First off, an albino cucumber from our garden. I don't know what happened to this thing to make it yellow instead of green, but lets just say there weren't any takers when it was offered up as a snack. I was a little concerned that it might be some genetic mutant and if I ate it, I would begin to mutate, which is frowned upon.
Next up, this is a picture from my seat at the last MMA fight I attended. We were front row, which was great for seeing all the action, plus when a guy got hit, you could hear the air leave his body. People sign up for this. On purpose. I will say that there was a woman there that was a "special guest" and worked as a ring girl. She is a Playboy model and had appeared in two issues, so we were told. I myself have never seen her in Playboy, seeing as how I live with my wife and she frowns on those publications. I will say, I wasn't impressed. The other three local girls that were working as ring girls were way more attractive than this so called Playboy model. They, of course, paled in comparison to my beautiful wife:) This model had her own table set up where you could meet her, buy her magazines and get an autograph. I went by the table a few times, and saw zero people in line. Kind of sad, but understandable.
We have a monthly visitor at our house, and it isn't the one that just popped into your head. No, this visitor comes with the following literature.
They come to visit Marcy, who apparently talked to them once, so they feel she is a prime candidate for conversion. I don't know a lot about the Jehovah Witnesses, but I'm pretty sure they feel the number of people getting into Heaven is limited. I'm not sure why, if you believe that, you would go out and recruit more people to join your group, thus reducing the chances that you would get in. You are cutting your odds, so I just don't think I would do it. I'd tell me superior, "Yeah, I went to all those houses and handed out those magazines." Just don't look in my trash. Seeing as how Marcy hasn't been home the last 5 times they have come by, they have decided to work on me. Last weekend I was outside with the boys when they parked their car, 3 houses down, then walked up to our house. I saw them coming, but was sure they had all ready seen me and a quick run into the house with the kids would be noticed and my refusal to answer the door would just energize them for the next visit. The guy part of these visits never even gets out of the car, just the woman and now she is dragging a 12 year old girl with her. She read me some Bible versus, she jumped to Revelations if you can believe it, and started asking me questions. I really was trying hard not to start talking in a deep, devil like voice. In my mind, I would frighten her and she wouldn't return. In reality, she would probably take that as a challenge and show up later with the rest of the Des Moines JW's in tow. The last thing I wanted was a lawn full of JW's, reading their Bible's aloud and scaring my neighbors. I just sat there and nodded my head, she eventually went away, but I know she'll be back.
Finally, I had the chance to go to one of our freight carriers terminals a few weeks back for a lunch and the ability to look at their racing truck. Here are a few shots.
I spoke to a guy who works on the team and he was full of information and even as a non-race fan, I found it very interesting. Plus, it was a free lunch.
I began a 30 day work out program and spent my first morning trying not to hurl. I'll let you know if I can stick with it and what results I may or may not get. Hopefully tomorrow won't have so much nausea.
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