November

November's image.





I also added about 20 pictures to the Flora Album:


Flora


I should point out that because my galleries were victimized by spam, if you decide to register as a user because:

A. You want to comment on an image.
B. You want to rate an image.
C. You want to favorite an image.
D. You like me as a human being.

I do have to approve all new registrations to keep the spammers at bay. Don't be disheartened, I'm pretty quick at approving real people for registration.

You might also notice that you are familiar with most of the images added to the Flora Album. I have finally gotten some of the classics up for your perusal. Including My Giverny and Happiness Shared #01.

November

Intermission

On New Year's Day, between the Outback Bowl and the Rose Bowl, I went over to check out the ACTORS building in Ames with Becky, Terra and Geri. Geri is actually the President or Chairman of ACTORS.

Some pictures.



Geri



Shoes



Becky & Terra



Rubber Chicken



Ham



Geri and I



Dressing Room


It was an interesting experience.

October

October's picture.





Some mums.

Philosopher's Wax

I thought about waxing philosophical on how indifferent I am to New Year's Eve and all of it trappings, but as it turns out I'm to apathetic to even write about it.

However, I am now intrigued by the concept of waxing philosophical. I know this is an old timey phrase that dates back to when the word wax mostly meant to grow. Such as a waxing moon. As opposed to a waning moon.

But, I still want to invent a product called Philosopher's Wax. I'm quite certain that it could be used on both a convertible and a finely groomed mustache. A mustache like that kid at Subway has that Willy admires from a distance.

I'm told that New Year's is a time for new beginnings, but it seems to me that to arbitrarily wait for one certain point in Earth's orbit around the sun to make drastic or necessary changes in one's life is silly, but not in a good way like the putty. Make those changes when you realize they need to be made and one certainly shouldn't wait an entire year to reflect on their life.

So to New Year's and all of its trappings, I say "Bah! It is a humbug!" Besides the time with family and friends. The day off from work. All the good food and football.

I thought I would throw out the picture for September while I was at it.





This is a picture of a moonflower.

Thelma and Louise

On Sunday night we took Jesse out to Buffet City to celebrate his birthday. Ever since that night I have had the song The Crawdad Hole stuck in my head.

You get a line and I'll get a pole Honey!
You get a line and I'll get a pole Babe!
You get a line and I'll get a pole
And we'll go down to the crawdad hole
Honey... Baby of mine

Big ole crawdad struttin' round Honey!
Big ole crawdad struttin' round Babe!
Big ole crawdad strutin' round
Like he's the King of Crawdad Town
Honey... Baby of mine

I'm gonna see that crawdad on my plate Honey!
I'm gonna see that crawdad on my plate Babe!
I'm gonna see that crawdad on my plate
With a bowl full of butter and a sweet patate
Honey... Baby of mine

Crawdad's hangin' onto my toe Honey!
Crawdad's hangin' onto my toe Babe!
Crawdad's hangin' onto my toe
I shake and shout but he won't let go
Honey... Baby of mine

What are ya gonna do when the hole runs dry Honey!
What are ya gonna do when the hole runs dry Babe!
What are ya gonna do when the hole runs dry
Sit on the banks and have a crawdad fry
Honey... Baby of mine

See that crawdad winkin' his eye Honey!
See that crawdad winkin' his eye Babe!
See that crawdad winkin' his eye
Let's turn him into crawdad pie
Honey... Baby of mine

Fry them crawdads nice an' brown Honey!
Fry them crawdads nice an' brown Babe!
Fry them crawdads nice an' brown
Grease 'em good so they'll slip right down
Honey... Baby of mine.

Here comes a man with a sack on his back Honey!
Here comes a man with a sack on his back Babe!
Here comes a man with a sack on his back
Haulin' all the crawdads he can pack
Honey... Baby of mine.

It just might be me, but that is perhaps one of the most romantic songs ever written.

But the reason this song stuck in my head is because as we were sitting around the table conversing about the important matters of the day we noticed a person walking by with their plate stacked full with crayfish.

Then a few moments later the dutiful employees of Buffet City restocked the crayfish supply immediately a guy from another table got up and put every single solitary last crayfish on his plate. It was an impressive feat in its greed, gluttony and structural engineering.

A few minutes more passed and a dutiful employee of Buffet City restocked the crayfish supply. Immediately the same gentleman got up and took every single last crayfish and heaped them onto his plate and returned to his table.

