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Ok so like I don't really know what to right about but "everyone" wants me to update so fine I will.  I thought maybe for this post I would go with the retro green but that's as far as my brain could take me at this point.  My brother James it sitting here next to me so I thought I would tell you a humorous story that happened yesterday involving him. 

We had a good friend over yesterday along with her mother and son.  Jacob (the son) is uhhhh  idk like 1ish? maybe.   Anyway he looked like he was getting bored on the couch playing with tractors and hiding from us with his mom so I decided I would take him outside for some real fun.  Real fun I suppose would consist of riding bikes, playing in the sand and generally making a fool of ones self.  This is something that I specialize in.  So we headed for the great world outside of the couch and tractors, where you never really knew what would happen next.  I had heard his mom comment on how they had a cozy coupe back home and so I thought perhaps we could get ours out and make the little guy feel at home.  This I did and having cleaned it off quite a bit Jacob proceeded to climb in and enjoy the ride.  This he did for quite a while but as I got out another bike he lost interest in the cozy coupe.  I'm not really sure if it was the coolness of the bike that attracted him or the uncozyness of the coupe, either way I guess it doesn't matter really.  So he got out of the coupe and started for the bike and began to ride with great umm pleasure.  

No I haven't forgotten James.  You see James is nine years old and is of a fairly good size.  He has this great capacity to get himself into incredibly interesting situations with no way out possible.  At first.  The cozy coupe is empty and it looked like Jacob had fun so why can't James?  He got in and I didn't really pay him any mind.  That is until I heard him make a frustrated grunt.  I turned to see James trying to get out of the cozy coupe.  Oh it was funny, here's James, a nine year old with downsyndrome, dressed in a teeshirt, corduroy pants and muck boots stuck with no hope of getting out.  I laughed then finally after a great many tries I got him out.  Bless his heart.  James has brought so much joy into our families lives that I don't' really know what we would do without him.  Oh sure he has his moments just like anyone else but he's helped us realize that people with disabilities aren't as "dumb" as they look.  Anyway I fun little story from the Bourne household. 

Grandpa

Bible Clubs

A day in the life of a Heidelberg Press

Oww, ahh, oh man somebody turned the lights on without my permission, that was rude.  Okay so this is how almost all of my mornings start, talk about harsh.  I bet most of you don't have that happen to you every day … be grateful.  Things haven't been going to well with me lately as some of you may well know.  My prefector has been doing some weird things, my ink zones are out of whack, my powder motor has issues and to top it all off my catwalks a mess!  I mean have you looked at them recently?!  Some people's kids … sure glad I'm not one of them.  

So I've been having these issues as I just mentioned and they've been bugging me for a while, well ok only like 3 months but hey give me a break, I'm delicate.  Today was almost an especially exciting day for me … almost.  Matt, "my" pressman has been toying around with all of these problems and it's been nice to feel loved and needed for one in my life but it just hasn't been enough.  So thankfully Matt decided to do what was best for me and call for some more official help.  Yacob is one of the best if not the best in the land.  I was delighted to see him when he came in around noon.  When he came in he muttered something about the dumb guy on the press being gone but I didn't catch it all, it's probably better that way.

Yacob went right to work though.  He knew right where the problems were and just how to fix them.  He messed with my ink zones for few minutes and did something else but I don't really know what.  He also worked on my powder motor/pressure.  I was trying to tell him the problem but this tall, thin, dorky kid kept talking and Yacob couldn't hear me.  Oh well.  So Yacob found the problems but now I have to wait even longer as he had to order the parts.  I guess the don't keep ink zone motors on hand, what kind of a print shop is this anyway?  So hopfully friday is the day of my deliverance from weak powder motor pressure, bad ink zones and messy catwalks, I'll be free, free, free!! 

So … now that I've calmed down a might I guess I'll go to sleep since the lights were just turned off.  At least that kid isn't here to annoy me anymore. Thank the Lord.  Good night all.  zzzzzzzzz   

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