Friday, September 25, 2009

My Dad.

(Yes, Deak is chewing on a rubber tube...don't ask.)

My dad has taught me lots of things.
He's taught me how to pitch a softball, persevere, and look at people as more than a name and/or ward member. Lot's of things I am thankful for.

It was his birthday yesterday, and in classic Bill style...we ate here:

Well, right next door to there.

It was Delicious; A little spot my dad happened to notice while watching Diners, Dives, and Drive-ins. It had great BBQ, live music, and a little culture.

Perfect.
The cute couple.
My Grandparents.


Deak actually had a lot more fun than this picture gives him credit for. He only screamed when the live music took their 30 second break between songs (but, those screams were kinda brutal). He even pulled out his newly discovered Stevie Wonder style dance moves. It was pretty awesome. He's getting some moves ready to live up to his idol/Halloween Costume.


Ab and Cam. Enjoying front row action.


Some of the group. I suck at getting everyone in a picture.

All of the Grandkids (and a very naked Deak).

Happy Birthday Dad. Thanks for the fun night.

2 comments:

Jocelyn said...

Hey-some of the worst looking, hole in the wall places have some of the best food! Just check it out before...just in case.

Alisha said...

Wow Jenny! You look just like your mom! And we love that show!! We'll have to try it out sometime!