I got up and walked over to the where the crayfish formerly resided. All that was left was some murky looking water and assorted crayfish parts. It reminded me of a seen from a shipwreck movie.

I picked up the tongs and slashed the crayfish brine around. The crayfish man was thorough, but not thorough enough. I found a couple of crayfish in the bottom.



Thelma & Louise (Crayfish Style)


You didn't honestly think I was going to eat one of these creatures?

Foggy Night Supper Club

The day after Christmas we had a very Special Friday Night Supper Club. Robert was back in town from Wyoming and was having a hankering for a tenderloin from BK's.

Jay, Jesse, Willy, Monica, Robert, Jeff and I braved the extreme weather and made the trip to BK's.

I took some pictures of the fog.

















It was a beautiful night to be out and about.

August

August's picture.





This picture was taken east of Ogden on US30 looking towards Boone.

July

July's picture.





This picture was taken during the Ames fireworks display.

June

The picture for June.





I took this picture one summer night when I was having difficulty sleeping. I wandered the flowerbeds with a spotlight and a camera.

Advent Study Gift

Teresa and I took part in an Advent Study at church on the 4 Tuesdays of Advent.

At the end of one of the studies, the one that Teresa skipped, George Eckstein came across the room and sat on my couch. He handed me a bag and said that he had a gift more me and Teresa.

I thought this was a little bit strange, but I opened the bag up. What was inside was a very pleasant surprise.





George had come across and old postcard that my dad had made for my dad's postcard company, "Slice of Life". He scanned and printed a couple copies and framed them. It was an awesome present.

Boone Taxi Driver

I've done that thing where I have fallen behind again. I have much to post, but I will do this in somewhat of a random order.

Many of you don't know about the Boone Taxi Driver. You should consider yourself lucky that you don't know about the Boone Taxi Driver if you don't for if you know about the Boone Taxi Driver you have surely wasted upwards of 45 minutes of your life in a vain attempt at entertainment.

That being said, the Boone Taxi Driver was always the highlight of any scene that he was making and he always had the most colorful way of describing the weather. I wandered about campus a little bit on Monday night.

All I can say that it was cold enough enough that I was in physical pain, but I'm sure that the Boone Taxi Driver would have had a more colorful way of putting it. Something about Wiccans and mammaries.














I'd like to think the pain was worth the effort.

May

May's picture.





This picture is from the mission trip I took to Cedar Rapids to help clean out houses after the flood.

April

The image for April.





This picture was taken in Jester Park.

March

The picture for March.





This picture of a flower was taken at the Iowa State Fair.

February

The picture selected for February.





This picture of a fence was taken north of Boone in an old pioneer cemetery.

January

The 2009 Photography 139 Calendar went through quite a large metamorphosis this year. I wasn't sure that I was going to produce a calendar this year. The amount of time involved in the designing, printing, laminating and binding the calendar was becoming a burden on me and my friends. I can't even count how many hours last year Jesse, Jay and Nader put in to making these calendars.

This year I outsourced the printing of the calendar. This was much harder for me to do than one might suspect. I think I don't necessarily give the outward appearance of being a control freak, but I do have things in my life where compromise is not to be considered.

Once I was able to talk myself into outsourcing the printing, everything else sort of fell into place. The amount of time put into the calendar this year by me and my friends was only a couple of hours. Most of the time was actually spent in designing the calendar. Jesse and Jay were not even bothered at all.

I can thank Mike Vest for being my liaison between me and my printer. He also punched every hole in the calendars for hanging. I also need to thank Shannon for binding all of the calendars.

I have yet to distribute all of the calendars, but I would like to beginning sharing the pictures that I selected for the 2009 calendar.

Below is the picture for January.





This is the only picture in the calendar that wasn't taken in 2008. This self-portrait was taken late in 2007. The location of this picture was the Campanile on the Iowa State University campus.

Toys for Tots

I reported yesterday that I took pictures for the Toys for Tots press release for United Way of Story County. Here are a few of the pictures:


























This might have been the most fun I've ever had in a Wal-Mart.

Toys for Tots received thousands of dollars in donation on this day. I believe you can still donate, but I have no clue how. But if you are interested I could get you that information.

Burying the Lead

Sometimes I will bury the lead in an entry. Most of this time it is done on purpose because I want people to figure out what the most important part of the story is for themselves. However, I'm sure there are times where it is just another example of sloppy writing like the kind that Dan Brown foists upon us.

