Friday, December 28, 2007

Emily is moving

I think I might like to live in China someday. A lot of of my toys say they are made in China, so they must be really creative.
-Emily

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Lebbon Christmas

Nate and EdEm
After waking up Christmas morning at my Dad's house, we headed over to Cathie's parents house, just down the street from my Dad. Ed and Stacy were there along with their baby (dog) Justice. It's a nice change of pace from my Dad's house, where you can actually kick back and read a book for more than 30 seconds or take a nap without having to go hide under the bed somewhere. Em loves pickles (she eats them like Popsicles) and even received this pickle ornament! Cathie's parents were super generous and amongst other things, I received a very cool iHome iPod clock radio.
Ed's Spotted Dick
We opened presents and then had a HUGE dinner. Stacy made six different kinds of desserts which we grazed on for a while. As you can see from the picture, my brother-in-law Ed brought his favorite dessert: Spotted Dick, a British delicacy. I'm a firm believer that an Uncle's job is to spoil their nieces and nephews and do the things for them that their parents find questionable. Things like teaching them to drive before their time, teaching them funny limericks and sneaking them pieces of candy right before bed-time. I believe that the same thing holds true with my dog-nephew Justice. I felt that it was my duty to give him scraps of food at dinner and throughout the day, leaving before there was any vomit to clean up. I'm pretty sure Ed and Stacy appreciate my faithful uncling (that must be a word - my spell check didn't flag it)
Stacy and EmMaddie and Grandma
After dinner we all hung out, napped, read and played games. Nate got Madden '08 (which he believes he has mastered) and got two whoopings from his Uncle Ed. Cathie's Dad had a chance to find his true love in guitar hero, which he is now considering quitting his job to play professionally.
Grandpa on Guitar Hero
On a very sad note: Many of you may not know that my sister-in-law Stacy just so happens to be a book-mark nazi. She believes she has been placed on this earth to save books from broken spines and bent pages. Last time we were over, I couldn't figure out why every time I would come back to my book, it would be closed, when I was sure I had left it open or turned a corner on the page. I got my revenge by yanking Stacy's bookmark out every time I saw it laying around. With Stacy being a lawyer, you would think she would support my constitutionally guaranteed right to treat my book however I want. Not sure what law school she went to.

You can see the rest of the pictures here.

Kurt Christmas Eve

Kurt Family Christmas PictureOn Christmas Eve we headed over to my Dads house for Christmas. As the second Christmas after my Mom's death, it was a little more normal and a little less sad, but there were still reminders of my Mom in everything we did. Sometimes the reminders made me smile, sometimes I teared up.

We had a huge dinner and then got dressed and ready for church. We went to my Mom's church in Haslett, a traditional Lutheran service which I love. We've gone to my Mom's church for Christmas eve ever since I was a kid. I used to dread it as a kid, but I love the tradition and the liturgy, along with all of the memories that go with it. We sang every Christmas carol there is and then at the end we sing Silent Night while holding candles (and constantly trying to blow each others candles out in between verses). As the kids (all eleven of them now) are getting older, Church is a little less chaotic. At one time, we had nine of them under six and you can imagine that church was nuts. It never stopped my Mom from being proud of everyone of her grandkids at church and wanting to show them off. My Dad tried to use my Mom's trick at one point and pass out candy to the kids. Some at it, others rejected the candy saying that it tasted like "pocket". There was one part in the service where every year for about 15 years I would lean over to my Mom and ask if the "Barclay Boys" were going to do their solo. My Mom would patiently explain to me that they had moved away many, many years ago, acting each time as if I just didn't know. This year I had to lean over and ask my siblings.

IMG_6504My Mom was also very passionate about making sure we took our family pictures every Christmas. She would bribe the grandchildren with treat bags to get the pictures done. We did it in record time this year, getting them before we headed to church so immediately after we could change and the kids could open presents.

