So this weekend we ventured up to Deland, Florida, to pick up Kellie at her flute camp.
We spent Friday night at my parents house, and then Saturday afternoon we treked the approximately 20 miles to meet up and watch the concert that coincided with the last day of the camp. My sister drove over from Jacksonville to meet up with us.
The concert was very nice, with Kellie doing her usual nice job along with the rest of her fellow students. We're kind of hoping that Kellie enjoys Deland (and Stetson University) enough that she might get interested in it as a potential college choice. After the concert we had a big lunch at the Brickhouse Grill in Deland. Kellie said it was the first "real food" that she had in almost a week.
After returning to my parents we went out later that evening to Anthony's Pizza by Mom & Dad's house, and Kellie and I tried to tackle their Godfather Pizza. Its a cheese and pepperoni pizza with a crust on TOP of the pizza also. Mmm mmm good!
Kim & I shared the drive home today and we got home in time to celebrate Father's Day at home. We had done the same for my Dad the day before at the restaurant, and naturally we didn't forget my Mom's birthday either!
Tonight the Kellie Poe-Bowdren driving experiment continues. She went out originally with her Mom, who decided quickly that she didn't have the nerve to teach driving to her daughter. So I got in the car and we drove up to the gas station--a first for Kellie, along with her first left at a traffic signal. Hey, don't laugh--you were a young driver too, weren't you?
Earlier this week Kim had asked me what I wanted for Father's Day. I literally racked my brain trying to come up with an answer--and nothing came to mind (status quo some might say). Yesterday, on the way to Kellie's concert, we stopped by a used bookstore that my Mom & I like to go too---and the idea finally came to my mind. There's a new book out about the life & death of the wrestler Chris Benoit--some may remember him as the guy who murdered his wife and young son about one year ago in Atlanta. I've read some early reviews on it and the word is that its an excellent book, extremely well done. This morning, I got up and mentioned it to Kim--along with my thought that maybe--just maybe, a book about a guy who murdered his family was not the best idea for a Father's Day gift. Just a thought mind you.
Later,
Jeff
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