Did you know Cowboys have their own church??

This weekend I went to Whitney, to do some volunteer work at a Deaf Retreat Center called Isaiah's Place. Deaf and hearing people meet there every two months to fly model airplanes. Men usually do the flying and the ladies sit around and chat while stamping or working on scrapbooks. It was a very fun weekend. But the most interesting part was Sunday morning when we all went to Cowboy church. I know we have one here close to Waco but I have never experienced this for myself. Cowboys and cowgirls greet you at the gate on horseback and show you where to park you stallion or chevy, whatever the case may be. One should remember to look at the ground while walking into the church building or you might end up with a little something special on the bottom of your shoes.

Bad Hair Day

This morning Scott and I went for breakfast to one of our favorite places, Lolita's. We were waiting in line to order, when I noticed a gentleman who appeared to be roughly 20 years older than myself, with jet black hair. I am not saying it wasn't his hair, because I am certain he paid for it. It looked a little like this.



Now when I say black, I do not mean the color of a black lab, I am talking about the black that represents the total absence of light, such as one might expect to associate with a black hole. It made me think about a sports figure that was in the news in past years.



Now I am not ashamed to admit to a certain amount of gray hairs, though I am not particularly proud of them. In fact, the gray was a large motivation behind shaving my facial hair off.

Before

After


Amazing what a shave can do for you, huh?

Anyway, if you ever see me wearing a toupee, combing my hair over a receding hairline, like this guy;



or (heaven forbid) growing my hair extremely long and weaving it around in an attempt to redistribute it over my dome, like this fellow;



please remind me about how hard Scott and I (discreetly) laughed this morning.

Oh, and if you were at Lolita's this morning, that wasn't you, it was some other guy.

Eschatalogical Signs

I have received incredible, unbelievable and almost incomprehensible information from a source whom I have previously found to be truthful, so I have no reason to doubt the veracity of the information.

I don't want to just come out and say this because I know that this will come as a shock to most of you. Not just your ordinary "Oh my gosh, that guy from 'N Sync was gay" kind of shock either. Far more indicative of an end-times event than North Korea or Iran obtaining nuclear weapons. Tim LeHay will probably incorporate this fact into his next series of books. I believe that once I have divulged the information revealed to me, you will all agree with me, (as well as with R.E.M.), when I say "It's the end of the world as we know it." The fact that has been revealed to me is Clifford P. Lusk has completed his education!!!!



That is correct, after 23 short years, the formal education of Cliffy is largely complete. If you see him tell him congratulations (and it's about time). And if I know Cliff, I am sure he is praying that Jesus will come now, so that he won't have to actually take a real job.

Anniversary Trip

Well, we had a good trip down to Lakeway on Lake Travis for our anniversary, here are two pictures of the view from our room.





The hotel was pretty, but still a lot of construction going on. This is where Jan and I went for our honeymoon 25 years ago, and we did not recognize anything. The entire area has changed dramatically, and the old resort where we stayed has been completely torn down and rebuilt in the intervening years. Thankfully, we are still the same. On Saturday we drove around and went swimming in the lake, and just relaxed. Unfortunately Jan's good friend Button Burns passed away this weekend, so she spent a lot of time on the phone contacting people that she needed to speak with, and we hurried back a little earlier than we expected this morning, but all in all, it was a good time away for us.