Because i am the Godfather of their three boys, Dan and Kris asked that I join their family picture, and then take a separate picture with Dan that he could put into his office. I happily obliged.
Dave with Dan's FamilyDan and Dave
We had some phenomenal gifts this year. One the good kind of phenomenal, one the embarrassingly bad kind. Jon and Bethie got Em and Maddie a high-school musical sing-along game for the Wii that my Nephews seemed to especially love (and I caught Nate mouthing the words in the background as the girls sang).
Matthew on High School MusicalEm and Steve-o

Jon, Dad and the Butter DishIn the past, Dan and Kris have tried to buy my Dad the most outlandish gift. One year they got him old fashioned nails and another year a fireplace pop corn popper. Not to be outdone, Jon bought my Dad a special butter dish that doesn't have to be refrigerated. My guess is that being down in Memphis, Jon had not heard that my Dad had a heart attack a while back and that butter is not on the list of things to be consumed in a low-cholesterol, low-fat diet.


Kris, Kevin, Dan, Dave, Jon rocking sweaters


One of my Moms last requests was that we keep my Dads clothes up to date so that he doesn't begin to dress like an old man. My Dad was kind enough to gift each of us one of his sweaters, as seen above. (The irony was that Dan has and still wears one of the sweaters).
IMG_6528Nate and Bender
As the kids are getting older, the younger ones continue to get more attention, especially by the aunts and uncles. Bender and Reagan are especially cute. Ben (as seen on the right after I put some styling gel in his hair) cracked me up with his obsession for deer and waking Nate up Christmas morning with "Nate play football hit guys") and little Reagan is probably the cutest Kurt/Mayes baby of all time (my Mom would disagree, saying that they were all beautiful).

It was a fantastic Christmas with a ton to be grateful for. The only odd thing was that Dan and Kris did not stay over at my Dads on Christmas Eve night like they usually do. We were all a little surprised by this. (Note to those in the family: Dan and Kris have been driving back Christmas Eve night for about ten years. Every year everyone in the family acts surprised and probably mention it 20 or 30 times how strange it is that Dan and Kris aren't staying over this year).

You can see the rest of the pictures here.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Cool Christmas Note from MarkO for youth workers:
“Don’t be afraid.”

That’s how the Christmas story starts in Scripture. Twice, in fact. First, the angel shows up to Zechariah (telling him about his future son, John) and says, “dude, chill.”

Then the angel shows up to Mary and says the same thing (well, probably not the “dude” part).

Is it just the being-startled-by-an-angel part that precipitated that calming word? Seems to me it was so much more than that. The messenger wasn’t only saying, “Hey, I realize I’m a strange sight, and I’ve just materialized in front of you in a way that is likely startling.” The angel was, I believe, defining a path. The angel was speaking words that would need to be remembered over and over as the arrival of the Christ-child would completely up-end the world of those intimately involved in his birth.

You see it coming, right? You and I, my youth working friend, are intimately involved in the arrival of the Christ. I mean, sure, we’re not physically there. But this is our story! Since we get to be children of God, Jesus is both our brother and our savior. Jesus IS OUR STORY.

So the “don’t be afraid” should come to us too.

You might be thinking, “Afraid? What do I have to be afraid of?” Well, my contention would be that if you don’t have a sense of what you should be afraid of, you might not be fully living into the upside-down, kingdom-rearranging, first-shall-be-last, love-your-neighbor reality of what Jesus brought (and continues to bring).

The truth: you have plenty to be afraid of. But be not afraid.

This is one of those wonderful (and sometimes annoying, if we’re honest) paradoxes the Bible leaves us with:
Fear God… Who loves you unconditionally and tenderly.
God is all powerful and all loving… But seems to regularly not intervene in human suffering.
We’re in this world and are called to engage this world… But, ultimately, we’re not of this world.
The creator of the universe… Often speaks in a still, small voice.
You have plenty to be afraid of… But don’t be afraid.

