching a pollock would be the highlight of any trip,none-the-less I felt some more fishing was in order.  So the boys and I did some old-fashioned dip netting, and brought Austin along for the ride, little did we know.

It just so happened we went on a day when the fish were literally pouring into the river. In fact, I think it was the best dipping I have ever seen. The problem with good dipnetting is that it is extremely addictive and very hard to stop, especially when the fishing is good.

Heading out after the "not so elusive" red salmon

Now the way the personal use / dipnet fishery works is that you get 25 fish for the head of the household and then 10 fish per each household member. So if you do the math, that means I am allowed 105 fish on my permit. You can bet that makes me a popular person to bring on your boat when you go dipnetting. Normally it is kind of hard to go over limit with me around. In fact, not only do I not want my limit, the closest I ever got was 92 reds. That was way too many.

We found the "not so elusive" red salmon

However the summer of 2010 turned out to eclipse that. In fact, it was a virtual fish blood path, a feeding frenzy of fish, a plethora of pescado, a lot of fish. If you were on the boat or even near the boat you got bathed in fish blood and guts. I know it sounds disgusting, but it was very manly for those of us to experience it. Although I only kept about half, the cleaning, smoking and prepping still took some time. In the end, as always, it was worth it.

The aftermath and premath of a night of cleaning for me.

We managed to get a few more fishing trips in for Austin. We spent an afternoon chasing red salmon, and he caught on quickly. He landed three red salmon all by himself with a fly rod, a not so easy task, as those who have tried knows. One of them he managed to hook legally and we kept that one for him to bring home.

Trying for some kings on Ninilchik

Dorian and Austin working it for the reds the old-fashioned way

Fish On!

Fish UP!

Fish Landed!

Any excuse to go fishing is welcomed, but I find that my absolute favorite times to fish are those times when I get to take a kid or an out-of- stater that has never caught a fish up here. For some reason I get more joy seeing them hook up a salmon, or halibut, or any species of prized pesces. Of course, like I said before, any excuse to go fishing.

Don't even think about it Austin! That eagle had the fish first.


The Godfrey Goonies

With a family our size, there have often been references to the Brady Bunch or Partridge Family. For those of you too young to recall, these were 70’s TV show icons. The Brady Bunch was cool, and they had some talent, especially in choreography:

But the one that I have often dreamed we were like was the Partridge Family. Here was a family that was a full band. They traveled the world, their misadventures shared through the magic of television. They had kids that sang ( David Cassidy), a kid that played the piano, a kid that played guitar, a seven-year old drummer, a five-year old tambourine player, and a mom that played the keyboard and tambourine. They would make the most wholesome teeny bopper pop music. See for yourself, if you dare.

Why I am writing about the Partridge family? Well, I thought maybe our family could be the next Partridge family. We only have one hurdle, and it’s a very small one; There are only 3 of us with any musical talent at all. Obviously we have other skills, like my surfing. But musically, Tracy & Ben can sing, and Livy can play the piano. Dont’ get me wrong, I sing a lot, and I sing loudly, just not well. Dorian hasn’t sung a note since he was three, Alli, well Alli tries hard, and she is an excellent dancer. Jeremy is learning to play the guitar, with a heavy emphasis on learning. Kassie, she is a very good smiler and gymnast, but I don’t know how much that would help us.  Jake and Jo, well they actually sing a lot, but only when they think no one is watching, usually while going potty. So performing live could be an issue.

The reason I bring this up today is because, like they often do, my children surprised me with a performance. Now when they perform, they don’t sing or really do anything, they just dress up come find us, and do their best to look cool. This is the outcome:

The Godfrey Goonies, from left to right: Jammin Jerms, Krooning Kass, Bopping Benny, Lovely Liv, and their security guard, Jive Jake.

So for any of you talent agents out there, you can clearly see we have almost all the bases covered, a large family, a diverse family, awesome attitudes, fraught with misadventures, willing to travel, and THE LOOK! If Milli Vanilli could do it, why can’t we? I, as the manager of this up and coming band, or shall I say musical dynasty, can be contacted via the comments section. We look forward to performing, uhhh standing in front of you.


Summer of Soccer

Finally the soccer season has come to close. Unfortunately it ended with Jerms team losing at the state tournament, so it was a bittersweet ending to be sure. However it has been a great summer of soccer. The sport has brought us to Anchorage multiple times and Fairbanks, ending with the state cup here in Kenai. During our travels we got to visit my sister and her ever increasing family, some long lost friends from Kodiak, the Wolffs, who were on the precipice of moving to Seattle from Fairbanks. The Coons who now reside in Fairbanks, and of course my Mom who is still in Eagle River.

