<p>Svennykins (my blog Svengali, but you know that by now) forwarded me an email a week ago.  It was from his Men's Group at church, and they needed volunteers for their Harvest Festival on Halloween Night.  This is a Megachurch, which means it would be a Megafestival, which means there would be Megakids. </p>

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<p>Svenny expressed a slight hesitation over the Megakids part.  I, being the oversized kid that flips for Halloween each year, couldn't think of anything better than spending the evening with oversugared Megakids in costumes.  </p>

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<p>I also needed an audience for my Spooky Voice Changer that I bought 2 months prior.  I am embarrassed to say just how excited I was over this Spooky Voice Changer, but you can ask any of my colleagues at work if you must know.  I purchased one at a book fair in our building alongside one of the managers who was purchasing one for her 7 year-old son.  Ahem.  I then left the fair to terrorize the office with my new toy.  Until the batteries died. </p>

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<p>With a fresh 9 volt, I was now ready for a younger crowd! </p>

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<p>"Have no fear, Svenny!  I am a professional!  Leave the kids to me, and you just stand by the car and do your thing."</p>

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<p>Svenny's volunteer duties involved showcasing his Fancy Schmancy car at the Harvest Festival's car show. </p>

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<p>For the 3 token male readers, you can pick up your tongues from off the floor now. </p>

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<p>For the women, Svenny drives a Lamborghini.  Before I met Svenny, I wouldn't have known a Lamborghini if it cut me off in traffic, so don't feel bad if when you saw the photo, you didn't have a clue either. </p>

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<p>The very first time I met Svenny, he showed up in a Toyota pick up truck because he googled me and found a blog post of mine on my old blog titled <strong><a href="http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-you-can-drive-my-car-but-only-if.html" target="_blank">"Baby, You Can Drive My Car" </a> </strong>where I compared cars to men.  In summary, I was more than unkind to Camp Hummer/Ridiculous Vehicles and bestowed my graces upon Camp Honda/Toyota with Camp Nissan in a close 3rd place.  Heh heh heh. </p>

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<p>So Svenny wisely made his humble appearance in the Toyota.  But life is never black and white, and neither are blog posts, and even though I might assume that a Lamborghini owner is an obnoxious egomaniac, Svenny breaks the stereotype. </p>

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<p>Svenny's story is actually quite remarkable.  He is the definition of the American "success story".  He paid his own way through college and built his business solo.  He then retired at some ridiculously young age.  37 I think.  You can read more about his story in his new book, <em><strong><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Millionaire-Fastlane-Crack-Wealth-Lifetime/dp/0984358102/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1288671824&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank">The Millionaire Fastlane.  </a></strong></em></p>

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<p>And Svenny's dreams all started when he was a 12 year-old boy and saw a Lamborghini for the first time.  Dreams do come true, boys and girls!  Speaking of which...back to the Megakids...</p>

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<p>Svenny picked me up for the Festival and his first question was, "So what are you?"</p>

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<p>I was perplexed.  "What am I?"</p>

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<p>"Yeah.  What are you?"</p>

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<p>"Svenny, I am wearing a poodle skirt." </p>

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<p>"So what are you?  Who from the 1950s?" </p>

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<p>???</p>

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<p>See, Ladies?  Svenny might be a business whiz (and my personal tech guru, thank my lucky stars), but he is still a man and he is still from Mars. </p>

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<p>After nearly tearing my rotator cuff trying to get the car door down (Lamborghini, have you ever thought about making an automatic thingamajig for this???  Helloooo????) I turned my Scary Voice Changer on Svenny.  Who couldn't hear me because that car is sooooooo LOUD. </p>

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<p>No worries.  The Scary Voice Changer was meant to torment innocent children, not 41 year-old men. </p>

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<p>We arrived at the church and in appropriate biblical fashion, the seas parted.  Seemingly, the rest of the universe could care less about almost-torn rotator cuffs, loud engines that muffle Scary Voice Changers, and severely wind-blown hair.  The rest of the universe thinks the Lambo (as serious "car people" call it) is the Rock Star of the Car World. </p>

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<p>The Pastor of the church apparently thought that the Lambo was the devil itself because after staring at a fairly new Mustang for an ungodly amount of time, he walked right past the Lambo with his nose in the air. </p>

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<p>Svenny surmised that the Lambo represents several of the Seven Deadly Sins, including gluttony, vanity, greed, etc.  But I know Svenny, I am here to clear his name and tell you that he is not a sinner!  Although he did chow down on waaaayyyyy too many packs of Skittles which is pretty gluttonous. </p>

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<p>But then again, who <em>doesn't </em>make themselves sick on candy on Halloween?</p>

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<p>The true stars of the evening were the children, of course.  Children and animals always upstage adults, and I am here to tell you that they also upstage Fancy Schmancy sports cars. </p>

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<p>Actual observations from the mouths of babes: </p>

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<p><strong>6 year-old boy:</strong>  It's a Transformer!</p>

<p><strong>Father:</strong>  It's called a Lamborghini.</p>

<p><strong>6 year-old boy:</strong>  It's a Transformer! </p>

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<p><strong>13 year-old boy:  </strong>How much does it cost?</p>

<p><strong>Svenny:</strong>  A new one costs 42o thousand.</p>

<p><strong>13 year-old:</strong>  No way.</p>

<p><strong>Svenny:</strong>  That's what they cost new. </p>

<p><strong>13 year-old:</strong>  No way. </p>

<p><strong>13 year-old's friend:</strong>  That's cheap!  I thought it cost 2 billion! </p>

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<p><strong>3 year-old boy:</strong>  It's a Transformer!</p>

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<p><strong>4 year old-boy:</strong>  It's a SuperCar! </p>

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<p><strong>9 year old-boy to his friend:</strong>  Dude!  When I grow up and I'm rich, I'm going to buy one!</p>

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<p><strong>The joke that I milked every time somasked me if the Lambo was mine:</strong>  Yes, it's mine.  After 16 years of working hard as a teacher, I decided to treat myself. </p>

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<p><strong>Evidence that Svenny is both a Stereotype-Breaker and a SuperSoftie:</strong>  At car shows, I am told that owners do not let people sit or lean against the cars as it could cause damage/scratching.  Svenny couldn't resist the kids, and allowed them to have their pictures taken in the car. </p>

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<p>Awwwww......</p>

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<p>And last but not least, my favorite costume of the evening...</p>

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