Even though he couldn't race, Holden wanted to make one as well. His even has a little license plate on the back with his name on it.
The only problem with your dad being an artist is that all your time is spent making the car look really cool and not making sure it is the fastest car there.
The boys and I went early to help set up for the Pine Wood Derby. Greg Hill, one of the cub scout dads, was there and started to look at Nicholas's car. He told us that it was only running on three wheels and asked if we wanted him to fix the wheels a little. Of course we jumped all over that one. Later at the weigh in Nicholas's car was significantly under weight and so Patrick Robbins, another cub scout dad, gave us his extra weights.
After all the help from our troop, Nicholas's car took first in the wolf pack, second overall and qualified for the district meet. What a great troop we have! Thanks for all the help everyone.
This is a picture of our troop singing a pinewood derby song before the races.
The district race took place at the Eastfield Mall the next month. Nicholas won a few of the heats and went home with a medal. Maybe if everyone helps us again, next year we will win at the district races as well.



Joe and I both served our missions in Santiago Chile. My first transfer happened when I had only been in the country a few months and still had no idea of currency. We took taxis from our old areas to the church of our new area to meet our companions. Joe was at the church waiting for his companion when I arrived. I tried to pay for my taxi with the highest denomination in Chile. Of course the driver couldn't make change and I didn't have anything smaller. Joe came over and rescued me. That's how me met. (He's been rescuing me ever since.) 

Then one Sunday Joe was acting really weird. (Weirder than normal) He wouldn't look at me, didn't talk to me, and sat by my friend Heather instead of me. I thought something was up. He asked me to go for a walk with him that evening. We did this a lot so I didn't think anything of it. As we were walking he told me that it was really hard for him to be my friend because he loved me. I got really mad, yelled at him, and ran away. I just left him standing there in the parking lot of the Bread Store. It made me mad that things were going to change. I didn't want that. Looking back I realize if he won't have been brave enough to tell me things would never have changed and we won't be where we are today.