Let’s be honest: working with teenagers, no matter how much you love them and are called to this ministry, is cause for fear. They’re a messy lot. The work is never done. The needs are never fully met. The demands and expectations of youth ministry pull in every direction, often in opposition with one another. If you live into this calling, sooner or later, you’ll get hurt; you’ll get ignored; you’ll be misunderstood; you’ll be blamed; you’ll be misrepresented; and you’ll screw up.

But, be not afraid.

For unto us a child is born. And “He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end.”

Monday, December 24, 2007

Oh Holy Night

Oh holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
Till He appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angels' voices!
Oh night divine, Oh night when Christ was born;
Oh night divine, Oh night, Oh night Divine.

Maddie, Kasey and Emily


I'm pretty sure that Kasey has been watching (as in babysitting, not stalking) our kids since she was in middle school. She babysat for us on Friday night and on Saturday night she came over and took the girls to see Enchanted (she thought she'd look weird going by herself) and then hung out with Cathie helping her wrap presents while Michael, Nate and I alternated between watching the Dallas game and playing Halo 3.

As the kids have gotten older, she continues to watch the kids, but she's become like a big sister to the girls. She's amazing with them, and they adore her. I'm so thankful that the girls have a collection of older girls like this in their lives that they can talk to and have as role-models as they grow up.

Kasey grew up in our youth group at church, which her Mom Nicki helped me run for a lot of years. In middle school, she never wanted to go to the meetings, partly because she thought she was too cool, partly because she wanted to sleep in(we met on Saturday morning - can you blame her?) Over the years, she became like a little sister to me, and with that came the power of me having the chance to meet each of her boyfriends and let them know if they could continue to date Kasey or not. A while back, she started dating a guy named Michael, who I wasn't sure about. I had a chance to hang with him for a week when he went to camp Velocity with us to help out. After that, i was sold. A while back the two of them got engaged and they're getting married in August I think. The full-circle part of this is that Kasey's fiancee Michael will be the new Youth Pastor at Crossroads with Kasey helping out. I'm very excited about both of them being here.

Christmas Eve-Eve

Nate, Maddie and Em on ChristmasWe had our family Christmas yesterday. We celebrate Christmas eve and morning with my Dad, and then Christmas day with Cathie's family, so we started celebrating Christmas a few years back to give the kids a chance to have play with their presents and have some time as our family to celebrate Christmas. We woke up around 8 to 47 degree weather and gale force winds. We opened presents and then hung out and played with them for a while, and then cleaned up the house to get ready for our Christmas Eve-Eve post-Church party.

Maddie the MonkeyNate on Guitar Hero


I was particularly proud of myself in that I had all of Cathie's Christmas shopping done by the end of November, which I've never done before. I got Cathie a Roomba floor cleaning robot. This was kind of risky because it had the potential to be the equivalent of getting her a vacuum cleaner as a gift. To understand why this qualifies as a decent gift, you need to understand Cathie's o.c.d.-like-love of clean floors and well vacuumed carpets. My thought was something that was cool and could do the job for her would be a good gift. It turns out she likes it (or at least is telling me that she does)

The thing is amazing (to me). It cruises around the lower level of the house, cleans the flooors and then goes back into it's dock to recharge. We've named it Rover (Maddie's idea) and it is fun to watch. It does a very thorough job of cleaning, even able to make it through Nate's room, including under his bed, without committing robot-ritual-suicide due to the mess. It can't be stopped (almost - short of trying to ingest an arm-cover for a chair) by much and it's a blast to watch. Before buying one, I checked with Anne Rays who gave it thumbs up, but warned me that you don't really gain any time because you spend the time watching the Roomba work.

Christmas Eve Eve evening we went to church with and then headed back to our house, where we'd invited neighbors and friends from to work to church with us and then over to our house afterwards to hang out. We hung out, did a lot of laughing, eating, drinking and being merry (not Mary).

