Kenny Martin’s Blog

Last Sunday at church my youth group ran the service! Peter Paul preached, me, Cody Pratorius, Paul Carlson, and James Paul were ushers, Paul Lessner worked the sound booth, Andrew Paul played the trumpet for the closing him, and the all the girls in the youth group who were there led worship while Joshua Lerud played guitar. Other than ushering, I added a bit of comedy to the service. We needed prelude music, music that would play while people came in and found their seats. I volunteered to play the piano for the prelude, which is an inside joke in the youth group.

The piano in our church has the capability to record how a song is played by which keys and pedals are pressed, so that it can play back the song without anyone playing! It’s really cool to watch. So if the Mrs. Lerud can’t make it to church to play the piano, my dad, the sound guy, tells his son, me, to push some buttons on the piano, which plays the songs we need. Some of my friends said that I should pretend to be playing the piano, and that’s what I did last Sunday.

I sat down on the piano bench, pushed some buttons, and began “playing” the piano. I tried to make it look sort of believable, but I simply couldn’t resist playing with one hand while turning the music I was “reading” upside-down. Paul Lessner said that he heard some people saying things like this to each other,

“Is he really playing that?”

“That kid is pretty good.”

One person said to me afterwards that they actually thought I was playing until I flipped the music upside-down. Well, I hope that clears up my unclear status update on Facebook, and as to the youth group, good job! We did a great job, I think God worked through us, and we should do that again! It was fun!

That’s right. Tomorrow, I will officially be a teenager. Doesn’t that sound weird. Well, maybe not to you, but it sure does to me! As I write this, I come up with an amazing idea. Tomorrow, if school doesn’t interfere ( oh yeah: next year, I’ll be in high school), I will scan in some comics that I drew when I was, oh I don’t know, five years old. They are so innocently funny! (I wish I knew where the notebook where I wrote little superhero stories is, also very innocent works of 8 year old art). Anyway I just wanted to document my last post typed by Kenny Martin, the kid. Well, I’ll post later, as a teenager. See ya! (And thanks for being such great parents, Mama and Papa! Love!)

Ok. I’l admit it. I haven’t posted for 90 days, about a fourth of a year. Heh heh. Whoops. That’s … uh… heh… a long time. Well, here’s some stuff that happened to me.

1. I went on a vacation to South Carolina to visit Grammy and Granddad, Charleston, and the ocean.
2. I made a few puppets inspired from John Kennedy’s “Puppet Mania” and “Puppet Planet.”
3. I’m being home schooled with my brothers and sister (visit two of them at www.jack-e-martin.com and www.annamartin.com, “www.” necessary) this year.
4. I’m in my church’s youth group now.
5. I’ve recently turned 12 years old.
6. I went to an apple orchard and a pumpkin patch with some relatives for a family tradition.
7. I carved my pumpkin into the face of “Larry the Cucumber,” a character from Veggietales, today.

Those are most of the noteworthy events. Question: Have you ever heard of a podcast called “The Radio Adventures of Dr. Floyd?” No , it’s wasn’t created by me. It was created by two guys named Grant Baciocco and Doug Price. I highly recommend it. I went there a second ago partly to see how to spell Grant’s last name when I found out they’re doing some halloween episodes. Click here to visit their website. Enjoy.

About two week ago, I pulled a prank on Jack, and he still doesn’t know I did it! He-he. While Jack was sleeping, I crept to the bed he was in -Mama and Papa’s-, and after testing other places like the ear, put a penny in the palm of his hand and ducked. I crawled out of the room as he woke up and noticed the penny in his hand. Later that morning, I asked him casually what a penny was doing on Papa’s pillow. He said he didn’t know in a voice that sounded like he had no idea of what had happened (which he didn’t).

Yesterday, I was with my brothers and mother because Anna had a dentist appointment. I had to bring Jack to the bathroom. He went through the bathroom door after I had tried to trick him that the bathroom was up a flight of stairs. I went to the mens’ bathroom door after Jack went in about thirty seconds before. I knocked roughly on the door and said, like a crook, “Hurry up!” “Who…whose there?” I heard Jack shiver. I waited outside the entrance door to the restrooms casually. When he came out, I asked him what the noise was. Ten seconds later… Jack-[growl].

Later that day, Mama and the kids were about to leave Walmart, but Jack had to use the bathroom. After roughly three minutes of waiting, I decided to plant some mischief. I walked to the mens bathroom, down the maze-like corridor to the stalls, and saw Jack inches away from my face washing his hands. I, making sure I was hidden from him, said gruffly, “Don’t take so long!” He came out pale-faced. I smirked. Collision!

For the past three days I have been constructing, flying/launching, and crashing flying objects. Where? At this really fun day camp at North Heights Christian Academy. I went with my friends Anthony and Vito. Do you remember them? They helped me write my “The Rocket” poem. (If you haven’t read “The Rocket”, you can read it here.)

The camp’s running time was from 9 A.M. to 11 A.M.. I, along with just about everybody there, received and built a balsa wood airplane and one of the two choices of rockets provided. I was not as, shall we say, experienced as most of the other kids there. And I, keeping the fact of utter, almost complete inexperience in mind, chose the easier of the two. A few things that classified the two rockets different were:

#1- ‘The easier one had plastic, slide-on fins, and the harder one had cardboard-like, super-glue on fins.’

#2- ‘The easier one had a streamer, and the harder one had a parachute.’

And #3- ‘Each had a different design.’

Our instructor was Mr. Pheneger (if I’m spelling your name wrong, Mr. Pheneger, sorry). He was a nice guy who was friendly and knew a lot about rockets. He started the first day off with devotional bible verse reading and a talk about what the verses mean, and the second two days with prayer, devotional bible verse reading, and a talk about what the verses mean.

Now, do you remember when I said “…I have been constructing, flying/launching, and crashing flying objects…”? Well, I constructed both the balsa wood airplane and the rocket, flew the balsa wood airplane, launched the rocket, and crashed the balsa wood airplane (that plane did not want to fly straight!). Either way, I had a ton or two of fun.

Special thanks to Mrs. Sauro (Anthony and Vito’s mom) for driving me there with Anthony and Vito in her car, and also to all the helpers (including Vito) that helped Mr. Pheneger. And thank you, thank you, thank you for making the camp as enjoyable as it was. It was great!

Guess what? First Papa has a blog. Then Mama. Then me. Then Jack. Now Anna! Yes, my nine-year-old sister has a blog! So make sure to visit her at www.annamartin.com. See fun posts and much more on Anna’s blog! Have fun! (P.S. Make sure to comment, too!)

Everybody! This is great, super, fantastic, phenomenal, and stupendous news! Jack has a blog! Papa and I set it up for him tonight and only need to fix a few things. But don’t think ‘Well, if they’re working on it I guess I can’t visit.’ No, don’t think that! You can visit now! So what are you waiting for? Go to www.jack-e-martin.com to have yet another blog to visit! He has a little intro post that I wrote on there now, but we plan to tell him about his new blog tomorrow! I can’t wait!