Yesterday I spent my morning wandering the aisles of Wal-Mart with Shannon and a couple representatives of Dr. Pepper photographing them purchasing toys for Toys for Tots.

The pictures are to be used in The United Way of Story County's press release on Toys for Tots.

That sounds like a pretty important story. It certainly sounds like an interesting story, but it was not the most important part of the event for me. I want to make sure that when I start on this narrative, the most important part of the story is in the front and center, so I'm taking what I consider to be the lead part of the story out and making it into its own entry, so it doesn't get buried under the rest of the Toys for Tots narrative.

I wrote before about how I didn't need to share the terms of my wager with Shannon with the world. I am not a person who needs to gloat. The victory itself is usually more than enough for me.

I shared with you that one of the end results of the wager was that I ended up with a sweet UNI beanie that Shannon made and she ended up with an ISU hoodie.

If UNI would have beat ISU, I would have been forced to put on the beanie immediately following the game and worn it around and through the McLeod Center and to the car.

Furthermore, I would have had to wear the beanie to the ISU-UNI tailgate in 2010.

ISU won the game and so Shannon was subject to the terms of my wager. She simply has to wear the hoodie on to the Iowa State campus and have the experience photo-documented. This trip will of course include a stop at the Jack Trice statue outside of Jack Trice Stadium.

Shannon has requested that this trip be put off for a couple of months because of the severe cold weather and her low tolerance for extreme cold weather. I have agreed to wait.

Because of this, I was not expecting to see the Iowa State hoodie until March or April.

So yesterday was Jesse's birthday. As far as I know the only thing he got for his birthday was the Big Juan and churros that I bought him at Taco Time and the dessert that Jay baked him. So maybe I got one of his birthday presents.

I arrived at 9 am at Wal-Mart. In the entry to Wal-Mart there were several shopping carts filled with toys, presumably for tots. I introduced myself to one of the guys from Dr. Pepper and waited for Shannon to show up.

After a few minutes she arrived and said something like, "See what I'm wearing."

Out of the top of the black coat I could see the distinctive color of a cardinal hoodie.

"So it is starting to grow on you?" I said while trying to cover my feeling of victory.

Shannon said that I'd get a chance to some "bonus pictures", then she quickly made up some excuses for why she was wearing the hoodie. Something about it being the only clean one that she had and she wasn't allowed to wear her UNI hoodies to work. Then she revealed that this was just a cover story by admitting that she had worn it this past weekend, but then quickly tried to cover up the reason why behind "liking new clothes".

Regardless of the motivations that she tells herself and the motivations that she tells the world, I was able to get some bonus images of Shannon in her new cardinal and gold.

So before getting into the whole Toys for Tots experience, I would like to share a couple of those images that her dad (the truck driver for the day) was talked into taking.








In a related note, Toys for Tots received thousands of dollars in toy donations on that day, but that isn't the lead story.

Beavers

I was offered Angie's ticket to the Oregon State game on Saturday. I then forgot it at work. I was then offered Kelly's ticket. I took it.

I took a few photos of Hilton. As you can tell, the tickets aren't quite as good as the football tickets.

















The next picture is kind of an optical illusion. Don't stare at it. It might make you sick.





The Cyclone did win on this day, defeating Barack Obama's brother-in-law.

Happy Birthday Brandon

Thursday was Brandon's Birthday.





Happy Birthday Brandon.

Roland, Iowa

Monica contacted me a month or so back about coming to Roland to take pictures of couples for the Roland American Legion Auxiliary during their annual Christmas Party.

Monica is the Co-President of the Roland American Legion Auxiliary with her Aunt.
The basic idea was to take pictures of couples and print the picture on site. Then place the picture inside a folder and sell the pictures for 5 bucks. All of that money would go to the Roland American Legion Auxiliary.

This was a job that was larger than one person. Lucky for my my Top Photo Assistant was available. Thanks to Shannon, the night went pretty smooth. She is slightly more organized than I am.



Test Shot of Shannon for Camera Settings



Co-Presidents



You might be wondering why this guy has that look on his face. See picture below...





It was a great night!

Willy's Birthday

On Willy's Birthday I got a couple of unique photos of some friends.

Willy joined Jesse, Frank, Vest and I for lunch. In honor of Willy's birthday Jesse donned the shirt that Jay made to honor Willy. Then he posed with Willy.