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Double Date

We hadn't seen Wilbur and Monaca for a while and last night we went on a double date (seemed strange that they would wear their graduation garb). We met up in Brighton to go see Cathie's heart-throb, Will Smith in the new movie, I am Legend. Wish someone had told me that it was that scary and intense. I went in thinking it was more of a men-in-black type movie where Will Smith makes a few funny jokes as he saves the world. Didn't happen.

We headed out afterwards to a chic new martini bar in town which was crowded and too noisy, and then grabbed coffee and dessert somewhere else.

Over dessert we sat around playing "Two truths and a lie". Between the four us, we learned the following truths:
  • One of us has gone on a date with Slash from Guns and Roses
  • One of us used to spell their name with one "L" instead of two.
  • One of us broke their front tooth off on a ride at Cedar Point
  • One of us used to date the Mayor of Lansing's daughter
  • One of us was detained for trying to steal the constitution
  • One of us ran naked part way across the golden gate bridge.
  • One of us was never the president of the united states.
Care to guess who did what?

Emily

Emily had been sent to her room and Cathie went upstairs a while later to tell her that she could come down. She found Emily with her legs taped to the leg of her dresser. Cathie asked her why she was taped and Em's response was:
This was the only way I could keep myself from getting out of my room.

Picking Out Cathie's XMas Gift


Friday, December 21, 2007

Things I'm Thankful For

Just a quick list of things I'm thankful for:
  • A wife that is beautiful on the inside and out, who gets me completely and loves me unconditionally.
  • Three kids who are the greatest blessing in my life, are healthy, are amazing reflections of faith, joy and love, and who God constantly uses to teach me about grace and His love for me.
  • A family to love and be loved by, to have fun with, to support and include others in their joy.
  • A job that I love, that I'm good at, with people that I love and with bosses who understand and leverage my strengths and are forgiving and tolerant of my weaknesses, and let me be me.
  • A home full of stuff that I love.
  • Being a part of a beautiful, amazing church that constantly teaches me why Jesus refers to the bride of Christ, with pastors, leaders and elders that love deeply, lead well, gracefully and sacrificially.
  • A group of friends that love me for who I am and provide me with such joy in my life, accountability, support and laughter.
  • A deep joy in my life that allows me to laugh often and hard.
  • A God who loves me so much that he would leave heaven and invade earth to come and save me from myself and in turn use me to to help set the world right this side of heaven.
  • A Savior who is in the process of transforming me from being a self-centered, self-righteous, hard hearted ass into a person who is a person who is more generous of my time and with my stuff, who cares more and more about the poor and hurting and values others more and more.

Runs in the family

Cathie and the Hose
Apparently my saying dumb things is contagious. Here's the story:
My wife is in charge of the Christmas nut order for Emily's brownie troop. Her job last night was to distribute the nut orders to the parents. Easy enough. The conversations should have gone something like this:
Cathie: "Hello parent, I have your nut order for you to take home with you."
Parent: "Why thank you for that lovely nut order. I will cherish it forever."

Instead, one of the conversations went something like this:
Cathie (to one of the Dad's walking in): "Don't let me forget to grab your nuts before you leave"
Parent: "Ok, but i'm not sure my wife'll be too crazy about that."
Cathie: "Crap"

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Our second Christmas Card choice

Lost Camera

Sheri BrainardKim Guiterezz
If you ever accidentally leave your camera in the classroom of a kindergarten teacher, strange things happen. We got the camera back in working order, but with about twenty very odd pictures on the camera of various teachers and different parts of the school.

These pictures will go very nicely with the other odd ones we have of Sheri (Em's teacher, on the left) for future blackmail.