Jake and Isiah in action, aka the hooded wonder.

Jake and Isiah in action, aka the hooded wonder.

Best friends, terrible defensemen

Best friends, terrible defensemen

picture time

picture time, not the gum in Jake's mouth and the tongue in Saih's mouth.

rarely seen without his orange hoody that gave him special soccer powers.

rarely seen without his orange hoody that gave him special soccer powers.

I must admit, prior to coaching soccer or watching the kids play soccer, I was not a huge fan. I did not understand the appeal. I mean there are no home runs or slam dunks or three pointers, and what the heck is up with the offsides? Then the refs are always playing with cards and waving flags, it seemed more like a parade at times. Now, well now it is a different story. I have come to learn and appreciate the nuances of the game, the beauty of a perfectly set up cross, the thrill of a header goal, the rarity of a blocked penalty kick, the trickery of offsides, and the amazing full speed footwork, all of it, to me, has become interesting and enjoyable. Even the refs and line judges have felt the wrath of my tongue, a sure sign that I am enjoying the sport I am watching. I will even admit I have actually chosen, not by accident like at a sport’s restaurant, but chosen to put the t.v. on a channel where a World Cup soccer match is being played and watched it. Soccer players are incredible athletes that have earned my admiration.

Livy in action on the best coached team in the league

Livy in action on the best coached team in the league

Livy playing some deadly D

Livy playing some deadly D

the boys can't keep their eyes of the game....

the boys can't keep their eyes of the game....

...neither can the girls.

...neither can the girls.

or "headphones" some of you may know her as Alli.

or "headphones" some of you may know her as Alli.

I guess it is like anything else,when you take the randomness out of it and understand the order of what is being played out before you eyes, then you can appreciate the beauty of what is occurring. It also helps if your kids are participating so you feel vested in the outcome therefore peaking your emotions and proclivity to care. It probably doesn’t hurt that unlike football, the weather is often warm, and you get to sit on the sidelines in comfy lawn chair coaching a prefect game with all the other sideline dads, with no risk. So today’s post and pictures are dedicated to the summer of soccer and the joy, exhilaration, frustration and aggravation it brought to our family; or in other words, LIFE.

Jeremy running for the snack.

Jeremy running for the snack.

must be some pizza straight ahead!

must be some pizza straight ahead!

Jerms clearing the ball

Jerms clearing the ball

coach Scott bestowing sugar and honey all over the boys, I am sure.

coach Scott bestowing sugar and honey all over the boys, I am sure.

It wasn't all soccer this is pool, err golf?

It wasn't all soccer this is pool, err golf? Better stick to soccer Jeremy.

do you think Ben knew a camera was near?

do you think Ben knew a camera was near?

Benny doing his thang!

Benny doing his thang! That girl tried to get by him earlier, you see what that got her.

Ben fixing to take the ball

Ben fixing to take the ball

That's not a push, just aggresiveness.

That's not a push, just aggressiveness.

Ben was famous for his throw ins. He managed to get a side spin on em and launch em deep.

Ben was famous for his throw ins. He managed to get a side spin on em and launch em deep.


That’s what I (don’t) love about Sunday

Sunday used to be one of our favorite days, now it is a painful day. You see Sunday is the day Jo has to go away for the week, every Sunday for ….. ever? We still believe that a miracle will occur and that she will be with us, but until then it is very hard to take a little girl you love with all your heart, who is crying and begging not to go, and give her to someone that you don’t think loves her as much as you do, or will care for her like you.

Yet every Sunday afternoon we do just that. It gives us a knot in the bottom of our stomach and a fist in our throat. We do our best not to think about it, but sometimes it just sneaks up on you and you realize the gravity of the situation and the pawns we have become in that struggle that is her life. Further, instead of getting easier as the weeks pass by, the pain increases, and the reality of the weeks and months that we have missed weigh heavy on our souls and cloud our minds.

We pray, try to lighten the mood, and encourage her telling her that she will be back, and maybe, just maybe next time it will be for ever. So from the time we pick her up on Friday to Sunday, we try to make the most of our time, and that is just what we did this Fourth of July weekend.

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We started the weekend with a 2 hr. parade, yes 2 hours! An hour and a half of it were Harley riders and wrecked race cars. But the kids got tons of free candy, and after all isn’t that what Independence Day is all about?