Jesse donning Lone Wolf Gear with Lone Wolf


On Wednesday Andy, Melissa, Becky and Grace set up in front of the Fareway in Ames and Nevada to raise money for Holiday Food Baskets.

While I was sitting at Okoboji Grill having lunch, my phone rang (incidentally I was more popular than my mom last month, I had more used minutes on the cell phone bill!)and it was Shannon. Andy and Becky were setting up in Nevada and Grace was hoping I would be able to go over their and get their pictures.

I was not able to do this because I was celebrating Willy's birthday.

However, while I was sitting at work later that day I got a text message. The number was not in my contact list. Every time that I get a text message from a number I don't know it is pornography.

I'm not what you would call a fan of pornography. I understand why it exists (to demean women) but if I were a fan of pornography, I would make certain that I was sending it to a person I knew for sure. But hey that is just me and The Bennett Text Messaging Pornography Policy.

It ends up that the text message was not pornography, but a message from Melissa wanting to know if I could come down and take a picture of she and Grace at the Ames Fareway.

As it turns out, I could.



Melissa and Grace


Incidentally, you can still donate to the Jaycees' Holiday Food Baskets and help feed 200 families Christmas Dinner in Story County.

Visit the Ames Jaycees Website for more information.

Happy Birthday Willy

I've been a bit busy in the last few days and I've been negligent. So I apologize. It was Willy's birthday on the day before Thanksgiving.





We took Willy out on Sunday night for dinner and then to lunch on Wednesday for his birthday.

I think I won a Photo Contest once with that picture of Willy.

The Turkey Trot

I have to admit that I'm kind of phoning this one in. I'm going to copy and paste and email I wrote about the Living History Farms Run on Saturday.

You just need to know that there was some confusion about whether or not we would be able to watch Willy and his friend Kristy participate in this race.

Turkey Trot

The LHF Run ended up being a piece of cake from a spectator perspective. Jay and I left Boone about 7:45. We got down to Des Moines at about 8:30. A line of traffic began to form on Hickman (correct me if I’m wrong) underneath the interstate bridge. This gave me some cause for concern, but it was wasted energy. We pulled into the LHF parking lot and they had people directing traffic. We got a choice parking spot right next to the road.

In the morning it wasn’t that cold. In fact, Des Moines didn’t get nearly as much snow as Ames or Boone. We hung around the starting point for awhile, but could not find Willy in the middle of the mass of humanity of 7500 runners and maybe another 500 or so spectators.

We walked maybe a quarter of a mile down the course and set up. The hope was that when the crowd started to move we could pick out Willy and Kristy. When the racers did reach our point it was fairly impressive to see 7500 people running next to you. It took in the neighborhood of 6-8 minutes for all of them to run by us.

We were unable to pick them out. It was like looking for a needle in a stack of needles, plus we didn’t know what they were wearing.

After the runners passed we cut up through the town to watch the runners go by again. By the time we got there, the group had spread out, but I still didn’t think that we would see Willy. As luck would have it Kristy and Willy saw us and waved to us. I’m not sure how they saw us, because we were standing behind another group of people and Willy just isn’t that observant of a person.

After they passed we followed a group of spectators to a part of the stream where the racers would have to cross it and then climb up a hill using ropes. We set up near there. I was at a spot in between the ropes and the creek. Down in the little valley it was actually pretty warm because there was no wind.

What I did not count on was that the ground I was standing next to was going to turn into mud after a few hundred runners came out of the stream.

While I was standing there. Annie Buchmiller came running by. She stopped briefly and said, “Hi.” Then she ascended the hill.

As runners ran by me I got covered in mud. At least my jeans and winter jacket did. Some groups of people started picking up mud and throwing it at each other. One girl threw some at the guy she was running with and he ducked and it hit me.

She looked horrified and she came over and apologized.

I said, “Don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal. It’s my fault for standing this close to the action.” I do believe that.

Eventually Willy and Kristy came through the stream, but they didn’t cut the way the course was supposed to cut. They didn’t go up the ropes. They went over the side, so I didn’t really get a very good picture of either of them. Actually I didn’t get a picture of Kristy at all.

After they passed we walked out of the stream valley and made our way towards the finish line.

Here is an example of focus.

The runners began to get backed up pretty far from the stream. We had to work our way up the pack to find a place to cross the course and head back to the town. While we were walking alongside the race course a bunch of girls that were kind of stopped because runners were backed up at the stream that we were walking by asked, “Aren’t we cute enough?”

