Mr. Lead Foot At It Again

The SCCA (Sports Car Club of America) hosts several Solo events every year. A Solo event (aka autocross) is a timed race on a track created using cones. It's usually in an empty parking lot. This one was at the Texas Motor Speedway bus lot. Anyway, this event is one of the few National Tour events and there were people from all over the country competing, about 300 cars in total. I didn't place very well, but I had a blast trying! Here are some pictures and a video.

WOO-HOO! Another semester done & gone! I have almost 4 whole months before I have to go back to school! I have high hopes for this summer. I want to hang out lots with my hubby (which might be a little difficult, since he's taking summer-evening classes for 5 weeks), get lots of exercise, work in our front yard, visit Arizona, possible visit Utah - if we can schedule it when Mom & Dad go, relax, read, and above all, CONVINCE THE DARN STATE THAT WE'RE READY & ABLE TO HAVE FOSTER CHILDREN IN OUR CARE!!! That's what I'm hoping for the most, obvioulsy. We were really hoping that we could get some of the babies from the polygamous group in Eldorado, but 1) they aren't looking for any more foster homes, & 2) they are trying to keep all the babies with their mothers, so it probably wouldn't have worked out for us anyways. Oh well. I'm hoping that since so many foster parents helped out with that situation, it left other opportunities open for Todd and me. That doesn't sound bad, does it? I just want babies... lots of 'em. And until I have so many that I can't get an ounce of sleep for weeks at a time, then I will know I have enough!!! JUST KIDDING!!! Geeze, I can already here y'all telling me I don't know what I'm talking about, getting into, or asking for. It was a joke people!! ;)

*cough* (changing the subject) *cough* Speaking of foster care, it is so cool... I've actually had 3 different people ask me about where to start with foster care in Texas. One was a friend from my ward growing up (she's now in Houston), another one was the sister of a lady that was in my social work classes, and yet another was the friend of another classmate. It is so fun to have people come up to me and ask, "So have you got a child yet?!" or "I know someone who is looking into foster care or adoption through the state... can you give me some information on it?" Many of these people are in my classes, but I've never spoken to before. They are so friendly and just come right up to me and ask about it. Very cool. It feels so good to help people who want to help children.

Anyway, that's all I have to say for now. Hope all is well with y'all. Take care!

Nimrod Returns

Big Boy Tom (for those who feared him, called him that) rose early one beautiful morning to the alluring sound of hens clucking. He enjoyed his status among the other turkeys, he had worked and fought hard to climb his way to the top position among the hierarchy. So, he lazily made his way to the distant clucking, knowing that his mere presence would send those seeking his privilege scrambling frantically to get out of his way.

Finally, he made his way to the most dominant and seductive sound. He thought to himself... "this hen is making the best cluck sounds he had ever heard, she must be new". To this point he had been silent as he made his approach, but as soon as he saw the hen, he let out a loud and powerful gobble. He expected this announcement to make the large male next to her disappear in haste. To his amazement, this inferior male didn't move. "How dare he defy my power and right as the reigning male", he thought to himself.

As he approached the final 15 yards, Big Boy Tom puffed up his chest and wings, and spread out his tail feathers in an awesome display of supreme dominance. Again, this other lowly male didn't move a muscle! Big Boy Tom had had enough of this game. He strutted right up to the other male and looked him in the eye as he circled the insurgent fool.

"Something isn't right...", Big Boy Tom thought to himself. He then realized this "fool" was just a decoy, and that he had been the true fool. He turned to run, but it was too late. He heard the distinct click of a shotgun igniting a 3 inch shell propelling a tight pattern of copper BBs towards him. They came impossibly fast and he was unable dodge the deadly destruction.

Big Boy Tom had heard legends of a mighty hunter whose skill and stealth was beyond most. He knew this Nimrod (as the Bible refers to him) had traveled to his domain recently, and in fact had masterfully taken one of the males in his elite guard just 2 weeks previous. As Big Boy Tom struggled for his last breath, he saw a magnificently camouflaged form emerge from some brush just 20 yards away. He knew it was this "Nimrod" that everyone had been talking about. And so in quite dignity, Big Boy Tom saluted this mighty hunter and drifted into endless sleep.



YEEE! HAAA! I got me another turkey! :-)