Emily before and after her haircut

Em in StyleEm's Haircut

Ouch

I was listening to a message from Mars Hill by Chris Seay (author of the book, Gospel According to Tony Soprano) entitled Worship the Baby, Resist the Empire. His message talked about the way we've perverted Christmas in terms of the stuff and indulgence - something we've all probably heard before in one way or another in terms of what Christmas is all about. One part of his message stopped me in my tracks and made my heart sink. Chris told the story about how he was having a discussion with a friend about what God must think about the excess in terms of the way we celebrate the birth of Christ when there is so much poverty, famine and disease around the world. His friend responded with a parable something like this from the perspective of a Dad, (put in the context of my kids):
Suppose Nate became a famous football player out on the West Coast who pulled in millions and millions of dollars as a result of his contracts and endorsements. Suppose his sister Madeline lived on the East Coast and her kids could not get a decent education and her kids were dying of diseases where cures exist. Meanwhile, Emily lived in the South in an area where her children were very sick and dying because they simply couldn't get drinking water.

Chris Seay continued on with the story, reflecting on the question:
As a Dad, what would my desire be for Nate with all of his excess? Of course it would be for him to use his abundance to help his family, to give them a hand up out of their poverty, disease and needs.

It's probably barely even obvious to those around me, but Jesus has been transforming my life over the past years to make me a guy who is more and more generous with what I have and hold more and more loosely to what I have. I'm not even close to being there. With all that I have, I constantly amaze myself on how I sure I am that stuff will make me happy, and I continue to be surprised when it doesn't (except my TV - that makes me really really happy, and an iPhone would give me a true, deep, eternal contentment). When I reflected on that parable, I wonder what question my heavenly father would ask me when confronted with the same reality in my world as the parable above. What kind of job am I doing as the "wealthy brother" to meet the needs of the poor and hurting in the world around me?

Every time I think about where I'm at and my connection to my stuff, I feel a little like the rich young ruler that Jesus talked to around the stuff in his life that he would not let go of to follow Jesus.

Last Minute Getaway

Cathie and I are are going on a mini-getaway down for four nights down in Flordia. I've got a meeting in Orlando towards the end of January, so I'm going to fly down, meet Cathie in Miami and we're going to drive down and spend a couple days in Key West. We'll then spend a day in Miami and then fly out Sunday morning. I'm able to do all of the airfare, hotels and car based on the frequent flier/driver/stayer points, including some pretty amazing hotels in Key West and South Beach.

Ted Brad Dave Bob in key westBack in 2005 Ted, Will, Brad, Bob and I went down to Florida for Brad's 50th birthday to go deep-sea fishing. Fishing conditions weren't great so we rented two matching Seabring convertibles and road-tripped down to Key West for a couple of days. 2 Months later, Cathie and visited Key West as a port of call on my company's president's club award trip and spent a few hours there snorkeling and touring around, but not long enough to see the sunset, which is amazing. Two nights there will give us a good chance to decompress in the laid back atmosphere, enjoy the sun and the margaritas and look for Jimmy Buffett.

This trip would not be possible without my Dad's offering to watch the kids while we're gone. Not only did he offer, but he's really looking forward to it - as far as I know. On a side note, what I find so cool about my Dad's recent retirement that instead of making it all about him and relaxing after 45+ years of work, he sees this as a time to serve others and spend as much time as possible with his friends, kids and grandkids. He's also started taking classes towards a Masters in Theology as he goes back and wants to be even more involved in his church in a Lay-capacity (I suggested that it was so he would become as smart as me, but he denies this). Anyways, thanks Dad!

The Finish Line

At the beginning of last year, Brad and I and a few others started doing trying to read the bible in a year, following this schedule. It consisted of reading seven days a week for about 15-20 minutes per day. This is something my Mom did for 20 years, every day.

Today, I finished, in under a year. The year was more of a goal to shoot for to keep me doing this as part of my daily regiment. What I especially enjoyed about the whole thing was digging into the old testament, something I just don't do that often outside of Psalms, Proverbs or to read the story of David. What an amazingly dysfunctional family and story, with these vectors that all point to the Messiah. The downside to reading it at this pace is that at days, it was a chore to do it, and that the journaling that I normally do suffered this year, and I didn't read much in terms of soul-reading outside of the Bible this year. I discovered that I dig Jeremiah, the weeping prophet and all of the funky object lessons stuff that God had him do to send a message to His people (I think I also figured out where Jesus got his hatred of figs).