At first I didn’t realize they were talking to me, because I was 100% focused on getting to the finish line before Willy.

So, I kind of responded off hand, “You’re cute enough.” And kept walking.

Jay said, “You get that a lot don’t you?”

It was then that it dawned on me that they thought I should take their picture because they were “so cute”.

“I guess it has happened twice this year.”

While we were walking back to the town it started to snow and the wind picked up. The temperature must have dropped about 10 degrees.

We watched them cross the finish line and I got a picture of Willy and Kristy.

At this point, Sara called and asked if we were still on for lunch. I told her that I was covered in mud, but we were still on for lunch.

Jay and I stopped by Christian Photo to pick up folders for December 1 and the Roland Christmas thing.

When we got to Sara’s she loaned me a pair of pants that didn’t really fit, but as long as I held them up while I walked it was okay. At least better than being covered in mud.

We ate at Los Laureles. It was excellent. They serve their meals with 3 different types of salsa. I’d say their only drawback was that they serve their soda out of cans, therefore there are no refills. Maybe the best refried beans I’ve ever had.


Then we hit the Juice Company. I had the Orange-Carrot-Banana. It was very good. I think in the future I might go with the smoothie so it is cold. I can’t remember what Sara had, but the name might have had Aloha in the title. Jay didn’t have anything and he seemed confused as to why anybody would pay 5 bucks for 24 ounces of juice. Sara liked it and is going to go back to try their wheat grass at some point. She also like the atmosphere because it was a lot less “snooty” than Fresh.



7500 Runners



Kristy and Willy



Jay



Mud



Annie Buchmiller



One of my favorite runners.



Climbing the Rope



The Brides



Willy



Willy



Kristy and Willy



After the Finish Line



The squirrels in Sara's neighborhood have been eating her pumpkin.



Sara with her drink from The Juice Company



Styling in my loaner paints.


All in all, it was not a half bad day.

Something Beautiful

I've been working on the Friends Album in the Snapshots Gallery lately. I've added close to 100 new photos of friends.





If you would like to check those new photos out, just follow the link:


Friends


Also, I would remind you that if you "Register" to become a "User" in the Galleries, you can do some cool things like "Favorite" pictures, "Comment" on pictures or "Rate" pictures.

J.M. Barrie

It Ends

Saturday was the final home game for the Cyclones. I don't have many pictures because low light and cold temperatures do not make for ideal photographic conditions.



Faust and I were defeated 12-10.



Jesse and his reversible hat.



Faust and his beverage.



Ames Party Bus



ISUCFVMB



Senior Day



Joe



Cheerleader



ISUCFVMB Senior Tradition



Moon



Arnaud



Jack Trice Stadium



Iowa State Center


There are more pictures in the ISU vs. Missouri album in the Snapshots Gallery:


Iowa State vs. Missouri

The Brandon Kahler Project: Chapter 4 - Fun with Frames

Here are a couple of special effect pictures of Brandon and a frame.








I would be remiss if I didn't point out that Brandon is wearing the tie I wore in Jen and Derrick's wedding this summer.

The Brandon Kahler Project: Chapter 3 - Day 1 Color

This is a collection of a few of the color images from Day 1 of Brandon's Senior Photo Shoot.

These probably aren't the best pictures from the day, but they are some of my favorites.









































Perhaps this is more a collection of goofy looks on his face, but they are my favorite goofy looks.

The Shannon After

Shannon had over a foot of hair cut off her head last Thursday. On Sunday I was able to document this joyous hair loss, but the day was not completely happy.





In the picture above you should try to look past Shannon. You may notice something. Shannon appears to be standing on an abandoned railroad bridge.

My favorite park in Ames is Brookside Park. I don't believe I would be talking out of turn if I were to guess that it is also Shannon's favorite park. We met at the park and walked to this bridge despite the cold temperatures.

The previous Saturday we met there to take her before pictures. We talked about going to this bridge on that day because she was curious about it. She had heard a wildly inaccurate characterization of the bridge from Becky. Becky and I had walked across the bridge one night after a Jaycees meeting.

On that Saturday there must have been about 20 people just hanging out on the bridge. I thought we should give the bridge another try, but it did not end up to be one of my better ideas.