Jo loving the deer. He better be glad hunting season is still a month a way.

Jo loving the deer. He better be glad hunting season is still a month a way.

candy hounds, this is how the spent 90% of the parade. I don't think they saw but 2 floats.

candy hounds, this is how the spent 90% of the parade. I don't think they saw but 2 floats.

Jo took a picture of daddy

Jo took a picture of daddy

After the parade we boogied down to Clam Gulch and hung out at the beach all day. The weather was absolutely perfect and we staked claim to a great section of beach. The kids played in the freezing water, the miry clay, the unstable bluff and had a great time. If we hadn’t forgot the hot dogs, it would’ve been perfect. Good thing Tra thought to pack some meat for hamburgers and saved the day.

every day at the beach must include rock throwing

every day at the beach must include rock throwing

Ok, the water's a little colder than I thought

Ok, the water's a little colder than I thought

Hmmmm, looks like she does at home.

Hmmmm, looks like she does at home.

hmmm, looks like he does at home ( minus the cool shades & fire)

hmmm, looks like he does at home ( minus the cool shades & fire)

you know how I feel about cameras!!

you know how I feel about cameras!!

I don't remember painting red, white and blue on my toes... I thought I went with striaght blue.

I don't remember painting red, white and blue on my toes... I thought I went with straight blue.

Olivia and Jake

Olivia and Jake

Jake and Jo

Jake and Jo

The warrior with the farmer tan, Ben.

The warrior with the farmer tan, Ben.

No hot oogs, no problem

No hot dogs, no problem

From the clan of ignorant fools.

From the clan of ignorant fools.

Sunday was another beautiful day, and after church and a fried chicken lunch, the slip-n-slide was calling my name. I didn’t answer it, but the kids did.

Jake prepping the slide for maximum slidage.

Jake prepping the slide for maximum slippage.

Jake in action, and yes this is a redneck slip-n-slide.

Jake in action, and yes this is a redneck slip-n-slide.

Livy in action

Livy in action

uhhh, Kassie in action?

uhhh, Kassie in action?

a redneck slide must have a redneck fort

a redneck slide must have a redneck fort

Jeremy building something I am sure, as always.
Jeremy building something I am sure, as always.
sisters forever

sisters forever

this is how you do it.

this is how you do it.

spray action

spray action

Jo eating something that is probably not meant to be eaten

Jo eating something that is probably not meant to be eaten


Goooooaaaaaalllllllllllll

Tis the season for soccer. I know we still have snow afoot, in fact if I am not mistaken, we had one of our biggest blizzards of the year last night. But here in the AK you gotta make it work, and you gotta be ready for when the fields melt and you can start practicing in the plains of mud. So this past weekend we had soccer tryouts for Ben and Jeremy. Last year they both played comp soccer, which basically means the parents pay more $$ for fancier uniforms, and the parents pay $$ for matching backpacks, socks and water bottles and the parents pay more $$ for trips, and the parents pay $$ to travel to Fairbanks and Anchorage at least 3 times. You gotta love comp soccer!

 

When is soccer tryouts?

When is soccer tryouts?

 

 

We had a great time with it last year. It gave us a chance to go visit my wayward sister in Fairbanks and enjoy a real summer. Last year it was about 106 degrees in the land of the midnight sun, and we spent most of our evenings at the lake. The downside, the kids had to play soccer in the heat. When you are used to playing with a jacket or under armour or sweater on, adjusting to about a 40 degree temperature swing can be challenging, even to a 9 year old. I saw a lot of red faces matching the hue of their bright red uniforms, but the redest face of them all was on the sidelines cheering with reckless abandon, me. 

I always warn the boys to get in shape before tryouts, and they usually listen…. the day before tryouts. This year was no different.

 

getting in shape for tryouts

getting in shape for tryouts

stretching the goal scoring leg

stretching the goal scoring leg

 

 I wonder if he knows he doesn't have to use his chest in soccer?

I wonder if he knows he doesn't have to use his chest in soccer?

 

 

 

Both of the boys did great and were excited to make the team. Ben’s team took second in state, which is quite an accomplishment I am told, over and over and over…

 

Hey, I should be kicking a soccer ball while I run.

Hey, I should be kicking a soccer ball while I run.

 

 

We still have not received notice of whether or not the boys made the teams this year as there was a significant  increase in the amount of participants; they must’ve heard about summer in Fairbanks. But if they do, it will be days of fun I am sure, if they don’t it means a few less road trips and a few more fishing trips, either way it is a win for us.