This post is no more than a pat on the back because I'm proud that I persevered and finished it in a year and grew by doing it. I am amazed as I look back at how what I would read each day would come to life in what I was doing or thinking. It was a great way to start the day, with God's word permeating my skull. The big theme that came through to me was what it looks like to fear God, in a healthy way. This is a concept that I'm still internalizing and trying to figure out how to live out and apply to the way that I treat others and treat God.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Simpsons Picture

Wild picture. Click on the image.

My personality Type

Click to view my Personality Profile page
"ENFPs are energetic and enthusiastic leaders who are likely to take charge when a new endeavor needs a visionary spokesperson. ENFPs are values-oriented people who become champions of causes and services relating to human needs and dreams. Their leadership style is one of soliciting and recognizing others' contributions and of evaluating the personal needs of their followers. ENFPs are often charismatic leaders who are able to help people see the possibilities beyond themselves and their current realities. They function as catalysts."

- ENFP - The Visionary (Lifexplore)
"Friends are what life is about to ENFPs, moreso even than the other NFs. They hold up their end of the relationship, sometimes being victimized by less caring individuals. ENFPs are energized by being around people. Some have real difficulty being alone, especially on a regular basis."
- ENFP Profile (TypeLogic)

"Ranked 1st of all 16 types in using social and emotional coping resources and 2nd in using cognitive resources. "
- ENFP Facts (discoveryourpersonality.com)

"outgoing, social, disorganized, easily talked into doing silly things, spontaneous, wild and crazy, acts without thinking..."
- ENFP Jung Type Descriptions (similarminds.com)

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Dave and Jay at Malltease Manhunt


My own son didn't even recognize me... Jay as a distinguished business man was equally tough to recognize, complete with his bluetooth ear piece, newspaper and our matching scarves.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Rough Flight

The kids were all set to head out to the bus stop this morning as I ran upstairs to grab my suitcase. As I listened to the school closing being rattled off, I yelled down to Cathie to see if she'd checked to make sure the kids had school. The next thing I heard from Cathie was, "Everyone back to bed! Snow Day!" Maddie was in tears as today was the day that her Grandma was coming in to talk to her class about her 3 month stay in Japan. Em was disappointed that she was missing pajama day while Nate could not of been happier.

My flight to New York was surprisingly on time, but the roughest flight I've ever had. Half of the plane was throwing up due to the turbulence we experienced. The pilot came on and explained to everyone collectively how to dispose of their barf bags. Nice.

I have very important meeting tomorrow and then I'm back tomorrow night, done traveling for the year.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Snow Day

Dave ShovelingWe woke up this morning to about a foot of snow in our driveway and church canceled so around 10am I headed out to start shoveling. The wind was blowing hard and seemed to be depositing all of the snow in our driveway. Growing up, my Dad's philosophy was "Why do I need a snow-blower when I have 3 strong sons and one whiny daughter?" I headed out (without any of my kids at first) to try and clear off the driveway, while my neighbors snow-blowers whirred in the background. An hour later I was done so Em came and out joined me. We wandered around out back, finding a quiet spot under some brush to sit, cuddle and listen to the wind (isn't that a Cat Stevens song?). As always, Em's thoughts turned to the animals, trying to figure out where they'd be on a day like this. We ended up going on a hike to find animal tracks. We found none - except Rileys.
Em and Dad sledding
Each year, whenever we get our firs big snow, we go in the backyard and create a huge pile of snow at the base of the swing set and the kids jump into it. As they've gotten older, their tricks have gotten a little crazier, most of which Cathie wouldn't be crazy about. I showed some common sense in nixing Nate's request to do a flip off the top of the swingset, figuring this wasn't the ideal place to figure out the difference between a diving board and a ten foot drop into snow.
Nate's Winter JumpNate's Backwards Jump - Part 2Em's Big Jump
Nate, Em and I edited it into this video:

1997 Kurt Kids

Kurt Kids - 1997
What's happened to the kids since? Susan has gotten married and had 3 kids, along with getting a hair cut and some fashion sense. Cathie has sworn off of bad Christmas sweaters and had two more kids, Jon and Beth have 2 more kids and Beth's still not done with school, while Kris is still wearing turtlenecks and has 2 more kids. Me? I had no need to change a thing... Except for my square-headed haircut.