If you take you gaze downward you might notice a few things about Shannon. I mentioned it was cold. The proof can be found in the coat/scarf combination that she was wearing. Although it is stylish, the gloves she is wearing are not for fashion purposes. Shannon was cold.

The particularly observant might notice a couple of other things. In her gloved hands Shannon appears to be holding a bag. The bag contains the hair that Shannon parted with so that she could make a donation to Locks of Love.

If you know this bridge very well, you might be able to gather from the trees behind Shannon, she is standing over water.

I'm sure you can see what is coming, but on this day I did not. When Shannon reached into the bag to pull out her former hair to pose for a picture with it, one of the 8 braids (I have no clue if that is the right word) escaped her stylishly gloved, but frozen hands.

It fell between two railroad ties and into the ice cold stream below.



The lost hair.


It was a heart breaker. I didn't think Shannon would want this to be documented, but she insisted that it be documented.

We managed to get the rest of her former hair put away and left that cursed bridge.

Once we got to dryish land we took some pictures of the her and her former hair.



That is lots of hair.



I repeat. That is lots of hair.


The lost hair didn't take off down the stream immediately. There was some time where it seemed like it might possibly wash near enough to the bank that we could get to it with out descending deep into the near freezing water.



Shannon watching the hair float away.


But it was not to be.

The day was not a complete loss though. There are still 7 locks to be sent to Locks of Love. A wonderful donation.



Plus, Shannon does have a great new hair cut!


I also gave this beanie to Shannon. I hate to part with anything that Teresa makes, but I don't think the colors are for me. Everybody seems to say that the hat looks better on her than me any way. It is probably because it is hard for me to give the badass vibe that I normally emanate when I'm wearing that beanie.

After the photo shoot Shannon helped me to write a CPG for the Ames Jaycee website that I redesigned. I won't bore you with the details, if you aren't a Jaycee you really wouldn't be that interested.

Then we joined my Mom, Carla and Teresa for supper at Jeff's Pizza. If I haven't written about it before, I love Jeff's Pizza. I'm a particularly large fan of their Gyro Guy pizza and their Clones. Clones are pizza rolls and they are fantastic. Better than Gumby's used to make before Gumby's went terribly downhill.

The meal was pleasant despite the fact that the large amount of females at the table insisted on ordering a Chicken Alfredo pizza. I'm going to tell you flat out, chicken does not belong on a pizza. Even the gourmet pizza wizards at Jeff's Pizza could not sway my opinion. I will freely confess that their Chicken Alfredo pizza was the best chicken pizza I have had to date, but it still wasn't a pizza I would want to sit down and take to town.

Thankfully, we ordered a Gyro Guy pizza as well, so I didn't wither away.

The conversation was relatively polite until it inevitably turned into gossip hour about my friends. I was able to put the smack down on that though. We gossiped about Teresa's friends instead.

Truth be known, I don't gossip.

After dinner Shannon and I went to Stephens to see the Jerusalem Symphony Orchestra. It was the first professional symphony orchestra concert I have ever attended. They played 3 pieces of music including a piece by Bernstein and a piece by Copland.

The lights never fully dimmed. This was something I wasn't expecting. Another thing I found odd was that they opened the show by playing the Star Spangled Banner. I've gotten to the point where I only hear the National Anthem at sporting events, so that was a nice little surprise. They followed the Star Spangled Banner with the playing of what I'm going to assume was the Israeli National Anthem.

They concluded the show by playing two encores. Before the encores the conductor of the Symphony Orchestra spoke to the crowd and praised people from Iowa. I guess that was the classical music equivalent of "You rock Ames, Iowa! We wish we could take you with us."

It was a very enjoyable show. I will gladly go see a Symphony Orchestra concert again in the future.

So the night ended on a high after the low of losing the hair. An excellent day at the aggregate level!

The Future of Boone

When Sara and I went to Ottumwa I think we might of had a glimpse into Boone's future if it becomes the proud home of a Juice Bar.

I should start out by pointing out that on our way to Ottumwa Sara got pulled over and issued a speeding ticket by the nicest State Patrolman. He even started out with a joke:

"What are you doing today, besides fast?"

Sara and I ended up in downtown Ottumwa. I snapped a couple of pictures of Boone's Future. We actually went downtown so I could get a picture of the Adult Theater because Derrick did not believe me that it existed, but I found a couple other sweet things. For some reason Sara would not get out of the car and join me.



Right across the street from the Adult Theater - Strip Club!



