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.