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We’re on the road to Hot Springs Arkansas this weekend to see the Our Body exhibit at the Mid-America Science Museum. On the way we passed a semi tuck that Kathryn pointed out had tires that were scarily wobbly. When we got closer I noticed it had more than a couple signs saying it was carrying radioactive material. Neat! Wobbling tires on a radioactive truck. Good times.
I found this little guy walking through my side yard yesterday as I was heading back to work after lunch. I call him Mr. Grumpy. Click on the image to embiggin.
Oh, and by little guy, I of course mean at least 18-20 inches head to tail.
Things have suddenly slowed way down. Tonight I’ll sleep in my own bed for the first time in 18 days. After another 4:45 am wakeup, I’m looking forward to it. I’ve spent the past two weeks away for work as I’ve already mentioned, and then my parents joined Kathryn and myself in Memphis for three days and four nights of museums, restaurants, movies, and hot, sticky Memphis summer.
We saw Andy Warhol at the Dixon Museum, Elvis’s mic at Sun studios, Isaac Hayes’s gold trimmed Cadillac at the Stax Museum of American Soul, a combination grill/pipe organ dubbed the Whistling Piglet at the National Ornamental Metal Museum, and a whole lot more. We also watched Tropic Thunder (laugh out loud hilarious) and Rocky. Every time I watch Rocky I think it’s sad that it has been dubbed a boxing movie, because really, Rocky is so much more than that. People forget that it won three academy awards, including Best Picture.
Anyway, since I’m back in Batesville and getting into my routines again, hopefully I’ll be a little more active on here.
So here’s the breakdown, once a year my company has a bunch of people from all over the world come to Batesville for training. When this happens I get drafted into manual labor and transportation help. Pretty much that means moving boxes and equipment, shuffling bodies around in a massive van, and being a smiling face. It also means mounds of good food—three serious meals every day. For breakfast every morning I had eggs, ham, slice of cheese, fruit, bagel with strawberry cream cheese, pastry of some sort, orange juice, and coffee. I opted out of the bacon, sausage, oatmeal, grits, toast, and other odds and ends on the buffet. Lunch and dinners were equally as lavish but I still managed to lose some weight. That’s how rigorous I worked. I was able to stuff myself with all kinds of ribs and roast beef, while still losing weight. It’s fun work, but exhausting work. The first day after everything was done, I slept until noon, and to this day I’m still a little sore.
Now, my parents are in Memphis with me and we’re going to see some sights.
No time/energy to blog right now. Just wanted to say I'm super busy working until 8 or 9 every night right now. I'm sure I'll have something to say about when it's done, but right now I'M SO TIRED.
Well, at the end of six weeks I was only able to do 75 pushups in a row. While I realize 75 is still an awful lot, it’s disappointing to not have made the ultimate goal of 100. But fear not citizens of the net, I will go back to week three and work in the hardest column back up to week six and then try again. I'm getting tired of talking about pushups all the time, so this will probably be it for awhile. I will let you know when I hit the hundred mark though, if for no other reason that to show off.
PS
How many of you have watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog? It stars one, Doogie Howser, M.D., and features a quasi-villain who’s super power is being moist. If you’ve got an hour to kill, I highly recommend watching. It’s funny and features Doogie Howser wearing giant mad scientist goggles. If that’s not enough to get you interested, you’re probably a pod-person.
The man who comments on my page as “Paw” is my grandfather on my dad’s side of the family. He’s 90 years old and he comments on my blog. I just want to take a moment to point out how incredibly awesome that is. There just aren’t that many 90-year-olds out there who do that. Paw rocks.