The Salty Frog is located right next to the strip club. A couple of women came wandering out of The Salty Frog while I was nearby. They looked like the type of women that would come out of a bar called The Salty Frog.



So it goes... Adult Theater, Chinese Restaurant, Abandoned Store Front, Christian Community Outreach Center. Well played Ottumwa. Well played.



Jen described this picture as "The Buddy Jesus".



Cinema X. They lose points for the name. They might as well call it Cinema Generic.



Sara's View



Apparently such a landmark that they built a parking ramp around it.



A better look at the parking ramp.



I might as well end with an Arty Picture.


I'm sure I will be returning to Ottumwa again in the next few weeks. Hopefully, I will get to take in even more of its majesty.

Incidentally, I will be asking some of you to come to Ottumwa with me to help Jen work on her Uncle's house. You have been forewarned. Unless I already asked you. Then you already know about this project.

If you need more than just an altruistic motivation to get you to help out, Ottumwa has a Breadeaux Pizza. Mmmm... Breadeaux Pizza.

Another Before

Shannon is getting ready to make her third donation to Locks of Love. She is getting her hair cut on Thursday. We went to Brookside Park and documented what she looked like now. There will be an after coming up at some point.















This is where Shannon found a stray cat a couple weeks ago. A cat that almost became friends with Franklin.



More of the cat tale.











She is getting something like 12-13 inches taken off. I'm excited to see how this turns out.

Before

One of my vacation projects was to attempt to bring as much of my stuff together as made sense and downsize as much stuff as I could.

I was able to accomplish some downsizing. I think my major accomplish was getting my old Hoosier Kitchen Cabinet out of storage. I knew it was slightly damaged when it went into storage, but it looks like it declined even further.


























When I was explaining the existence of this "Hoosier" to Shannon she became excited. You could even say jealous. She even had a recommendation as to a person that would be able to fix it and return it to its former glory.

Shannon's dad picked it up on Friday. I'll be excited to see what it looks like when he gets done with it.

All Hallow's Eve

I had a pretty good Halloween.

I hosted FNSC. I made chili. I made cornbread from scratch. I made apple cider. Jay made a blueberry buckle. Willy showed up in a costume. We watched some movies from a bygone era that some people might characterize as strange. However, I think I might have found proof that rabbits will jump off a table in one of these movies. A classic from the 1970s known as Night of the Lepus. A phenomenal movie.



Jay's annual sweet pumpkin.



I can not compete with Jay, so I made a stick figure to accent the disparity between our pumpkin carving skills. This annoyed Jay for some reason. I don't often do things out of spite, but I might have to make the stick figure my annual pumpkin because it both annoys Jay and because the simple stick figure grew on me as the night went on. I don't think it was just the apple cider impairing my judgment either.



The candles in Jay's pumpkin.



Scott and Austin; Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of the Howard kids or the Davis clan. I'm going to get that done next year.



Jay carving his second pumpkin.



I had to buy a new flash recently because, well I don't want to get into that story. This might have been one of those blessing in disguise type things. I really like my new flash.



Although I've gotten glowing feedback on my Cider, chili, little smokies and cornbread, I think I'm going to have to research a new recipe for pumpkin seeds before next year. They take a decent picture at least.



I think if Willy dressed like this every week, he would be irresistible to the womanfolk. He probably already is though.


I also didn't get a picture of Alexis this year. I think she kind of phoned it in any way. She went to school dressed like Hannah Montana, but she showed up for trick-or-treating in her gymnastics outfit.

The best part about Alexis showing up was that she didn't even ring the doorbell. She just walked right in with her friends and said:

"Where's the candy?"

She was showing off for her friends just a little bit.

McHose Park Mystery

On Thursday Jesse and I moved some furniture around. Later in the afternoon we went to check out the frisbee golf course in McHose.

I had heard rumors about this course for quite some time. But I had only seen 1 or 2 holes. Jesse and I decided to find every last hole on Thursday. It came as somewhat of a surprise when it took us almost 3 hours to find all 18.

It was a pleasant surprise to find out how dangerous some of them were to get to.



Jesse celebrating.



Note the perfect frisbee form.



Jesse



I believe that multitasking is just a fancy way of saying: "Look at me. I'm not doing anything well." However, I did make a fantastic throw and schedule a pickup of my broken kitchen cabinet for repair at the same time. However, I somehow feel like I could have done both better.



A good looking throw.



The best throw of the day.



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