Old Friends

Kurts, Heikkenens and Thompsons
I had a bunch of negatives scanned in from pictures I'd taken ten years ago. I came across a whole bunch of pictures of us, the Heikkinen's and the Thompsons from 1997, New Years Eve, I think. Amazing to think that we now have ten kids amongst us.
Dave and NoelDave and Mike

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Malltease Manhunt

Malltease Manhunt GroupWe had the our second annual Malltease Manhunt today, an idea we stole from Butler's crew at Calvary Baptist church. Eighteen of the high school kids, college students and leaders put on disguises and wonder the mall. The kids have mug-shot books that show each of the people they're trying to find, without the disguises. We had six big teams (pictured on the left) wandering the mall, looking for their suspects. When they find the person in question, they have to join hands around the person and recite, "Twinkle, Twinkle little star, we think we know who you are. You are (fill in the blank)." The person would then give them a poker chip of some denomination based on the difficulty of the disguise.

Nate's team thought they'd found one of the girls (Courtney Novara) and circled around her and recited the rhyme, ending with "you're Courtney". She stared at them and said, "Yeah, I am." They responded, "Can we have the poker chip?" Her response: "Huh?" They'd found the wrong girl.

I walked around with Reagan (pictured below with a pregnant Tiff), in a Best Buy shirt and cheesy, dirty mustache. I was an old man with reading glasses (prescription glasses - I couldn't see ten feet in front of me). He and I wandered through Nordstrom's at one point as the staff stared at this odd combination of people. As soon as we'd spot a group of kids, we'd let them pass and start following them around the mall. At one point, we thought we'd make awesome CIA agents based on our ability to follow people - until we'd get distracted by something, and lose track of the people we were tracking. All the sudden we didn't feel like great secret agents any more. Apparently secret agents have to be very, very focused. Not a great trait for either of us. Reagan also taught me the game called: "Touch the stranger" that he and his buddies play at Cedar Point. I stood back and watched as Reagan walked up to a guy and ran his hand across the guys jacket, trying to make it seem accidental. I laughed as the guy turned and stared at Reagan as he walked by, trying to figure out what the guy was doing. Reagan explained that the greatest act is to draw an entire "S" across someones back - something you can't "accidentally" do. He explained how one of his buddies walked up to a guy and squeezed his arm four times and walked away. Odd, huh? Darn funny to see, though.

Five of the six teams ended up finding us. Nate's team ended up not finding us partly because Reagan and I ended up following them for about a half hour (only losing them 12 or 13 times when we got distracted).
Malltease Manhunt Cast
Check out some of these outfits.
Katie Green the Home School KidEmo Fez and Kasey-
Katie Green was dressed like a home-schooler, Fez and Kasey did the Emo thing, complete with his lip ring, eyeliner, nail polish.
Reagan and Tiff with ChildMegan and Jess
Regan looked oh so creepy and Tiff ended up ditching the wig, but the baby looked oh-so-real. Meghan Greene looked blended in, while J and Jess were dressed as business people - wearing normal business clothes - something you don't see either in often.

Great night. Jim Jeffrey was the only one to be bothered by Mall Security. Jim had a leather jacket, a t-shirt, his hair slicked back and dark reflective sunglasses - looking like your typical mall stoner/shop-lifter. They followed him into the bathroom to see what he was up to. It was a great night tonight!

You can see the rest of the pictures here.